Free Do You Trust Me? by Desconhecido(a) Page B

the hard wall of his chest. His hands
reached up to cover hers, his hips shifting just enough that she could feel his
erection press against the soft flesh of her tummy. His breath hissed.
    “Jesus, I can’t look
at you for five minutes without getting hard.” He rubbed their joined hands
over her nipples. “I see something else gets hard, too.”
    She lifted her face
at the same time he bent his head, and he took her mouth in a kiss that sent
heat through every nerve and muscle in her body. He did that thing with his
tongue, sweeping and tasting, that almost made her climax just standing there.
    When he broke the
kiss, she wanted to wail at him to come back. Not to stop. The only sound in
the room was the uneven rasping of their breath. Her heart was still galloping
in her chest and her breathing hadn’t quite returned to normal.
    McCall carefully
stepped away from her. “Go take your shower. I need to go through every room in
this house again as well as the outside perimeter.”
    Rina stood for a long
time in the shower, hoping the pounding water would wash the cobwebs out of her
brain. How had she let herself get into this fix? McCall was a taker, no mistake
about it. Even his rare gentleness had a demanding edge to it. But after that
first night so many months ago, she’d known if the chance presented itself
again, she’d be right where she was. Rapidly becoming addicted.
    She touched the
locket at her throat.
    I’m not forgetting
you, John. I just wish I knew if this whole thing with McCall is the signal you
told me to look for or if I’m just fooling myself.
    By the time she
turned off the water, her brain was just as muddled as before. When she went back
downstairs again, freshly showered and dressed in slacks and a silk blouse, McCall
was waiting for her in the hallway.
    “Your security stinks,”
he told her.
    “I’m a writer. How
much security do I need?”
    “A lot more than you’ve
got. But that’ll be taken care of tomorrow when Gage and Les get here. I just
wish we didn’t have to wait until then, but they’re finishing up a priority
assignment. Now. What’s your routine?”
    “Excuse me?”
    “You know, what do
you do when you get up in the morning until you go to bed at night? Do you have
places you go? Do people come here? We have to make some arrangements, but a
lot depends on your schedule. What does a writer do with her day?”
    “She writes,” she told
him. “What else?”
    “Can the smart mouth.
I need to have details.”
    “All right. Whatever.
Right now I’m working on a new book. I spend most of each morning in my den,
writing. Afternoons I run errands, cook, bake, do something to let my mind
relax and open itself to new ideas. Then I write again for two hours or so
before I quit for the day.”
    “Are people likely to
call? Come over?”
    “Of course.” She
flapped a hand in the air. “I’m not a hermit.”
    “We’ll need to be
ready for that. They’ll ask questions about me.” He frowned. “Anyone who’s
especially likely to stick his or her nose into your business?”
    “ You’re sticking your nose
into my business,” she pointed out.
    “What about a
boyfriend?”
    She had to laugh at
that. “Isn’t it a little late to be worrying about any men in my life?”
    “Well, do you?” His
voice was heavy with impatience.
    The smile disappeared
and anger seeped into her voice. “Do you really think I’d be falling into bed
and having wild monkey sex with you if I had a man in my life? Is that how you
see me, McCall?”
    “Okay. Sorry. I told
you I’d piss you off.”
    She grinned. “So you
did.” Then she sobered. “Back to your question. I need to find a way to explain
you to my friends. My agent. My publicist. Yes, there are people woven into my
life who will ask questions, for God’s sake.”
    “Fine. Where did you
live before San Antonio?”
    She cocked an eyebrow
at him. “Where did I live? Detroit. Why?”
    He made a face. “What
a God-awful