Authors: Rebecca York
“We can go,” Ben said.
She couldn’t stop herself from sighing. “Thank God.” She wanted to rush into Ben’s arms, but she stayed where she was and kept her arms at her sides.
“Sage, this is Mark Linton, our lawyer,” Ben said. “Mark, this is Sage Arnold.”
They shook hands.
“Is Mr. Walker’s car still on South Town Road?” Linton asked Chief Judd as he stepped into the lobby.
“Yes,” the Chief bit out. He looked like a man who’d just retrieved an important part of his anatomy from a wringer washer.
The lawyer nodded and waited while Sage and Ben collected their belongings.
“Check your money,” Linton said.
Chief Judd scowled but didn’t comment.
Sage didn’t really know how much cash had been in her wallet, except for Laurel’s seventy-five dollars, but she dutifully counted the bills.
Then they all exited the building.
“I’ll give you a lift. My car’s over there.” Linton gestured toward a silver Mercedes parked across from the building.
Sage got in the backseat, while Ben sat in front with Linton.
“Thanks for getting us out of there,” Ben said when they’d closed the car doors.
“Part of the job.” As Linton pulled away, he gave Sage a summary of what had transpired in the meeting with Ben and then with the chief.
He finished with a warning. “If the cops come at you with that level of hostility for trespassing, you might reconsider staying in the area.”
“My sister’s missing. I’m not going to leave until I find her—or find out what happened to her,” Sage answered.
“Then watch your back.” He glanced at Ben before returning his gaze to the road. “Did you find anything that made it worth spending the night in Judd’s jailhouse?”
Ben cleared his throat. “You know about my special talent.”
“Getting memories from the dead.”
“Yeah. I can’t prove it’s Magdalina Sawicki. But I think it is. She was kidnapped and held by a man who kept his head hooded.”
“Nice,” Linton muttered.
“Of course I couldn’t tell Judd any of that. I told him he should do a DNA analysis to find out who the woman was. He obviously didn’t like your repeating the suggestion.”
“Do you think he will?”
“It depends on how much he’s under the thumb of the men who run the town.”
“Let’s hope he’s got a shred of conscience,” Linton muttered.
oOo
Everett Judd sat in his office, mulling over the way the smart lawyer had turned the tables. He’d demolished the case against Walker and Arnold in a few swift strokes. And Everett hadn’t been all that upset about it, even though he hadn’t let on to Walker or Linton.
The lawyer had given him an excuse he’d been looking for. He could tell the big cheeses that he’d sent in the DNA sample because Doncaster didn’t want to be accused of a cover-up.
He was thinking that he’d made some progress when the phone rang.
“We should meet for lunch,” the man on the other end of the line said. It was George Myers. The lord and master of Pine Fairways and a lot of other things, at least in his own mind.
Everett bit back a curse, thinking he was going to have to give a full report of everything that had happened since he’d cornered Walker and Arnold in that warehouse, and he’d better get straight what he was going to say.
“The usual place?” he asked.
“Yeah.”
Which meant the private room in the Surf and Turf House.
“We have some things to discuss.”
“Like what?”
“Like a meeting of the town business community.”
“You mean about that girl?”
“What else?”
There was plenty else, but he knew that prodding Myers wouldn’t do him any good. Nor would voicing any objections to the meeting.
Still, his mind was churning. If he could figure out some way to screw this guy without screwing himself, he’d take it.
“See you at one.”
“Looking forward to it,” he lied.
oOo
Sage breathed a sigh of relief as she saw Ben’s car sitting where they had left it.
“Thanks again,” Ben said to Linton.
“Let me give you my direct line, just in case,” the lawyer said as he handed over his card, which Ben stuffed into his pocket.
Linton waited while they got into the car and Ben started the engine. When they were on the road again, he followed them to their motel, then waved as he drove away.
“After a night in jail, I expect you want to take a shower,” Ben said as he put the safety chain on the door.
“Yes, but you go first,” she answered.
“You’re sure?”
“Go on.”
He grabbed some clean clothes and stepped into the bathroom. She listened to him moving around, then heard the sound of water running.
Last night when she’d reached for him, he’d eased her away. Today, she wasn’t going to let him make the rules. Before she could change her mind, she took off her clothes, and kicked them into the corner before opening the door and stepping into the bathroom.
The room was full of steam, but she could see Ben’s silhouette through the shower curtain. He was washing his hair. She let him rinse it before pulling aside the curtain and stepping into the tub.
Hot water hit her, instantly turning her skin slick and sensitive.
And her whole body tightened as she took in the sight of his hard-muscled body and his formidable male equipment.
She watched him staring at her and knew he couldn’t stop himself from reacting.
“What are you doing?” he asked in a hoarse voice.
“This.” She reached out and pulled him close, absorbing the feel of his wet body plastered to hers.
“Don’t.”
“You’re not going to push me away this time.”
“You don’t know what you’re getting into.”
“You’re wrong.”
She slicked her hands up and down his back, settling at his butt, pulling him more tightly against herself, gratified to feel his erection rising between them.
For several seconds he simply held her under the pounding water, his cheek pressed to hers.
“I’m so sorry I got you into trouble with the cops.”
“You didn’t get me into anything. I wanted to go into that warehouse just as much as you did. I insisted on going in with you.”
She turned her head, stopping the conversation by bringing his mouth to hers. She had gone long beyond questioning herself. She knew only that she needed to be with this man, desperately needed him to finish what they’d started when she’d found him standing at the window with a gun in his hand.
She squeezed her eyes closed, trying to shut out the images from their night in jail. Even as she kissed him, the sob she had managed to hold back until now welled up and spilled out. Just one small sob for the way Judd and his patrol officers had treated her.
“Oh, Sage.”
Ben’s hand stroked down the length of her bare back, sending heat shooting through her. Her lips met his, entranced by the contact. Her tongue played with the seam of his lips, and he opened for her, giving her as much access as she wanted.
At the same time, she pressed her naked body against his so there wasn’t a sliver of space between them.
When he sighed and wrapped his arms around her, she knew that he had given in to the moment.
Victory.
His hands moved to her bottom, and she realized he must have reached behind her and lathered his palms with soap because they had turned slick, running over her wet skin with a total absence of resistance that was like a lightning strike igniting a forest fire.
As his hands slid over her, wet heat pooled between her legs. He eased away from her so that he could lift and fondle her breasts, gliding over her nipples, wringing a sob of need from her.
The need built, pulsing through her in time to the wild beating of her heart.
He continued to play with her taut nipples, using a circular motion to skim their edges, alternating that with flicks of his thumbnails across the very tips, driving her wild. And then he washed and rinsed her hair, making that as sensual as anything else he’d done.
She had never thought of herself as a bold lover. But she wanted to be bold with this man. Her trembling hand found the soap dish so that she could soap her own palms, then captured his jutting cock, starting with a teasing stroke that drew a strangled breath from him. When she closed her fingers tightly around him, the breath turned into a moan. Gratified, she slid her clasped hand up and down his length with the same maddeningly slick touch that he had used to drive her beyond insanity.
Looking down, she smiled at the effect she had created. He’d been fully aroused when she’d started. Now his penis was red and stiff, radiating life and heat.
“Jesus!” he gasped. Then he continued in a strangled voice, “Don’t. I want to come inside you.”
She pulled her hand away because she wanted that, too. Wanted it with a desperation that bordered on madness. And his saying it made something inside her soar.
He stepped out of her reach, and she protested at the loss of contact. But he was only washing the soap off his hands and the front of his body.
She did the same, watching his hot gaze follow the water cascading downward toward her sex.
He glanced around the small tub and shower enclosure.
“I don’t think either one of us is up for acrobatics.”
She laughed. “Not with our sleepless night.”
After turning off the water, he pulled the shower curtain aside and stepped out, bringing her with him
She kept her gaze on his face as he dried her off. Reaching for a towel, she did the same for him. He carried her to the bedroom, and they fell onto the nearest bed together. She was ready for him, so ready. She cried out as he filled her, then gazed into his eyes as he went very still above her.
“Sage.”
“Right here.”
It felt like she had been waiting for this all her life. She watched the intensity of his face as he began to move inside her.
She had fantasized about him. How many times in her life had fantasy lived up to reality?
Only this time. With Ben.
“I want to see you.”
He clasped her tightly and rolled to his back taking her with him so that she was the one on top. And as she moved above him, his gaze feasted on her as he stroked her back, her hips, her bottom. Then one hand began to play with her breasts while his other spread the folds of her sex and found her clit, stoking her need, making it impossible for her to keep the pace slow.
The intensity of the night in jail fueled her urgency. She drove to a sharp, all-encompassing climax that radiated to every part of her body. And while the torrent of pleasure still washed over her, he followed her into ecstasy.
She collapsed against him, her head drifting to his shoulder as she stroked her fingers through his wet hair, turning her head so that she could nuzzle her lips against his cheek.
She closed her eyes, relaxing in his arms, and she thought they might drift off to sleep. But he had other ideas.
He began to touch her and kiss her again, silently telling her that making love once wasn’t enough.
He was a good lover and one who cared as much for his partner’s pleasure as his own. He brought her up to the high plateau again, then kept her there until climax was their only option.
By the time they were finished, she was limp and more satisfied than she’d ever been in her life. She hoped it was the same for him, but she didn’t risk asking.
She fell asleep snuggled beside him and didn’t wake until she felt him starting to ease out of bed.
Sage put a hand on Ben’s arm, and he instantly went still. When he turned, the look of regret he gave her made her chest tighten.
“Don’t leave yet,” she murmured, determined not to let him put up a wall between them.
When she propped up her pillow and sat up, dragging the covers over her naked breasts, he reached for his own pillow and sat beside her.
“I get the feeling you’re thinking we shouldn’t have made love,” she said.
“You know it’s true.”
“Of course not.”
She wanted to pull him back into her arms and tell him he was the best thing that had happened to her in a long time, but she wasn’t going to waste her breath. And maybe in one way he was right. They’d been making love when she should have been looking for her sister. Only neither one of them had been in any kind of shape to continue the search.
He watched her as all that went through her mind.
She raised her chin and gave him a direct look. “I assume you’re thinking about your time on the
Windward
.”
He nodded.
“You were there for six months. Did it take you that long to figure out what happened to your sister?”