he devoured her.
Abandoning her breasts, he moved down her ribs to the curve of her waist, pushing covers off her as he went. Then he withdrew from the kiss to look at her. She felt exposed, deliciously so. He intensified the sensation by coaxing her to open her legs.
Heat pooled low in her abdomen as his hands slid up her thighs. When he reached the apex, she ground back a moan.
He took her mouth in a hard kiss and got up onto his knees and then between her legs.
She could feel his erection against her, thick and hard. It numbed her to anything but building want. He began to probe and she dug her head back in ecstasy.
He slid deep, stretching her, filling her. When he started to move, he took her to the stars as he had before, touching a place no other man had. He braced his hands on either side of her and began to push in and pull out faster. He swore softly and closed his eyes.
Jocelyn came hard and fast, gripping his muscular biceps. With a long groan, he sank deep into her once, twice and a third and last time.
“Oh. So, it was real,” she breathed when he collapsed on top of her.
He regained control of his breathing and lifted his head. After his smiling eyes met hers awhile, he kissed her.
“Good morning,” she said.
“Almost afternoon.” He reached over for his phone. “We better get going. Coroner’s office called.”
“Back to work.” Jocelyn’s mood slipped a notch.
“I’ll run home and shower and change, then come back and pick you up.”
“Okay.” Would it really be this easy to fall back into a coworker role? A bothersome instinct said no.
* * *
Trevor led Jocelyn out of the coroner’s office, not convinced Jane McDonald’s murder correlated with the Alphabet Killer. The case had ground to a stop and showed no signs of moving forward anytime soon. He thought about going to visit his dad again. Not Dad. Trevor called him Matthew now. Matthew was no father of his, not beyond the biological. Even being biologically related to that man made him ill. What kind of DNA would he pass along to any kids he had?
He glanced over at Jocelyn when she came into stride beside him. She’d been watching him ever since he came back to pick her up. He’d had time to think about what had happened.
The sex had been phenomenal. The reality of it was something entirely different. Trevor dealt in reality. The flames of their quick passion had dulled any thought of consequences. He forgave himself for that. Jocelyn couldn’t have resisted any more than he could have, after working together for so long, fighting their attraction the whole time. He might have fooled himself that he could control it, but obviously he couldn’t. They’d been swept up in the moment, both of them tired from a long, grueling day at work. It was no wonder they didn’t stop and think about what they were doing.
But he had a feeling she didn’t see it the same as him. She’d gradually gotten more and more bristly as the day progressed.
“We need to talk.” He stopped at his SUV. Her car was still at the FBI residency office in Fort Worth, where their marathon day had begun yesterday. He’d drive her back now and then go for another visit with Matthew, if his stomach could handle it.
“Right. Talk.” She faced him, hand on her hip, revealing her badge clipped to her black pants. Above that, her Glock 22 stuck out from a shoulder harness holster. Looking stealth in her outfit, black everything. Black T-shirt, black boots, black hair in a ponytail. Sexy as hell.
Without her FBI jacket, Trevor noticed her body a lot more than he would have otherwise. Or maybe he just noticed it more now because he knew what she looked like naked.
“Um...” He felt uncharacteristically awkward. “I’m not sure how we ended up in bed.”
“I kissed you and you took it from there. Remember now?”
Her anger took him aback. What had her so mad? Did she expect more from what happened?
“Yeah. Hard to forget. It’s just... I didn’t expect it to happen.”
“Neither did I, but it did.”
Trevor couldn’t decide how to say what needed to be said without hurting her. Her defensive reaction told him what last night meant to her. More than it did to him.
“It’s not that I don’t care about you, I—”
“Oh, cut to the point, Trevor. Don’t plant me a daisy garden. You regret having sex with me. You think it was a mistake. Ya-de-ya-de-ya.”
“‘Mistake’ is a little harsh. I don’t regret having sex with you.” No, the sex had been memorable to say the least. He’d revisit that night over and over, even when he didn’t want to. “I never mix work with...pleasure.” Did he really have to use that word? No other described it better.
“I don’t put restrictions on who I sleep with. Generally, if a man attracts me and I’m turned on, that’s a Go sign for me. It’s simple. Much less complicated than you make it.”
Nothing like being blunt. He let out a tense breath. “Can we at least agree that what happened was unplanned?”
“Very unplanned.” She folded her arms, defiant over what she must know was coming.
“You didn’t expect it. I didn’t expect it.” He began talking with his hands. “We had great sex, and now we need to maintain a professional relationship.”
“What I’m hearing is that you need to maintain a professional relationship.”
Trevor ran his fingers through his hair. No surprise that she’d make this difficult for him.
Dropping his hand, he said, “These kinds of relationships never last. Affairs in the workplace are just...wrong.”
Now she lowered her hands, and her eyes grew less confrontational. “You sound as though you’ve had firsthand experience.”
“I do. I have.” And he avoided the subject whenever possible.
Her head straightened with that revelation. “You’ve had an affair in the workplace?”
“Yes. Five years ago. She was another agent.”
Jocelyn’s eyes widened with the sardonic lift of her brow. “Another agent, huh. So, I must be exactly like her.”
He grunted a laugh. “No. Oh, no.” He shook his head. “You’re nothing like her. You’re not quiet. You say whatever’s on your mind. And...you’re not afraid to...” He regretted including that last part.
“Not afraid to what?”
“Go after it in bed.”
“Go after it in bed.” She nodded slowly, folding her lower lip under her upper and sliding it free with her agitation.
All he’d succeeded in doing was
