all three of them spent the night together? In the apartment? In her bed?
She remembered kissing Linc. She ran her tongue over her lower lip. Boy, did she ever remember kissing Linc. And she even recalled some clothing removal. And soft moans. And…
Oh, God…
INCREDIBLE. She was even more beautiful in the morning. Short hair mussed and framing her face. Smudged mascara darkening her eyes, her mouth swollen.
Linc put down the coffee cups on the nightstand, noticing the way Vivienne lay back in the bed staring at him invitingly.
An invitation he wasn’t interested in acknowledging much less accepting.
“Well,” she said with a suggestive purr. “Since Reggie couldn’t tell me what happened last night, perhaps you can.”
He smiled rather than grimaced. “I’m heading out. Pass on my goodbyes.”
“Leaving so soon?” she asked. “Don’t hurry out on account of me.”
She was exactly the reason he was leaving.
“Nice meeting you, um…both,” he said.
Within moments, he was closing the front door of the ground-level apartment behind him. It would be nice if he could leave the image of Regina’s nakedness behind as easily.
Oh, nothing had happened. At least nothing near what the two women might believe. Not because the opportunity hadn’t existed. But in the end, no matter how attracted he’d been to Regina, he hadn’t been able to take advantage of her when she’d been so obviously intoxicated.
The memory of the taste of her mouth made him groan even as he allowed himself the freedom to recall exactly what had gone down last night. And what hadn’t…
They’d returned to the small apartment complex on the edge of town, a place like many that was short on quality but high on location, the view of the Rocky Mountains to the west enough to make a hole-ridden tent look appealing. He’d viewed it from the outside on several occasions over the past few days, but it was the first time he’d gotten a glimpse inside. He’d been surprised to find it so stark, barren of all sign of the woman who lived there. Well, except for the stacks of books, some that bore the plastic covers indicating they came from the library.
It reminded him of his place.
As he climbed into his company SUV, he ousted the reflection and replaced it with the memory of kissing Regina.
Or had she been kissing him?
Definitely a mutual kiss.
They’d been dancing in her living room, her face alluring in the flicker of the candlelight. Her friend Vivienne had essentially passed out on the sofa, an empty bottle of Merlot tucked in her arm, leaving him alone for all intents and purposes with Regina. Which is what he’d been angling for all evening.
She’d seemed to read his thoughts and swayed into him, her mouth millimeters from his.
Oh, he’d kissed her all right.
And kissed her and kissed her and kissed her.
He couldn’t recall a time when he’d enjoyed feeling a woman’s mouth against his so much.
Then she’d pressed her hips against his in an instinctively female way that set his every male instinct ablaze and he’d suddenly wanted much, much more.
In that one moment, he hadn’t cared if she stumbled a bit when he walked her toward her bedroom. He’d only known an intense desire to be buried deep inside her. To watch her mouth open in a soft moan. To hear her throaty sounds as they had sex.
They were no sooner in the bedroom than she was pulling open his jeans while simultaneously trying to strip him of his T-shirt. He’d chuckled, helping her even as she tugged at her own clothes.
Within seconds they were both naked…and she was dropping to her knees to take his pulsing length into her sweet mouth.
Linc swallowed hard, his jeans tightening at the mere memory. It had felt so good having her attention focused so intensely on pleasing him. More, it appeared she drew pleasure from the sexual act. He knew plenty of women who did it as part of a show, looking up at him perhaps in approval, or to check to make sure they were getting the reaction they were after. Not Regina. Her attention was solely on what she was doing.
And oh, she had done it so very, very well…
He hadn’t planned to come, but he couldn’t help himself. She’d easily adjusted, smoothing his semen over his still-hard length then licking him clean.
Hell, he’d nearly come again just watching her.
Then she’d stood up and nearly fell over.
And he knew he couldn’t take it any further.
He groaned now as he had then. He’d had every expectation that sex with her would be even better than the blow job, but he’d known it wasn’t a good idea to go any further than they had. Especially since he was afraid he’d allowed things to go too far already. He didn’t want her regretting anything that passed between the two of them. Ever.
As he drove toward his own apartment across town, he reminded himself there was another, primary reason why he needed to keep her friendly: she was the key to his catching her ex.
He grimaced. How had a woman like Regina ever become involved with the likes of Billy Johnson? It was a thought he wouldn’t have entertained for more than two moments before. Who cared, so long as he met his objective? But now that he’d spent a little time with her, he couldn’t help wondering what she’d found attractive in the no-good criminal.
As far as he could tell, she led a clean life. Even under her own name, she held no record.
She was the only child of a single mother. She’d grown up and had lived her entire life in the small town of Livermore Falls, Maine…until leaving after Johnson’s sentencing.
Could limited options have been the reason she’d hooked up with Johnson? A check of an online high school yearbook found Johnson had graduated two years before her. In a town where the entire senior class was only thirty students, he figured opportunities would have been greatly limited.
It was something with which he personally couldn’t identify having grown up in the Bronx, where he couldn’t have named ten percent of his graduating class much less every one of them.
At any rate, that was a long time ago.
His cell rang. He picked up on the second ring. “Yeah.”
“Some information came in on that fugitive.”
One of his contacts from Quantico.
“Shoot.”
“There’s a report out of August, Maine. It’s believed he was pulled over for speeding eighteen hours ago.”
“They’re holding him?”
“No, they let
