against his body. His hand rested on my ass. “You good?”
I glanced up into those eyes. “There isn’t a word to describe how I’m feeling right now.”
“It can’t work,” he said.
I didn’t want to think about it, so I turned my focus on his body, my hand moving over the muscles of his abs.
“But I don’t fucking care.” My gaze jerked back to him. “I tried, but I can’t let you go.”
Those tears were back, my voice broke when I whispered, “I don’t want you to.”
“We have shit to talk about it.”
I held his hard stare. “I meant what I said. I’d give it up for you. If it comes down to me choosing, it’s not a choice.” I straddled him, my hands coming to rest on his shoulders, my hair curtaining us. “As far as that animal, badge or no badge, I don’t see a crime there. Either way, that never leaves this room.”
He yanked my mouth to his, my hand moved between our bodies, fisting his cock as I sank down on him. I rode him hard then he flipped us and took over, getting us both off.
We called down to room service, adding to my order. I’d pulled on his shirt; he’d pulled on his pants to open the door.
“When do you have to go?” I asked.
His eyes caught mine. “I came here for you.”
“But you said…”
“I know.”
I couldn’t help grinning because I was just as far under his skin as he was under mine. “I make you crazy.”
“Yeah, you fucking do.”
“Good. Then we’re even.”
“Carmine is dangerous,” he said. “But he’s like a brother.”
Remembering the man in question, that didn’t surprise me. “I saw a bit of you in him.” Then a thought had me stopping mid chew. “Does he know about me?”
His expression shifted, his voice a growl. “Yes.”
“Hmm.” I reached for a fry. “Who was the model?”
He glanced at me out of the corner of his eye. “Why? You jealous?” he teased.
“At the time, I was hurt, not jealous.”
He grabbed my chin, held my gaze to his. “Smoke and mirrors.” He kissed me. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
He released me and reached for his beer. “I was there because there were rumors of another attempt on Gregory Enzi senior’s life, and I was making sure Carmine didn’t lose his shit. He’s a bit of a hothead,” he said, then waited. And I knew what he was waiting for. I was there with vice, the line in the sand clear, and we were on opposite sides of it.
“Like you pointed out, I’m not vice.” I didn’t know what he was expecting, but his head lowered, and he nodded once. “Hey.” I got his face, and damn, but I’d never get tired of looking at him. “I don’t know much about Carmine, but if he’s anything like you, I know I’ll like him.” I touched his arm, his focus going to my hand, before lifting back to my face. “He’s not their target.” I probably shouldn’t have shared that, but I did because I knew what I wanted. I was looking right at him.
The look I was coming to really love swept his expression before he kissed me again. “I choose you,” he whispered against my lips.
Three words and I was a goner. I touched his face. “Say it again.”
He didn’t smile or grin, but said it almost solemnly, a vow. “I choose you.”
I kissed him. It was then that I knew I didn’t just choose Kade Wakefield. I was in love with him.
Kade wanted me to go home with him, but I took the plane back with Zac because I wanted to tell him about Kade. He took the news better than I thought.
“You’re dating Kade Wakefield,” he said, his expression almost as incredulous as his words.
It was more than dating, way more than dating. “Yes.”
“He was in Los Angeles to see you?”
“Yes.”
“Why didn’t you go back with him? I’m sure he has a private plane.”
“I wanted to tell you about him.”
“You do realize that, though, there are no active investigations on him, he doesn’t just dip is toe over the line.”
“We both know what we’re getting into, know that things will need to change to make it work. But he’s a good man, Zac. You know me, you know I wouldn’t fall for someone who wasn’t.”
He nodded because he did know.
“If it comes down to it, I’m choosing him.”
That earned me his face. “What?”
“I love the job, you know how much I love it, but I…”
“Fuck, you’re in love