racing, and though I didn’t know it until later because she looked as cool as a frozen cocktail on a hot summer day, hers was too. Together, we turned it around and won their trust. But after…
After.
When we got back to our hotel, we barely made it to the elevator. I didn’t just kiss her, I devoured her. She practically climbed me. After two months of working together with sexual tension tighter than a hammy after sprinting a marathon, we both succumbed to what we’d been silently pushing away.
I thought that was it, that we’d finally give in and fuck each other’s brains out, working off the high we both got off on from the job.
And we about did. For the first time since I’d met her, her tone turned hesitant even though I knew for a fact she didn’t have one uncertain bone in her beautiful body. It was the moment she muttered the words I’ll never forget…
I’ve never.
A five-gallon bucket of Gatorade at the end of an MLB game is nothing compared to what I experienced. My young Brit never failed to surprise me.
She was a virgin.
We didn’t fuck each other’s brains out that night but I also didn’t leave her. I slowed things down to a snail’s pace and gave her two orgasms. Then I found out I was the only man who ever touched her that way and that was it—there was no walking away. Not that I wanted to before.
Nail my coffin shut, I was a goner for Isabella Donnelly.
I slept with her that night while sporting the most severe case of blue balls in my life. I actually slept, with her in my arms, all night long—and I’d never done that with anyone. It was the night we began all our firsts.
I sure didn’t think it would happen so soon, but two days later, she became mine. When she handed over her virginity, I took it like a man on the brink of death and she was my only lifeline.
“Kiss me.” My demand is desperate. I’m not proud of it but I also can’t help it. I’m two weeks into our deal and having her half-naked with my hand between her legs could really backfire on me. I didn’t plan on this when I followed her in here but, I’m not sorry.
At least, I’m not sorry yet. And even if I might be sorry later, it won’t be by much.
“Cole.” She shakes her head into my neck, catching her breath and coming back down to earth from the ride I just gave her. “No. This is too complicated as it is. We can’t throw us back into the mix.”
“But this is you and me. This is what the high does to us. You melted under my touch and the only reason I’m not buried balls deep inside you right now is because when I have you again, it’s not going to be like this.” My grip on her tightens. “And there’s the fact you haven’t kissed me. But our bet stands.”
She drags her eyes open. “Clearing my name is the only thing I can focus on right now.”
“We’re close,” I argue. “We haven’t figured it out yet but what we learned tonight is huge. We can have both.”
My damn phone vibrates again and we continue to ignore it. Her eyes are calculating and she might not look exactly like my Bella, but having her here in my arms, she is through and through.
“I’m going to St. John,” she says.
I nod and pull my hand out from under her dress not bothering to fix her panties. “You bet your ass you are. And I’m coming with you.”
She shakes her head and pushes me back. This time I allow it and she starts to fix her dress. “Absolutely not—”
I hold one hand up and pull my damn phone out of my pocket with the other because it seems Crockett and Tubbs can’t follow directions and leave me the fuck alone for an evening. It’s not like they couldn’t hear everything that went down, and I don’t give two shits about it. “You’re not going down there alone. And there’s no way I can drum up a passport by tomorrow anyway. Crew should be able to arrange a flight—I can get you in and out of the country easier.”
“Yes, I guess there’s that,” she mutters and I see her fight slowly return as her post-orgasmic mood evaporates. She motions between the two of us as she picks