Taking On The Billionaire (Redhawk Reunion #1) - Robin Covington Page 0,22
against each other, her hands trailing down his chest, fingers fumbling to undo his jeans. He broke off the kiss with a moan that rattled up from his gut when her fingers wrapped around his shaft. Her first touch was tentative, exploratory, her fingers tightening around him when he thrust up into her grip.
He groaned and Tess smiled, causing a shiver of lust to race through him. She stroked him, her grip firm and hot and slicker with each pass. It was hot, sexy as hell, but the connection that kept his eyes locked on hers was visceral, elemental. He moved against her, snapping his hips up into her grip in a rhythm calculated to drive him closer and closer to the endgame.
“Come on, Adam. I’m your queen. I demand it.”
Her tone was all it took. He was already on edge, tuned up to one hundred times his usual level of endurance. The tingling started in his spine, racing through his veins and under his skin and then spilling out of him with a shout and a deep, greedy kiss.
Long moments stretched into minutes as they leaned against each other, heartbeats slowing down to a normal pace, sweat cooling on their skin in the chilly evening air. Adam leaned back against the half wall, pulling Tess against him and tucking her against his chest as they both looked up at the stars.
The silence wasn’t awkward, sex hadn’t changed that between them, and Adam breathed out a sigh of relief. He’d wanted Tess but he’d wanted her body and her mind and the way he and she worked together, the way they’d moved in sync. This way when their affair was over, they could still be friends, still be in each other’s lives. That prospect made the sex even sweeter, hotter.
“That was amazing, Tess,” he murmured, brushing a kiss against her temple.
“Of course it was,” she murmured. “It’s why we avoided it for so long.”
Adam felt the truth of that statement, knowing in his gut that was why he’d steered clear of giving in to his obsession with Tess until now.
Lights moved on the long drive that led to the observatory and they both sat up a little straighter. It could be another pair of lovers ready to do some star-gazing of their own or it could be the police. Either way, it was time for them to leave. Adam rose to his feet, helping Tess as they searched for her underwear in the shadows. Laughing, they snatched them up from the ground and Tess shoved them in her pocket.
“How much did you say your donation was again?” Tess asked as they strode over to the bike, grabbed the helmets on the back and slipped them on. “Enough to get us out of this?”
Adam glanced quickly at the approaching car. “Let’s not stay around to find out. Run for it?”
“Like Bonnie and Clyde?”
Adam considered this option, willing to go with it...to a point. “As long as it’s the version with more sex and no murders or bank robberies, I’m in.”
Tess jumped onto the bike, blowing him a kiss. “Well, hop on, Clyde. Let’s go chase some stars.”
It was the best offer he’d had in a very long time.
Eight
“A woman cannot live by takeout Chinese alone,” Tess declared as she dug into her Szechuan chicken with a pair of chopsticks.
The food was delicious, delivered hot and fresh from her favorite restaurant, and normally she would have loved it except that tonight was the most recent of too many nights eating out of cartons or pizza boxes in the offices of Redhawk/Ling, trying to find the mole. They were racing against the clock and Adam and Justin and Tess were killing themselves to win that race. Adam and Justin had the business to run so most of the time it was just Tess and the IT guys they’d put at her disposal. Tonight, Justin had a family thing to attend so it was Tess and Adam in his office digging over piles and piles of information.
And the piles of information—physical and digital—kept growing. Tess was skilled at searching databases and sites to uncover people and their secrets but the volume that had to be processed during this short time was more than one person could tackle. So, the gift of the IT guys meant more eyes on more data and a quicker elimination of dead leads and people who could not be their mole. The last piece of the puzzle was out