She was even more tempting now that he was looking at her. Evidently fresh from a shower, she wore pink silk pajama shorts and a plain white cotton camisole.
The innocent combination did little to conceal her perky breasts and the sexy dermaglyphs that decorated so much of her gorgeous limbs and curves. Last night he’d tasted nearly every square inch of those limbs and curves.
Today, instead of feeling sated from the hours he’d spent buried deep inside her, he was having a damn hard time pretending he didn’t want to start all over again. Fresh guilt racked him over his disturbing lack of control, then and now.
He scowled. “How are you feeling?”
“Amazing.” Her satisfied smile should have made him feel anything but remorse. “And a little embarrassed, if you want to know the truth. I’ve never thrown myself at a man before. Good thing I didn’t realize what I was missing until last night.”
Rafe grunted, a grin tugging at his mouth against his will. As much as he wanted to regret making love with Devony, it was hard to get there when she was looking at him with a sultry gleam in her eyes. His cock stirred with instant, renewed interest, and his pulse kicked into a stronger tempo.
“I’ve never been someone’s first time before,” he muttered. “I’m sure I could’ve done a lot better by you.”
“That sounds intriguing. What do you have in mind?”
He chuckled. “Don’t ask. You might be shocked to know.”
“Really?” Her bourbon-hued eyes widened in interest. “Try me.”
Fuck. How the hell had they gone from “good morning” to talking about having sex again?
Rafe took a step back and cleared his throat. The document he held in his hand when she came into the room was now crushed in his fist.
Devony noticed it. “Is that one of my activity logs on Cruz’s gang?”
“Yeah.” He’d been combing through her files for the past couple of hours, absorbing every detail he could, and snapping photos of the items that were too extensive to commit to memory.
He learned that she had been embedded with Ricardo Cruz and his gang for nearly two months. Before that, she had infiltrated a different area gang, and still another before that. She had been dogged in her pursuit of information, and during that time had managed to keep a journal of each group’s various criminal jobs, relevant conversations, even minutiae that might otherwise be overlooked.
To say she was thorough was an understatement. And fearless.
He didn’t want to consider how great the loss would be to his mission once he arranged for the Order to come in and remove her from the field.
Rafe set the log down on a worktable in the war room, then strode up to the four walls of intel that reminded him of a general’s plan for a sweeping war campaign. “How long do you believe Cruz has been associating with Judah LaSalle?”
“More than a year, I would say.” She walked up next to him to look at the dossiers and the red strings connecting one individual to another on the wall. “Not long after I met Fish, he told me about one of the first jobs LaSalle hired them to do. It was a break-in at some energy sciences lab in the Berkshires.”
Rafe nodded without commenting that he likely knew the company in question. He would be willing to wager his right arm that the product being developed there was one of several ultraviolet technologies that fell into Opus Nostrum’s hands earlier this year.
“Did Fish say what they were supposed to steal for LaSalle?”
“No. And they weren’t successful, anyway. Security was too tight, so they had to abort.”
“But LaSalle kept hiring them for other jobs?”
“He needs people like Cruz and his men.”
“Expendable men,” Rafe said.
“Right. Men who will do almost anything—risk almost anything—so long as it comes with a large enough payout. From what I’ve observed, they’re simply boots on the ground for LaSalle, and he’s untouchable so far. Besides, there’s no clear evidence yet that he’s connected to Opus.”
Rafe wasn’t so sure about that. The Berkshires break-in gave him hope that he was on the right track. He was already months ahead in terms of reconnaissance, all thanks to her.
Devony retrieved another one of her logs and handed it to him. “Here’s a list of their most recent jobs for him.”
Rafe scanned the record of random pickups and drops of unstated merchandise, assorted robberies, even a few instances of money laundering.
She pivoted to face him as he reviewed the