fast and hard, both of them burning out of control. Reaching the edge, she tipped into climax at supersonic speed. Pleasure scorched through her, meshed with the love she felt for him, drawing the moment into what seemed like forever.
As they began to spiral down, Reese adjusted her clothes, turned her into his arms, and just held her. Kissing her softly one last time, he left to deal with the condom he’d dug out of his wallet.
Kenzie used his private bathroom to freshen herself and came out neatly dressed, her hair finger-combed back in place. The only evidence of their misconduct was the flush in her cheeks and Reese’s look of male satisfaction.
“We need to talk,” he said. “It’s been hell not knowing what you’re thinking, how you’re feeling. I can deal with just about anything, as long as I know where I stand.”
She looked up at him and wondered if her feelings showed in her eyes. “I owe you an apology. You’ve done nothing but try to help me from the start. Things just seemed to get so mixed-up. I’ve been trying to figure out what’s best for Griff. And even though I’m innocent of Lee’s murder, I’m still the number one suspect. Dragging you into my problems just isn’t fair.”
He paced over to the window, stood looking down at the street teeming with people fourteen stories below.
He turned back to her. “You don’t owe me anything, Kenzie. In a way I owe you.” He sighed. “After everything that’s happened, I wasn’t expecting to see you today. I set up a meeting tonight with a group of regional managers. Some of them are flying in from out of town. I can try to cancel, but—”
“You can’t do that, Reese. Whatever happens, you still have a job to do.” She quashed her disappointment. Reese was CEO. He had duties, responsibilities. Accepting those responsibilities made him the man he was, the man she’d fallen in love with.
He shoved his hands into the pockets of his slacks. “I was planning to fly down to Houston in the morning. We’ll be closing on the Poseidon deal this week. I need to make that long-overdue trip out to the rig.” His eyes found hers. There was something in them. It looked almost like longing.
“If you went with me, we could spend the night together. We could talk things over, figure things out. What do you think?”
Her eyes misted. After all the trouble, he still wanted to be with her. “I’d love to go. Gran is with Griff and it’s only one night.”
The tension went out of his wide shoulders. He gave her the sweetest smile. “Okay, then. I’ve got a lot to do before we leave, so we’d better get to work.”
Those incredible blue eyes ran over her, heated again. She read their silent message. Before I think of another way to use my desk.
Kenzie’s blush returned, the idea all too tempting. It was eight o’clock in the morning, the office just open. She flicked him a last amused glance. “I’ll get my notepad,” she said.
* * *
The morning was slipping away. Sunlight sliced through the crack in the bedroom curtains, reminding Troy he was overdue at the office, but he made no move to get out of bed. After the best sex of his life, he lay spent and sated among his expensive black satin sheets. Delia Parr curled up on the bed beside him, a red-painted nail toying with the sparse black hair on his chest.
Troy had started seeing Delia after Lee Haines’s death. He’d called to comfort her in the loss of her fiancé. He chuckled—and comfort her he had. The woman was completely uninhibited, he’d discovered, and totally insatiable.
She was also a money-hungry bitch.
Which was how Lee Haines had managed to get into her pants.
He reached down and squeezed her plump ass, eliciting a throaty laugh. She was a rounded kind of woman, soft against his thinner, more sinewy frame. In bed, he didn’t have the stamina she had, but she suited him just the same.
And in a strange way, he trusted her. Delia was as devious and conniving as he was, ready to do whatever it took to pay for the lavish lifestyle they both enjoyed.
When he’d told Delia about the helicopter mechanic, how the guy had tried to blackmail him and Troy had been forced to kill him, instead of being appalled, she’d been sexually aroused by the story.
Delia traced a line from his chest to his groin,