Worth the Risk_ A Contemporary - Megan Hart Page 0,234

shoulder. “I’m sure it will.”

“I’m glad to see Zane here.” Jean smiled. “He’ll take Kevin’s mind off what happened, I’m sure.”

“You know him? Agent Vincent?” Kendall’s tongue balked at the intimacy of using his first name.

Jean nodded. “Sure. Kevin’s worked with Zane on a couple of cases. He’s come to our house a bunch of times. He’s hot, isn’t he?”

Kendall choked a little on her ice water. “Pardon?”

Jean laughed and gave Kendall a conspiratorial look. “Kevin doesn’t know this, but I have something of a crush on Zane. He’s so good-looking, don’t you think?”

“If you like that type.” Kendall felt a heat in her cheeks that had nothing to do with the tropical atmosphere.

“Kendall, Zane is any woman’s type.” Jean shook her head. “Sorry. You must think I’m awful.”

“No.” Kendall smiled. “Just honest.”

Jean looked back to where Kevin and Vincent were still chatting. “He’s a nice guy, too. It’s too bad what happened. But you know about it, don’t you? It was your partner, wasn’t it?”

Kendall nodded and her smile became forced. “Yeah.”

She looked again at Vincent and remembered the look of concentration on his face as he aimed the gun away from everyone, trying to get the Scorpion leader’s attention. Then the blast of the gun, and the heat of Dan’s blood on her face…

“Are you all right?” Jean sounded concerned.

Kendall blinked. “Just…tired. I think I’ll say goodnight.”

She passed on dessert, though the cheesecake looked heavenly. Kevin and Jean were nice company, but she was tired and couldn’t ignore the restless feeling inside her any longer. She made her way back to the cabin in the darkness, glad to feel the sea breeze lifting her hair and skirt and teasing her back into the awareness of her body that had earlier captivated her.

She was there to relax, she reminded herself. To get her mind off the way it had felt to have her partner’s brains blasted all over her face. She shook her head fiercely as she punched the key into the lock and let herself into the room. Don’t think about that. Not here. She’d talk about it in her therapy session scheduled with Dr. Marge for just after lunch tomorrow.

Right now, she’d pretend she was just here on a regular vacation.

She shut and locked the door, then put a chair beneath the knob out of long habit. She wasn’t wearing a piece and hadn’t brought one—regulations prohibited any of the agents from bringing weapons. She missed the gun and yet didn’t at the same time. It was like she was missing part of herself, but she was relieved not to have to worry about it.

Shower. Then bed. And, if she was lucky, no dreams.

Kendall pulled the dress off over her head, hung it carefully in the closet, and padded to the luxurious shower. “Ah.” The sound of pure pleasure burst from her throat at the sight. “There’d better be plenty of hot water.”

She turned the shower on as hot as she could stand it, then ducked beneath the spray. Four different jets pounded her flesh while a wide head rained water from directly above her, and two more sprinkled her from the sides. She played with the controls for a minute and was rewarded by the hiss of steam that rapidly began to fill the enclosure. With a sigh of relief so great it puffed a hole in the steam on the glass, Kendall sank onto the wide bench and stretched out.

The bench was long enough she could lie down on it if she wanted. Now, there was a thought. Whoever had designed this shower must certainly have planned its use for more than one occupant at a time. It was just too damned decadent for only one person.

She sighed again as the water pounded and kneaded her. She was the only one here, but that was something she was used to by now. If she waited for a man to fulfill her, she’d be a dried-up old maid before she got laid.

Kendall shifted a little on the bench and parted her knees. The water from one of the jets began to beat directly against her clit. The pressure was too intense, and she moved back a bit…ahh. There. Right there. The water thrummed on her with enough pressure to bring her to full arousal, but not quite enough to get her off.

She reached up and pulled the washcloth from its hook. A squirt of liquid soap came next. She coated herself in the foam, stroking herself