Deadly Lies (26 page)

Her fingers wrapped around the base of his cock, and she guided his shaft into her, positioning him just right—then she pushed
down in one fast glide, taking him deep.

“Samantha!”

He filled her completely, stretching her, and for a moment, she hesitated. Not sexy and sure now. Instead, she was lost, floundering—

And he could see. Her eyes squeezed shut.

His fingers eased down, caressing her abdomen, then pushing between her legs. His thumb pressed against her clit and a shiver
worked over her. “Easy.” His whisper.

But she didn’t want easy. Fast, hard, wild.

“
Easy,
” he said again, and her eyes opened so she could meet his stare.
Not just sex.
“Kiss me, Samantha.”

She bent toward him. The movement pushed her clit against his stroking fingers, just the right touch. His cock shifted and
slid along her sensitive flesh. Her mouth touched his. Lips. Tongue. Her sex squeezed him, and there wasn’t any more pain.
Only pleasure. Her mouth broke away on a moan.

“Better.” His growl. “Slow, just… slow.”

Her hands flattened on his chest. Her knees dug into the
bed, and she pushed up, the head of his cock still inside her. Then she pushed down, so slowly this time, taking his cock
one inch at a time.

Oh, damn.

“Again.” His order, hard, gritted.

She rose again. Slid down.

“Again.”

A little faster now. His fingers worked her clit. Tugged, pressed. His thick length slid easily now, driving into the cream
between her legs.

She drove down—just as he thrust his hips up to meet her. “
Max!
”

His hand left her aching flesh, and she could have screamed.
More!
Too close, she wanted—

Max’s palms slammed onto the bed, and he rose up, facing her, chest to chest. His mouth took hers in a deep kiss even as he
thrust against her, rocking his hips hard, and she loved it,
loved
it. Sam didn’t care about the light. She didn’t care what he saw. Everything was finally right. He was right.

Sam’s nails dug into his chest as she clung to him. The climax was so close that her sex quivered.

His mouth was against her neck now. Licking. Sucking. His hands buried in her hair and held her tight.

“
You’re so damn beautiful.
”

He made her feel that way.

His head lifted. His eyes blazed at her. “Beautiful.”

Sam trembled and seemed to break apart. The white-hot stream of her climax swept over her, and heat spiraled through her as
she came.

And Max watched her.

Her sex contracted around him. Max kissed her, driv
ing his tongue past her lips, and she shuddered against him. Sam rose higher onto her knees, drove down once more, and he
came. No, he seemed to erupt in her. His cock jerked, his body went bow tight, and the pleasure rocked between them. So strong.
So hard.

Her heart drummed in her ears. She tightened her inner muscles around him, wanting to steal every drop of pleasure from him.

She wanted to freeze time. To stay with him.

To be safe in his arms.

Even if it was just an illusion.

“My brother’s gone.” Quinlan’s gaze wasn’t on the full moon that hung just outside his window. His head was bent, and Beth
could see him gazing at his left hand. That hand was still wrapped in white bandages, like most of his body.

Not that the bandages had slowed him down any in bed. They’d just been… careful. She knew the difference between sexual pleasure
and pain. Beth had learned that lesson a long time ago.

And those damn agents knew about her past.

After taking a slow, deep breath, Beth crossed to him and pressed a kiss to his bare shoulder. “You know where he is.”
With her.
Unspoken, but it hung between them.

His body tightened. “She’s an FBI agent?”

That had been news to her. Dammit. All her plans… “I just thought she was his latest screw.” Max liked variety in his women,
and she’d even thought about making a play for him once or twice.

Quinlan turned toward her. “She is the latest. His lover
and
an agent.” The moonlight slid over his face. “They told Max no cops. They
told
him, and he broke the rules.”

“And your father died,” she said softly. Beth figured she should probably feel badly about that. She didn’t. No more screwing
the old bastard and wearing that stupid smile, the lying smile that said she loved having his small dick inside her.

Quinlan flinched. His uninjured hand balled into a fist. “When I go to sleep, I see my dad. The agents shined their flashlights
on us, and I was over him, and his blood was
everywhere.
”

Beth swallowed. Okay. She didn’t want to hear this. “Don’t think about it.” Her hand curled around his arm. “Come back to
bed.” The rumpled bed sheets waited for them. If he gave her the chance, she could make him forget almost anything.

His gaze held hers, and for an instant, anger flashed across his handsome features. Anger and… disgust? “You were in his bed
just nights ago,” Quinlan muttered. “He’s not even cold in his grave, and you’re back with me.”

If he expected her to blush or feel some kind of shame, he had the wrong woman. “I was with you while he was still breathing.”
So easy to do—all it took was a quick walk down the hallway. But Quinlan had been able to give her what she needed when Frank
hadn’t even been able to come close. “Now things are just easier for me.”

He shook his head. “I can never tell for certain.” A brief pause, and his eyes narrowed. “Are you really as cold a bitch as
you pretend to be?”

A smile curled Beth’s lips. “Maybe.” Her heart pounded too fast.
Maybe not.
“And are you really the lost little rich boy that you pretend to be?”

His lips took hers. Softly at first, then harder,
harder.
Because he knew what she liked. “Maybe,” he whispered against her mouth. He moved to face her fully, and his cock, aroused,
thick, so ready, pushed against her legs.

Maybe not.

A
few cases back,” Samantha’s husky voice floated in the darkness, “something happened to me.” She lay in bed next to Max,
her hand on his chest and her head turned so that their eyes met. The scent of sex and woman hung in the air, making Max want
more.

With her, he always wanted more.

But an echo of pain drifted through her words and Max’s body tightened. “What?” Her hand slipped off his chest, and he missed
that touch instantly. “Samantha?”

“I was working a case down in Mississippi. The Watchman case.”

The name clicked. “That bastard who was killing women?”

“Not just killing them.” Still husky and soft. “He tortured them first. He turned their worst fears into reality.”

Max didn’t like where this was going. He reached for her, curling his hand around her hip and pulling her next to him. “You
stopped him?”

A broken laugh. “If only.” The click of her swallow was painful to hear.

“My plane had just landed in Jasper, and I was walking through the terminal. Well,” she gave that same weak laugh, one that
held no humor, “that’s what they tell me, anyway. I don’t really remember much about the airport. I just remember waking up
and being tied to a chair in some cabin.”

When she sucked in a sharp breath, Max realized that his fingers had pressed too tightly around her hip. He forced his hold
to ease. “What did he do?”

Her lashes swept down. “Does anything scare you, Max?”

You do.
“I was scared as hell that I wouldn’t get Quinlan back alive. When I got to the hospital and found my mother in a coma because
she’d overdosed on her pain pills, yeah, I was scared.” Terrified. “I know fear. Everybody does.”

“But you’re scared for
others.
” Her lashes rose. “You’re like Monica. Both of you—you’re strong.”

“So are you.” Absolute certainty.

The covers rustled as she shifted against him. “I need to—I have to get up.”

He didn’t want her to move, but he wouldn’t force her to stay with him. So he pulled back his hand and let his fingers graze
her silken skin as he released her.

Samantha all but jumped from the bed. She hurried to the vanity and picked up a robe. Her arms shook a bit as she pulled it
on and tied the belt.
Protecting herself.

She paced a bit, and then stopped near the side of the bed. He eased up, sitting, and kept the sheet over his hips as he waited.
This moment was important for her, and he
wouldn’t rush her, even though he was desperate to find out—

“If I’d been stronger, he wouldn’t have broken me so quickly.” Her arms crossed over her chest. “By the end, I was begging
him to let me die.”

The nightmare she’d had—
dammit.
Max was out of the bed and on his feet in an instant. So much for holding onto his control. He needed to hold her. His hands
closed around her upper arms and he pulled her against him. “What did he do?”

“I told you before. When I was a kid, I-I almost drowned at my parents’ lake house.”

And she’d said her mother… hell,
she didn’t even notice because she was so drunk.
Not like he’d forget that story any time soon.

Her breath heaved out. “I hated the water after that.
Hated
it. My mom—she started working to get sober, and when she was better, she wanted
me
better.”

“You? What was wrong—”

“Every time she tried to get me to so much as dip my toes in the pool,” she said, cutting across his words, “I started shaking.
If I thought I’d have to get in the water, I’d have a panic attack. My mom took me to see some shrinks. About half a dozen
of them. They said I had hydrophobia—”

She broke off and shook her head. “Like I needed those guys to tell me that I was afraid of the damn water.”

“It’s normal to be afraid after an event like that.”

“So they said,” she murmured. “They also said that I could work my way past the fear.” She breathed out a long sigh. “But
I just said screw ’em. I didn’t like the water, and I sure didn’t want to go jumping in it again.”

And then the Watchman had come along.

Her gaze darted to his, and Samantha said, “When I woke up, tied in that chair, I heard the water lapping nearby, and I knew
what he was going to do.” The words were so low that he had to strain to hear them. “I just didn’t think… I didn’t think he’d
bring me back so many times.”

He shook his head because he had to be wrong. No way did she mean—

“After the fifth time he killed me in that water, then brought me back—
his mouth on mine, his breath in my lungs—
I stopped counting. And I started begging him to let me die.”

He dragged her against his chest and held her close to his heart.
No, no, fuck, no
.

“Do you know what it’s like to drown?” Her voice was still whisper quiet, but unfocused now and weak.

“No,” he bit out and tightened his arms around her. His hands were in her hair, and her body pressed against his. Soft. Warm.
Alive.

“Most people think drowning is fast and easy, but it’s
not.
Every second stretches for so long, and your throat closes and your lungs burn, and you want that air
so badly.
” The words tumbled out in a quick whirl, gaining strength and getting louder. “Your temples explode, and the pain comes in,
hitting in waves just like the water, and then—then you start to sink. Your body won’t work. You can’t kick anymore, you can’t
claw the water, you can just sink and the water gets darker and—”

“
Samantha!
” He shook her, and her head whipped back. She blinked and seemed to
see
him.

Her lips pressed together. Silence held for a beat of
time, then she told him, “It’s not easier the second time. Or the third or—”

Tears slid down her face. His lips feathered over her cheek and tasted the wet salt. “You survived.”

“No.”

His head lifted, and he found himself staring into the dark pools of her eyes.

“I died that day,” she told him. “And no matter what I did in the months after that, I couldn’t come back. I couldn’t
live.
” She swiped her tongue over her lips. “My control was gone. Fear rode me constantly, and I just wanted to break away. I wanted
to pretend I wasn’t the damaged agent.”

He remembered a beautiful woman walking into a smoke-filled bar. Short skirt, long legs, and a smile made for sin. But eyes
flickering with fear.

She’d only wanted sex then. No past, no future, just the two of them in the darkness.

She’d left him after only a few hours. Walked away. But she’d come back and found him at that party…

Then the world had gone to hell around them.

“You were supposed to be a one-time deal for me,” she admitted, echoing his thoughts, and her eyes were stark. “A chance for
me to take control back, to prove I wasn’t some broken doll.”

A woman who took what she wanted.

Her head shook slowly. The tears had dried on her cheeks. “But I needed you. Just one time,
but I needed you
, and I had to find you again.”

He didn’t free her. Wouldn’t. “Good,” he said bluntly, “because if you hadn’t come back, I would have found you.”

And some of the shadows seemed to lift from her face. “The others all looked at me like I was going to break apart. They expected
me to fail.” Her eyes searched his. “You looked at me in that bar, and you just saw a woman.”

A woman he’d wanted more than breath. “That’s what I see right now.” No, he saw that she was
strong.
So much stronger than he’d realized.

“I have to do my job, Max.” Her chin tipped up a bit. “I have to prove that I
can
do my job, no matter what comes at me.”

Why did those words sound like a warning?

“My job brought me to you. It took me to that bar,” her smile held a bitter edge, “but I never expected this. I thought I
could be safe, that…”

No one would know.
Though she didn’t speak, those words hung between them. “Then hell came crashing in,” Max said.