“Or you’d be getting yourself into trouble.”
She slid a hand over the bulge in his jeans and squeezed gently. “This kind of trouble?”
“You keep that up and you’ll never get your pictures,” he growled.
Lana leaned over and tongued his ear. “I love it when you talk dirty.”
He cupped her hand, lifting it off his groin and placing it between her legs. “I love it when you touch yourself.” He shifted her hand to the side and flipped up the bottom of her dress. Then he held her hand as he pressed it over the curve of her sex, gentle rubbing the palm over her clit and angling the fingers along her folds.
“I also like it when you wear dresses,” he whispered in her ear. “Easier access.” He slid their hands up and down, increasing the pressure with each stroke. “Next time lose the panties.”
Lana gasped and her body tightened. “You’re insatiable. How many times did we have sex in my office? Three? Four? Now we’re on a surveillance date, for God’s sake. We should be eating donuts, talking about the right lens for moonlight and discussing whether we’ll have to leave the vehicle to get a good shot.”
James chuckled. “I’ve been on more stakeouts than I can count. This is a far better way to pass the time.” He pushed her panties aside and stroked their forefingers along her labia. Lana arched in the seat and rocked her hips toward the two fingers sliding over her pussy, eliciting such delicious sensations.
“You want a donut right now, babe?” His voice was low, husky, dripping with sensual promise.
“No,” she breathed.
“You want to talk lenses?”
“No.”
“You want to leave the vehicle?”
Her breath caught in her throat. “Yes.”
James froze. “Yes?”
She pointed out the window. “Rex. On the beach. Deal going down. I think it’s too dark, even with this lens.”
Withdrawing his hand, James eased himself lower in the seat. “We can’t risk being seen. You’ll have to do the best you can.”
Sex still throbbing, Lana grabbed her camera and snapped pictures of Rex standing near a log, talking to a man with a cell phone. He handed Rex a briefcase.
“Do you know what’s in the briefcase?”
Silence.
“James?”
He’d stilled, his eyes fixed on the rearview mirror. “It’s Bones. He’s driving the white van behind us and he has someone with him. Stay low.”
They shrank down in their seats as the van pulled up at the far end of the parking lot. Bones and his passenger walked to the back and unlocked the doors, just as Rex and his companion joined them. Everyone looked inside the van and a discussion ensued.
“I want to see what’s in the van. Back in a moment.” Lana opened the car door and slid out of the vehicle, then darted over to the snack shack and hid behind the corner.
“No. Fuck. Get back here.” James’s voice faded as she raced over to a large tree and plastered herself against the trunk. No cover behind the van. She would have to hide between the cars. She eased herself into the shadows and dived behind a giant black Hummer, lifted high enough she could easily fit underneath. Hitting the ground with a soft thud, she wiggled her way between the tires. Perfect. She adjusted the lens and began to shoot.
“What about the weapons?” the mystery man said.
“You’ll get them,” Rex snapped. “Our upgrades haven’t arrived yet so I’m not ready to part with the old ones yet.”
As they argued about whether Rex should keep all the money the man had given him, the van door swung open wider. Lana held her breath and pressed the shutter release.
Hands clasped around Lana’s ankles, sending her heart into overdrive. She tried to kick the nasty hands away, but her body was already sliding backwards under the Hummer. Frantically she held her camera in the direction of the van and continued to shoot. When she was clear of the vehicle she flipped onto her back and glared up at a furious James.
“You totally ruined it,” she growled in whisper. “I was going to get a shot of what was in the van.”
“You were about to get killed. Did you think Rex came here alone? He’s got twenty brothers patrolling the beach and his contact will have his own men around.”
“I would’ve been fine. I was concealed. This is one of the occasions where you’ve gone too far with the whole protectiveness thing.”
His eyes narrowed. “This is one of the occasions where I remove you from a dangerous situation.” He reached for her hand and pulled her up. “I would advise against kicking and screaming unless you want to attract attention.”