She leaned back against the seat, stunned, and a little numb. She hadn’t known Gibson well but they’d traveled together before for work. He’d been on Neal’s security detail many times and whenever she’d traveled with him or Hugh she’d chatted with the guy. He’d seemed normal enough. She should feel relieved that one of her problems was gone but she felt…ugh. She just felt depressed.
Sighing, she leaned her head on Roman’s shoulder. “As soon as we hear from the Russian enforcer,” which felt weird saying out loud, “and I take care of everything, then what?”
“Then we call the cops on Lynch,” Roman said.
“What if—”
Escobar shook his head, cutting her off as if he knew what she was going to ask. “The guys you saw back at the parking lot, they’re going to be watching the marina too. Just because the Russians are watching doesn’t mean we can’t too. Once we get a bead on Neal, that fucker isn’t going anywhere.”
“You don’t think we should just call the police on him?” She didn’t, but she really needed to hear them say it too. If they called the cops and Neal was arrested and the Russian mob didn’t get their money—yeah, she wasn’t taking a chance they took it out on her for losing their money.
Roman and Escobar both snorted at the same time, the unified reaction making her smile even in the middle of the most craptastic situation she could have imagined.
Chapter 14
Roman knocked on the door of the bathroom Taylor was in. The luxury condo Wyatt had put them in was huge, with four rooms and the place spanning the entire floor. More importantly, it was secure. Apparently Wyatt owned it so he was putting it to good use.
“Come in,” Taylor called out. She looked up when he stepped inside and caught his gaze in the mirror. She’d pulled her shirt up and was attempting to put on another bandage by herself. He hated that she’d been hurt but she never mentioned it or acted injured so he’d almost forgotten about it. For a civilian, she’d been handling things so damn well it impressed him.
“I’ll do that.” Shutting the door behind him, he crossed the distance to her.
She turned to face him, her lips pulling up at the corners. “I can do it.”
“I know, but it gives me an excuse to touch you,” he murmured.
She made a pleased sound, but didn’t respond as he started cleaning the small wound. He still couldn’t believe how lucky she’d gotten. That being a relative term considering she’d been shot in the first place. At that thought he had more fantasies of strangling Neal Lynch.
“Can you lift your shirt higher?” he asked as he grabbed one of the white gauzy pads from the first aid kit. It had pretty much scabbed over but it was better to keep it covered while it was healing.
Wordlessly she pulled her shirt up and over her head. His fingers froze on the pad for a moment as his eyes fell to her bra and the gorgeous breasts it encased. The scraps of lace didn’t do much to hide anything. Last night he’d seen every inch of her, had finally been able to savor sucking on those light brown nipples and full breasts while listening to her moan. He wasn’t going to bother asking her what she was doing because it was pretty damn obvious.
And he was done with showing restraint. He shifted uncomfortably, his erection pushing insistently against his pants. “Escobar went to grab food and Garza is standing guard outside the condo. We’ve got about an hour until Wyatt’s team gets here,” he said, his voice surprisingly even for the lust surging through him. Moving quickly he secured the pad with the white adhesive roll from the kit.
Her responding grin was like a punch to his solar plexus. “What can we do in an hour?” Her voice was barely above a whisper.
The rational part of his brain told him to move slowly, to give her foreplay but after last night, after having a taste of her, of hearing how she sounded when she climaxed… Foreplay could come later. He needed to be inside her, feel her close around him. Reaching for the button of her dark jeans, he said, “Tell me if I hurt you.”
She grabbed the hem of his shirt and tore it over his head, her movements almost frantic, mirroring the way he felt. Moments later they were both naked and before he could stop her—not that he wanted to—she was on her knees in front of him, her fingers wrapped around his erection.
The smile on her face as she looked at his cock and licked her lips was one of the hottest things he’d ever seen. When she leaned forward and wrapped that sexy mouth around his hard length, he groaned, letting his head fall back. But just for a second because he wanted to watch. He grasped the edge of the counter, his knuckles turning white.