“Yes. I have my lawyers and their investigators on it now. We can’t trust the police to follow through on this. I frankly don’t trust anyone right now.”
Lia and I glance at him with raised eyebrows.
“Except for you two, of course,” he pleads with an adorable boyish grin.
“Kalin, what are you going to do when these guys come back for seconds? They want you dead. The police aren’t doing shit, and that bullshit story in the paper isn’t doing you any favors. You and Belle are the only ones who know the truth. What if you have another ‘accident’?” She says the word in a mock tone with her fingers curled in quote signs.
I bite my lip and glance at Kalin.
“I guess we have to find them before they come back,” he replies.
I continued to take care of Kalin, and help him follow up with his lawyer and the police. After three weeks, the damage to his lung is close to healed, his chest tube is removed, and his breathing returns to normal. His ribs and heart are still healing under close observation of the medical staff under Dr. Brandt’s guidance. I bring him lunches and dinners just about every day. In the meantime, he covertly hatches out his plan to find out who the insiders are that are trying to destroy him. The hardest part of the last three weeks is days like today.
His hungry eyes remain on me as I set the lunch on the table. “I like the way your ponytail flows down your back. You always look so beautiful. And the way you smell.” Kalin breathes me in with a husky groan. “You smell like wildflowers and cotton candy. I bet you taste even better. Do you have any idea how tough it’s been to be this close to you?” His hand moves over my lower back and to the curves of my hips. His hands slide down my hips, and he pulls me close and turns me toward him, resting his head on my stomach. “The worst part of this whole thing is not being able to touch you. God, I miss you. Do you remember when we made love on the beach?”
I thread my fingers through his hair. “Of course.”
“Why don’t we make love now?”
I chuckle at his shameless affection. “Are you crazy? We’re going to have plenty of time to have fun, Kalin. You have to focus on getting better.”
His grasp is stronger and the fiery light is back in his eyes. “You realize that sex boosts the immune response?”
I shake my head and a coy smile pulls at my lips. “Not during a lung and heart injury, Kalin.”
“I can’t stand being this close to you without having you, Annabelle.” He moves his hands up my body and kisses my side.
I exhale a laugh. His persistence is making it hard for me to stay serious, but there’s no way I’m giving in. His hand roams up my side and I give him a playful slap. “You can wait a couple of weeks, Kalin. Don’t do your enemies any favors.”
“The doctor said I can return to normal activity within four weeks. It’s been three weeks,” he growls. “Besides, if I die, this is the way I want to go. I want to be engulfed in your sweet scent, filled up with visions of your beauty.”
A naughty grin spreads across my face. I reach under the sheet covering his lower body and touch his aching shaft to find that he is rock hard for me. “You poor baby. You are suffering.”
“I told you, being this close to you is driving me crazy. I’m not kidding Annabelle.”
“You mean every time I come in here, you’re like this?” I put my hand to my mouth to stifle a giggle.
“Yes, and it gets worse and worse with each passing day. Don’t laugh, Annabelle. I am burning up over here.”
“I’m sorry. I just can’t believe you’re like this all day for me.” I wipe a tear of amusement from my eye.
Kalin leans back and shakes his head. His eyes roam over me with lust and longing.
“Come here.” He wraps his long arms around me and pulls me to him.
Lifting my shirt, he presses his mouth to my stomach with a deep groan that vibrates through me. I lean my head back, and Kalin strokes my stomach with his wet tongue. He swirls his tongue in my navel, which sends a direct line of heat between my thighs. “So sweet. So beautiful. God, how I missed you, baby.” His hands glide up my torso to find my throbbing breasts. He pushes my bra up and circles my nipples with his fingers. “So sweet and ready.” He entraps my nipples between his fingers and moves his hands down to stroke my mounds with my bra pushed off of me. Working his way down my body, his hands glide over the curves of my sides, down to my waist, kissing my skin and resting his thumbs through the belt loops on each side of my jeans.
Sliding my jeans down to expose my cotton lace bikini panties, he presses his face into me with a playful groan. His eyes shine with raw, primal passion. He exhales another deep, hot breath over my skin that is all too familiar, sending a tremor of desire over me. Pulling my panties down as if revealing a hidden, lost gem, he moans with relief and admiration. Kalin is worshipping me at this point, burying his face in me and inhaling my scent with deep, gratifying sighs, and the feeling is thrilling.