All the Wright Moves Page 12

  McKeon remained silent until he pressed the button in the elevator. When he faced her, his normally cold eyes were filled with concern. He lifted his chin in direction of her face.

  “You wanna get that cleaned up?”

  “Later.”

  The doors slid open and she stepped off onto the sixth floor. The area had a life of its own. Its own heartbeat. After a brief cursory glance around, she strode off beside McKeon, headed to a confrontation she itched for.

  DEA Special Agent Taber Kysenzki leaned against a desk and watched her walk up the stairs leading to the half floor on this level and march head high into his director’s office. The other man was with her but Taber only had eyes for her. She. Her. His mystery woman. Maybe she was an informant. However, the way she carried herself made him doubt that.

  A beautiful woman reminding him of mind-blowing sex combined with a hint of violence. His ideal woman. The sun had shone on skin which brought to mind whipped milk chocolate. He longed to put his tongue on it and discover the taste, feel the texture. Her hair was black, shiny, and in a short bob around her thin face.

  His cock stirred as he watched her walked. Smooth, effortless movement. He was a man who knew what he wanted. And he wanted her. He knew it was based on visual and physical, but hey, no one would get close to his heart again.

  Laughter dragged his attention from the firm jean-encased bubble butt that vanished from view. He saw some guys looking in the direction she’d gone.

  “What’s so funny?” he bit off, frowning over the wave of possessiveness which hit him.

  “Nothing,” Special Agent Lou Howard said. “Just wondering how the meeting is going to go.”

  “Meaning?” he asked, not understanding.

  “Meaning we intruded on an ATF undercover operation. That sweet filly you had so close to you is none other than SA Serefina LeBenoit.”

  He froze. That was a familiar name. ATF’s version of him. Hard-headed, determined, not uncommon to skirt the line of the law to obtain the wanted objective. Before he realised it, he headed towards the stairs and his boss, Tobias Feeney’s, office. He slowed before he actually got there for the loud voices were obvious. After pausing a brief moment at the door, he strolled through and headed for a chair in the outer office. Cricket, Tobias’ assistant was gone. No doubt hiding from the fireworks. Butt in the plush red chair, he hooked his ankles out before him.

  “I don’t give a damn. That was our sting. DEA is not the ATF.”

  “Watch your tone, LeBenoit.”

  “Why should I? You’re not my boss and your damn arrogance and refusal to tell the ATF about a gun deal could have resulted in my men being injured. In case you’ve forgotten, ATF trumps DEA.”

  The venom and disgust rolled off each word. Taber smiled and scratched his chin. She had grit. Not many had what it took to confront Tobias.

  The door jerked open and there she was. Framed by the doorway. Her dark brown eyes shot flames, full—definitely kissable—lips were drawn tight with anger. Blue jeans and a tank top allowed him to ogle her figure. Not that he hadn’t already done so but he had no qualms about doing it again. She locked onto him, her big eyes narrowed.

  On the air came his boss’s deep voice. “Get back in here.”

  “Screw you. And next time, Director, I’ll let the guy shoot your agent, instead of saving his life, and potentially ruining my long hours of undercover work.”

  She stared at Taber long enough to scan his body and dismiss him without hesitation. Slammed his ego into the ground and stomped on it. Then she left the office. He went after her, ignoring his hollered name.

  “Hang on a sec,” he said.

  Her motion evaporated so suddenly he almost ran into her at the bottom of the stairs. She turned and glared at him through the silky strands of hair over her eyes. One slightly arched eyebrow rose.

  “We weren’t introduced.”

  Another dismissive glance. “Nope.”

  “Taber Kysenzki.”

  It was obvious she wasn’t impressed, for she turned and walked away.

  “Don’t feel bad, Taber. She’s rumoured to be a ball buster,” Howard informed him.

  Before wisdom could talk him out of it, he headed for the women’s restroom and let himself in. Serefina stood at the sink, cleaning her shoulder.

  Without stopping in her ministrations, she said, “‘N here I thought you were a man.”

  The soft drawl stroked him like her own fingers had touched him. A quick glance told him they were alone and he moved to her side. Licking his lips, he took the damp and dirty wad of paper towels from her, threw it down, and got new ones before clasping her arm and picked up where she left off. A soft gentle citrus scent wafted from her.

  Her arm was muscular and firm; her skin, however, was soft and supple. A rumble of possessiveness rose within him. His. That was the only word he could think of.

  “So you noticed, did you?” He was inordinately pleased she had.

  Her head snapped towards him and he flashed a grin. The flare of heat in her eyes gave away the fact she wasn’t immune to him. Before she could look away, he captured her chin in two fingers and sat on the black marbled sink. With careful strokes, he cleaned the dirt and tiny gravel from where it marred her skin. The thought of fight or flight was blatant on her face. So was her stubbornness and he knew she refused to let him rattle her.

  “Why didn’t you identify yourself?” he asked, rinsing out the paper towel and squeezing out the excess.

  “Why would I? I was undercover. I don’t have my badge, and if there were any left from the crew we were selling to, then I just lost my undercover work.”

  It made sense.

  “And we messed it up.” He stretched for her face again.

  “Sure did,” she agreed before stepping away from him and going to the door.

  He followed, the paper towel left on the sink, and reached over her head to press his palm against the cool, smooth wood of the door. Holding it shut. She turned slowly and he barely caught the nervousness she had for him boxing her in.

  When she faced him, he couldn’t help but notice how well they fit together. He knew his hunger for her was recognisable on his face but she didn’t back down. Her heavily lashed gaze reflected a similar look. He gave into the urge and touched her hair with the hand which had held the door shut, twirled it around his index finger. Softer than silk.

  “Serefina. SA Serefina LeBenoit.” She watched him in silence, eyes wary and slightly calculating. “Thanks for saving my life, angel.”

  “Don’t make me regret it.”

  “No need for regrets, angel. Not a ‘tall.”

  “That remains to be seen.”

  He stirred closer. “Name the time and place.”

  Her lips twitched. “Pretty assumptive.”

  “You want flowery words? Figured you to be straight to the point.”

  A small grin crossed her face. “I am. Which is why I’ll tell you this so you don’t waste either of our time. I don’t do your kind.”

  Anger surged. “My kind? What do you mean?” He stepped closer, thoroughly enjoying the flaring of nostrils on her cute little nose and the way her pupils dilated. “You can try but you can’t hide your attraction.”

  “Desire doesn’t rule my life. I can find someone to sate an itch.” Another negligent shrug. “It’s not that difficult to do.”

  If she sought to increase his rage, it was a success. He narrowed his eyes. “So ‘my kind’?” he prompted, pressing against her lower body, his erection settled at the apex of her thighs. Where he wanted to be in a much more intimate way. Lust hit him so hard his vision flickered. “Male, desiring you as much as you’re desiring them, what?”

  Serefina rubbed against him, sending another electrical pulse through him. “Not used to women telling you no, are you?” Her smile was almost apologetic. Almost. “I’m sure you’re not, so go find someone else. I don’t sleep with DEA.”

  Her hips bucked once and her
tongue sneaked out to moisten her lips. Then she ducked under his arm and slipped beyond the door. He was left alone with a raging hard-on in the women’s restroom. With a frustrated groan—one of sexual craving and something else—he dropped his head to the wood.

  She didn’t sleep with DEA. Like hell. He yanked the door open and strode out, ignoring the knowing, shocked and amazed looks of those near. He had a reputation with women and everyone knew it. For a woman to walk away like Serefina had didn’t happen often at all. His gaze landed on her, on Serefina. She waited by the elevators, seemingly unaware of those around her. And yet he wondered.

  He moved towards her and entered the elevator with her. They were the only ones and he couldn’t be happier about it. Serefina stood there, hands in her pockets, relaxed and stared straight ahead.

  The door shut and for two seconds neither moved. With a snarl, he slammed his hand over the STOP button before crowding her into the corner, palms rested on either side of her head. Her brown eyes, so tempting to dive in to, gazed right back at him without fear.

  Then he kissed her. Enveloped her mouth with his own. Her taste exploded over his taste buds, infusing its uniqueness into him. Imprinting onto his mind and soul was the taste of grapefruit. A luscious, picked at the peak of perfection grapefruit. Sprinkled with just a hint of pure cane sugar. And in that instant, Taber found himself totally and utterly addicted.

  Not to mention fucked.

  Her response was volcanic. She arched into him, sucking and slipping her tongue along his. Strong fingers sank into his hair and ripped the tie holding it back out. A growl rumbled up from his chest. His cock throbbed in his jeans, making them feel a few sizes too small.

  As fast as it began, she ripped their mouths apart and had distanced them by ducking under his arm and going to the other side. The elevator had begun moving before he got turned around. Serefina watched him, her lips swollen from the force of his kiss, and her eyes burned with passion.

  Swallowing hard, he opened his mouth simultaneously with the elevator doors. Her gaze singed him from head to foot before she walked off. He was left alone with a hard-on again, and this time, he was pretty certain he could drive railroad spikes with it. Within him grew this deep urge to run after her. He remained without moving until she disappeared. Then he stepped fully back and allowed the doors to meet. He pushed the button for his floor and sank back against the cool steel hoping his erection would fade.

  “One day, angel. One day, we’ll meet again. And I won’t stop at a mere kiss.”

  He couldn’t get her out of his mind.

  Serefina LeBenoit.

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