Full Exposure

  She tried to turn her head, tried to lie. But something in his eyes stopped her. She shrugged, cleared her throat. “I let him in, called for Sandra. Then I turned to close the door and he stabbed me—in the back. I started to scream, to warn her before she came downstairs, but he punched me, hard. I don’t remember what happened next, but I came to in the coat closet. He’d locked me in, shoved something up against the door so I couldn’t get out. It was dark, pitch-black. I couldn’t see anything, but I could smell the blood underneath me, around me. I could feel the cold slowly seeping through me.

  “And I could hear. I could hear everything he said, everything he did to Sandra. I heard her scream as he raped her, heard him curse as she kicked and scratched. I even heard the knife go in again and again.” He wiped away the tears slowly slipping down her cheeks, but she was too caught up in the past to notice.

  “Everyone thinks that guns are the noisy way to kill, that if you stab someone it’s silent. It’s not—at least it wasn’t with Sandra. It makes noise, a lot of noise, when something cuts through flesh to the organs beneath. When the knife hits bone and is deflected. When the person being stabbed screams her killer’s name, begging him to stop.”

  She was miles away, years away. Kevin wanted to grab her, shake her, bring her back to him, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t do anything, so he sat. And he listened, bile churning sickly in his gut.

  “I screamed too, over and over again. I kicked the door, pounded, desperate to reach Sandra. And then it was over. I felt her die. I actually felt it—a blankness in my soul where she had been. An absence. We were twins, we shared everything. Half the time I could read her mind and I know there were times when she read mine. Then suddenly that connection vanished. I was alone.”

  His stomach twisted as he watched Serena relive the pain. He’d wanted to take it away from her, but instead, with a few careless words, he’d managed to hurt her all over again.

  Disgust swamped him, and he sprang to his feet. Started to pace.. He’d built a sculpture for LaFleur, had taken his money. Hell, he’d even eaten at the man’s house, never knowing the kind of monster he’d been associating with.

  “I couldn’t stop screaming. The other day you said you liked my voice, that it was sexy.” She shrugged, avoided his eyes. “While he was killing Sandra, I screamed so much that it broke. Changed pitch, went lower.”

  She pulled the blanket more tightly around herself, took a couple of deep breaths before continuing. “Anyway, once Sandra was dead, Damien remembered me. He came back to the closet, started stabbing me. If my brother hadn’t come home when he had …” Her voice trailed off.

  Chapter Five

  If her brother hadn’t come home. Rage, hot and unadulterated, exploded through him, turned his spine rigid and his stomach to molten steel as the words reverberated in his head, thundering through him with every shallow breath he took. Fists clenched tightly, he closed his eyes as everything that could have happened flashed through his brain at hundreds of miles per second.

  Fighting for control, it was his turn to breathe deeply, his turn to desperately fight the reactionary shaking slowly ripping him apart. Serena watched, eyes wide, as he struggled for and gained control slowly.

  “How bad?” he ground out, his voice low and dangerous.

  “I already told you—”

  Kevin shook his head, eyes blazing. “I mean, how badly were you injured?”

  She shrugged again, a gesture that was rapidly becoming a habit. “It was no big deal. A few cuts—”

  “Bullshit!” He crossed to her, fury crackling with every move he made. “Don’t lie to me! How badly were you hurt?” The words were said in a furious undertone and evenly spaced for emphasis.

  He grabbed her arms before he could stop himself, pulled her up on her tiptoes so that she was a little closer to his eye-level. Despite the soul-deep weariness that had plagued her from the moment she’d heard the parole board’s decision, Serena could feel her body responding to Kevin’s nearness. Her breath quickened and a startling heat sparked deep inside of her.

  “Serena!” Kevin shook her gently to get her attention.

  “Oh for God’s sake!” she exclaimed. “If you have to know, I was in the hospital for almost two weeks. But my recovery was so slow because I couldn’t handle Sandra’s death. It pushed me right to an edge I don’t ever want to get close to again.”

  He nodded and pulled her into his chest. She didn’t know if the embrace was meant to comfort him or her, but she could feel her body relax inch by tightly wound inch as his warmth once again seeped into her.

  Before she realized what she was doing, Serena had wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed herself, full-body, against him. She rested her cheek on his chest, inhaled the musky, male scent of him and felt a small bit of peace creep into her heart. Not enough to make her forget the look on Damien LaFleur’s face when his parole was announced. Not enough to make her forget her sister’s mutilated body. But enough to make the next hour seem worth living. Just enough to make her believe that tomorrow would be a little better than today.

  Refusing to give herself time to think, Serena pressed an open-mouthed kiss to Kevin’s chest. She reveled in his muscles, in the careless strength that he took for granted. Her hands stroked softly over his heavily muscled back, delighting in the shiver of response she felt move through him.

  She pressed closer, pushing her breasts even more firmly against him. He drew in an audible breath and she grinned for the first time in a long time. Maybe this wasn’t the wisest move on her part, or even the best-timed one, but she wanted Kevin. She wanted to lose herself in his arms for a few blissful hours, wanted to forget the pain that waited for her with nearly every breath she took.

  Her mouth skimmed, again, across his chest. She longed to touch his naked skin, to sink her teeth into the resilient flesh that beckoned to her with each rise and fall of his chest. The steady rhythm of his heart increased, and she placed a hand over it, relishing the power and life that flowed through him with every heartbeat. Her thumb lightly skimmed his nipple and this time she felt as well as heard his indrawn breath.

  Kevin pulled away from her, his beautiful blue eyes wary. She could still see traces of rage in them and his response warmed her. He cared. He really cared about what had happened to Sandra, about what had nearly happened to her. That, more than anything else, made what was about to happen seem right.

  Even though she told herself it was simply recreational sex, something to take her mind off the trials of the day, she knew better. Sex with Kevin would be a lot of things—hot, mind-blowing, explosive. But it would never be something as bland as recreational, as mild as simple feel-good sex often was. Sex with Kevin would be intense, messy, and everything she’d always dreamed making love could be. Not to mention everything that had ever frightened her about the act as well.

  “What are you doing?” His voice was rusty when he spoke, dark and sensual despite his desire to keep things on an even keel.

  “I thought that would be obvious.” Her voice held a teasing note that Serena almost didn’t recognize. She trailed her fingers lightly down his arms to his hands. Grasping his left hand, she brought it to her mouth and bit him in the exact place he had bitten her four days before.

  His eyes darkened and his full, passionate mouth twisted with desire. “Not now, Serena. We can’t do this now.”

  “Why not? I can’t think of a better time.” Her tongue licked one finger and then another, slowly, like she was savoring a particularly wonderful treat.

  “You’re not thinking straight.” His voice was desperate, his eyes nearly black.

  “I am thinking straight. Maybe for the first time in a long time.” She pressed a hot, open-mouthed kiss to his wrist, even as her lower body bumped sensuously against him.

  Kevin picked her up, set her a few feet away from him, backed up even more. She was killing him, with her cat-and-the-cream grin and her mind-blowingly hot body. He could still f
eel every inch of her pressed against him, though almost half the room now separated them. “I don’t take advantage of women in pain,” he said aloud, though he didn’t know if he was talking to her or himself.

  Her eyes narrowed and her mouth twisted into something that looked remarkably like a pout. “I’m not asking you to take advantage of me. Just to take me.”

  His breath left him in a whoosh of desire and his cock hardened painfully. So much blood had left his head he was shocked that he could remain upright. But thinking was becoming a struggle and he was determined to bring her to her senses. Before it was too late. Before he did something stupid like take her in his arms and devour every sweet, tempting inch of her.

  “Serena.” He pitched his voice low, trying to be reasonable. Someone had to be the voice of reason here.

  She walked toward him slowly, stalking him with every sensuous movement of her body. “Yes.”

  “Four days ago we stood here and you told me that you didn’t want to make love with me, that you wouldn’t make love with me.” He was desperate, a drowning man searching for a life preserver in a tsunami.

  “I was stupid.” Her brown eyes blazed. Her tongue darted out to caress her plump, pink lips. She continued to glide slowly, steadily toward him.

  “No! You were right.” Was he actually backing up, running from a woman half his size? He felt the wall at his back. Nowhere left to go.

  She shook her head. “I was very, very wrong.” She was next to him now, her eyes holding his enthralled.

  “Serena, you can’t decide something like this now. It’s been a traumatic day. You aren’t thinking straight. Get some sleep and then we’ll talk.” No, no! His hungry body screamed at him, called him every name in the book. Take what she’s offering!

  But he couldn’t. She was hurt, in pain. And he wanted more from her than one night between the sheets. Though it’d be a hell of a night.

  His cock strained with every breath he took, desperate to be inside her. But he was a man, not an animal, and he was determined to think this through rather than acting on pure instinct. He studied her, this gorgeous femme fatale who was seducing him with just her voice, just the look in her eyes. And if he hadn’t been watching her as closely as he was, he would have missed the flash of uncertainty in her eyes, the momentary shyness that she tried to hide.

  “Don’t you want me?” For a moment, she sounded forlorn, lost.

  Kevin’s breath came out in a rush of air and he reached for her before he could stop himself. “Of course I want you. More than I want to take my next breath.”

  “Then why—?”

  “I want you to be sure. You can’t be sure right now.”

  “I am sure. Kevin, chase away the ghosts. Make me remember why life is worth living.”

  A better man would have walked away, would have settled her in her room with a cup of tea and a good book. But Kevin had never claimed to be a particularly good man, nor a particularly wise one. And as Serena stared up at him, her gorgeous brown eyes shining, her cheeks flushed a rosy pink, her mouth a moue of discontent and need, he felt his resolve slip. He was going to make love to her. He couldn’t stop himself, though he knew it was a mistake.

  He dreaded seeing her eyes in the morning, when she was once again herself. But as she reached out a hand to touch him, as her fingers blazed a path of fire down his chest and over his stomach, Kevin told himself that tomorrow was hours away.

  He grabbed her hand, lifted it to his heart as he looked deep in her eyes. “Are you sure?”

  “Very sure.” Her smile was sassy, victorious.

  Without another word he reached down, swept her up into his arms and carried her down the hall to his bedroom.

  * * *

  Serena knew she was taking a risk, knew that this could be one of the worst mistakes of her life. But she couldn’t bring herself to care. She wanted Kevin, craved him with every breath she took, every unsteady beat of her heart. If it was a mistake, it was her mistake and she would live with it. It would be just one more in a long line of mistakes that continued to haunt her.

  But as he lowered her feet gently to the floor, his blue eyes burned with every wicked, wonderful thing he wanted to do to her and she couldn’t believe that making love with Kevin was wrong. It might be unwise, was certainly premature, but it wasn’t a mistake. From the moment she’d first laid eyes on him, she’d known that they would end up here. Whether she had wanted to acknowledge it or not.

  “Last chance?” he murmured softly, stroking her hair from her forehead in a gesture she had come to love.

  “Damned straight,” she answered, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling his gorgeous mouth down to meet her own.

  The moment Kevin’s warm lips touched hers, Serena’s tenuous grip on control vanished. Her hands tangled in the cool silk of his hair, holding his head to her even as his tongue gently parted her lips. But she didn’t want gentleness now, didn’t want him to hold back anything out of concern for her. She wanted Kevin, with his black moods and steamy passion, and she would have him. Tonight. Now. This instant.

  Her tongue met his, tangled, explored his mouth as he had explored hers. She sucked his lower lip between her own, nipped softly and laughed at his groan of arousal. Her hands slipped between them, teased his nipples for a moment before she pushed him, hard.

  He landed on the bed and she followed him, straddling his thighs as her mouth skimmed hotly over his lips, across his cheek, up to his ear. “I want you.” She whispered softly, urgently. “I need you. Now.”

  Her fingers pushed at his shirt, lifting it out of the way so she could caress, lick, bite her way across his heavily muscled chest. Her tongue darted out, licked his nipple, darted back in. Again and again, even as her fingers fumbled desperately with his belt buckle.

  “Bebe, slow down.” He reached between them, took hold of her hands and lifted first one, then the other, to his lips. “We’ve got all night.”

  “I don’t want to wait that long.” Her voice was low, teasing, but with an underlying urgency that was hard to ignore.

  Kevin felt his cock grow harder—who knew that was possible—as lust, hot and demanding, roared through him. He pulled her face to his, ravaging her lips with his as he explored every centimeter of that sexy, sultry mouth. He reached for her breasts, frustrated to find them still covered in the light cotton of her shirt. He wanted to touch her, to feel every inch of her lush body pressed against his. He had to feel her. He grabbed both sides of Serena’s shirt, his body raging, desperate for relief. With one strong downward motion of his hands, he ripped the material apart. Buttons flew, but neither paid any attention as his lips fastened over her nipple and he pushed the tattered shirt down her arms.

  The scars on her chest and abdomen stood out in stark relief against her bronze skin and he paused, once again fighting the murderous rage that threatened to overwhelm him. That son of a bitch had stabbed her. Had tried to kill her. And now he was going to be free. It was too much—

  “Kevin, Kevin.” Serena drew him back to the moment with her breathless pleas. She was out of control, her hands yanking his jeans halfway down his legs, her breathing ragged as she finally succeeded in freeing his cock to her questing fingers.

  He deliberately put LaFleur out of his mind, refusing to let his memories of this night be ruined by that fils de putin. He would deal with LaFleur later. Much later, he acknowledged as Serena moved against him, her long legs jockeying with his for position.

  He wanted to slow down, to savor every inch of her, but Serena’s passion was out of control and infectious. Suddenly, he was desperate to feel her—to taste her with nothing between them. He worked feverishly on her bra, even as he sucked her nipple through the fragile lace.

  When finally, finally, the clasp gave way beneath his questing fingers, Serena sobbed in relief. She clasped Kevin’s head to her breast, her body arching up. She had to touch him, to feel every inch of him pressed against her. Pressed inside her.
r />   Kevin lifted his head and she nearly whimpered in disappointment. Don’t stop, she wanted to shout. Don’t give me time to think. She reached a hand between their bodies, circled his cock and slowly, slowly began to stroke. He was as hard as the metal he sculpted, and as immense. As her hand stroked up and down, finding his tip and teasing the small drop of fluid she found there, she had a moment’s concern about whether or not they would fit.

  She wasn’t a small woman, but he was huge. She should have guessed. Tall, large hands and feet. Only an idiot would have been caught by surprise. But she wanted him, was desperate for him if the truth were told, and his pulsing erection aroused her unbearably.

  Again she stroked her thumb over his head, again it came away just a little wet. Staring into his bottomless sapphire eyes, she brought her thumb to her lips and slowly licked. “Mmmm,” she purred as she tasted the incredible earthiness that was Kevin.

  Eyes blazing, heart pounding, Kevin kissed his way down her body, praying that he wouldn’t embarrass himself. He hadn’t been this unsure of his own control since high school, and he wanted—needed—this to be as good for Serena as it was for him. Better.

  She might be cool and collected most of the time, but in bed she was hotter, wilder than he could ever have imagined. He licked his way, slowly, down her rib cage to her belly button. His tongue darted out, teased the slight indentation of her navel—played with the small gold hoop there—before continuing down her abdomen to her dark blond pubic hair.

  She moaned, fisting her hands in his hair. “Now,” she breathed, her entire body taught with desire. “Kevin, it’s got to be now.”

  “Soon, cher,” he murmured, as he slowly—oh so slowly—slipped a finger inside of her. She was incredibly hot, deliciously wet, and his entire body clenched with need. But two could play her game.

  He slowly pulled his finger out and she whimpered, hips lifting, before she could control herself. “Kevin,” she gasped. “Please.”