The thrill, the dark and dangerous edge of it, sliced through him. Her face was alive, so alive with purpose and pleasure. And she rode him as if their lives depended on it.
The air thickened, his vision dimmed. She was a blur of white and gold.
“You go over.” Her voice was raw. “You let go.”
His body plunged to hers. He thought it was like being swallowed alive. He heard her cry out as she dived after him.
He drew her down, drew her in while they drifted back.
“Sex is funny,” she murmured.
“I’m still laughing.”
She snorted and turned her face into the side of his neck for a moment. “Yeah, that was a really good joke, but I meant sometimes it knocks you flat so you feel like you could sleep for a month. Other times it pumps you up so you feel like you could run a marathon. I wonder why that is?”
“I couldn’t say, but I have a feeling this one falls into the latter category.”
“Yeah, I’m stoked.” She shifted, planted a quick, hard kiss on his mouth. “Thanks.”
“Oh, whatever I can do to help.”
“Well, you can get your great-looking ass up so I can see the rest of the data.” She sucked in a cheerful breath, then rolled away. “I want coffee.”
“It’s going to be a long night. Why don’t we get some of that cake to go with it?”
She grabbed her shirt. “Good thinking.”
Between the sex and caffeine, her energy level stayed high until after three A.M. She had six more names on her list, and had no doubt there were more. The game plan was already formed in her head.
She’d start in the morning with the Dukes.
When she reached for yet another cup of coffee, Roarke simply pushed it out of her reach. “You’re cut off, Lieutenant, and going off duty.”
“I’ve got another hour in me.”
“You don’t, no. You’ve gone pale, which is a sure sign you’ve hit the wall. You need some sleep or you won’t be sharp tomorrow. You’ll have to be if you’re going to do what I assume you’re going to do and push for interviews with these families. Will you take Peabody?”
He asked more to distract her than a need to know. He shut down the equipment, slid an arm around her waist.
“I’ve been going back and forth on that. If I take her, I’m putting her in the squeeze. If I don’t, she’ll be pissed and sulk. She’s really annoying when she’s sulking.”
He had her in the elevator before she realized it. Which proved, she supposed, that she’d lost her edge for the night.
“I guess I’ll leave it up to her. Or maybe I’ll . . .”
“Decide in the morning,” he finished, and steered her off to bed.
Chapter 14
McNab wasn’t having much luck shutting down for the night. He felt restless and useless lying in bed. In the dark. More aware of the numb parts of him than the rest. Counting off his own heartbeats. Like they were ticks of a clock, he thought, tick-tocking off the rest of his life as half-there, half-gone.
It was easier during the day when the job kept his mind busy, pushed him to think of something other than himself. And that tick-tock. Until he went to reach for something, or stand up or just scratch his own damn ass.
It flooded back then, boy. Like a goddamn tidal wave.
Tick-tock.
If he closed his eyes he could see it all happening again. The shout, the movement, the blur of Halloway’s hand lifting the weapon, drawing a bead. And he could feel it again, that icy hot blast kicking him up and back and down. That one instant, just the one, of feeling nothing.