He didn’t turn on a light but kissed her in the dark. She leaned into him and gave him her lips and tongue.
“I think I’d like to see the master suite,” she breathed in his ear.
“Right this way,” he replied, steering her into the elevator. He continued kissing her on the way up. They reached the third floor and left the elevator.
“It’s very nice,” she said, looking around. “Where is the bathroom?”
He pointed to the door, then undressed, turned off the bedside light and got into bed. The moonlight flooded the room, as it had the garden the night before, and when she came out of the bathroom, naked, her body in that light might have been marble. She slid into bed beside him and snuggled close.
“Let’s not rush,” she said. “We have time.”
“We certainly do,” he replied, kissing her ear.
They kissed for the longest time he could remember since high school, until he pulled her leg over his and felt the wet on his thigh. He worked his way down her body, kissing and biting her nipples and feeling a satisfying response to each nip. He spent some time on her belly and navel, then she pushed his head farther down.
He used his lips and tongue for a very long time, until he brought her fully to climax. He waited until her last shudder, then asked, “Again?”
“Again,” she said, “but this time I want you inside me.”
He rolled on top of her and waited while she took him in her hand and guided him inside, then he moved slowly, while she became fully aroused again. He took her all the way before allowing himself to follow her, then let their passion cool before he moved beside her and took her in his arms. “More, later,” he whispered.
“Mmmmmm,” she said, burying her face in the hollow of his neck. In a moment she was breathing deeply.
Stone didn’t know how long he had been asleep when he was awakened by the sound of breaking glass and a soft pop. He laid Tatiana gently onto her pillow, got out of bed and listened. A flicker caught his eye, and he looked out the window into the garden. Inside Tatiana’s kitchen window he saw a flame.
Stone picked up the phone and dialed 911. “There’s a fire at the rear of a house in Turtle Bay,” he said, then he gave the address and hung up. He woke Tatiana gently. “I’m afraid there’s trouble,” he said.
She opened her eyes. “How could there be trouble?” she asked, raising herself on one elbow.
“Look,” he said, pointing out the window. They could hear the fire truck’s siren approaching.
They stood in front of her house, watching the firemen carry out the hose. When the men were out, a captain approached them.
“You were lucky,” he said. “Come with me.” He led them through the living and dining rooms into the kitchen, which was a mess. The captain pointed to a blackened spot on the floor. “Someone dropped a bottle of an accelerant, probably gasoline, and tossed a match into it. Fortunately, it was in an open area, and there wasn’t much to consume. It was a small bottle, too, probably no bigger than a Coke bottle. You’ll have a lot of cleaning to do, from the smoke, but there’s remarkably little actual fire damage.”
“I heard the bottle pop,” Stone said, “and I could see the flames from the rear window of my house, across the way.”
“A quick nine-one-one call always helps,” the captain said. “If there’s nothing else we can do for you, I’ll say good night.” He gave Tatiana a little salute and left.
“It was Henry,” Tatiana said.
“It’s always the husband,” Stone replied. He glanced at his watch. “You’re sleeping at my house tonight.”
“I certainly am,” she said.
The following morning, after breakfast, when Tatiana had gone home, Stone called Bob Cantor.
“Yeah?”
“I’ve got some work for you,” he said.
“Always good news.”
“The name is Henry Kennerly, real estate guy. It’s a bad divorce.”
“And you’re a friend of the wife,” Cantor said.
“Right. He set a fire in her house last night. Luckily, there wasn’t much damage. I want phone, bank and credit card records. He has an expensive girlfriend, and I want to know how much she’s costing him.” He gave Cantor the address. “And I want you to replace all the locks with better locks.”