Something About You
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“Please, Jack . . .” she finally begged.
He let go of her hands, and when she looked up she saw that he was as close to losing it as she.
“Wrap your legs around my waist,” he rasped.
She did, and he plunged all the way into her.
“Oh God, Cameron, you feel so good,” he groaned.
She slid her hands up his back and tightened her legs around his hips, urging him deeper, needing him to fill her the way only he could. Her breasts crushed against his chest as he pounded into her, harder and faster, then he shifted his hips, hitting the spot that would drive her over. He slid his hands underneath her bottom, holding her against his thrusts.
He stroked her possessively. “I love being inside you, baby . . . For three years I’ve wanted to make you mine. Now I want to feel you come around me.”
That was all it took. Cameron gripped his shoulders and cried out as she reached her peak and exploded, holding on to him as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. Jack pumped long and hard as the throes of her orgasm gripped him tightly, and he followed her over. She opened her eyes just in time to see the moment when he surrendered all control, her name a strained whisper on his lips as he shuddered and moaned and thrust deep one last time before crashing down on her.
They both lay there, trying to catch their breath. With his head buried in the pillow next to her, muffling his voice, Jack spoke first.
“Wow.”
Cameron turned her head, pressing her cheek against his.
“My thoughts exactly.”
FOR ONCE, JACK was glad he had a hard time sleeping for more than a few hours at a time. He woke up, saw that it was still dark, and checked the clock on the nightstand. Not even 4:00 A.M.
Cameron lay on her side, curled against him. Both of them were naked. After their first round, she’d slipped on her underwear and his shirt, a look he’d found extremely sexy, especially when paired with her tousled hair. So sexy, in fact, that—well, he’d warned her what would happen if she wore those kinds of outfits around him . . .
He worried that he’d been rougher the second time around, although he held her mostly responsible for that, too. As if wearing his shirt and black silk panties hadn’t been bad enough, after he’d stripped them off her she’d pushed him onto his back and used her mouth on him in what had to have been the single greatest torture he’d ever been subjected to. She had licked, stroked, and teased until he’d been so completely out of his mind that he’d flipped her over onto her knees and taken her that way, not stopping until she moaned and cried his name and collapsed onto the pillows.
He couldn’t get enough of her.
It scared him a little, because he’d never before felt this way about anyone. Nearly thirty-five years old, he wasn’t exactly innocent—he’d slept with his fair share of women, some he’d even met while working undercover. But all of his relationships had been casual—and he’d made that abundantly clear going into them. In the past, he’d always used his job as an excuse to avoid getting serious with anyone. Now he realized that with the right person, he wouldn’t want an excuse.
Jack leaned in, whispering her name softly. He knew he was a greedy, selfish bastard to wake her up, but he loved the reassurance of their intimacy, what it said about their relationship without either of them actually having to say it. Not to mention, it had been a couple of hours and she was lying next to him naked. He could either sit there in the dark with a hard-on, or he could do something about it.
He said her name again, and she stirred. He rolled them both over and kissed her neck as they lay on their sides. His mouth wandered down the slope of her breasts, and he worked his tongue around one of her nipples.
Cameron woke up with a smile. “Hmm . . .” She ran her hands over him, sighing as she caressed his chest and stomach. Her hands dipped lower and found his achingly hard erection.
Her eyes opened mischievously. “We’re there already?”
“It just seems to keep getting this way around you.”
She slid one knee over his hip. “I like it this way.”
Not needing any further encouragement, Jack reached back and got a condom from the nightstand. After he rolled it on, he grasped her hips and slowly sank into the warm, wet depths of her. He cupped her ass with one hand and rolled his hips back and forth in a smooth, unhurried rhythm.
When he heard her gasp, he paused. “Is it too much?”
She closed her eyes and moved her hips against him, urging him deeper. “It’s perfect. Feel free to wake me every night like this.”
Jack bent his head and kissed her.
He should be so lucky.
Twenty-six
AT BRUNCH THE following morning, Collin took a seat in the chair next to Cameron. Jack had left the table a moment ago to answer his cell phone.
“So,” Collin said, getting comfortable.
Cameron set down her forkful of blueberry pancakes, ready to begin. “So.”
Collin started things off with some not-so-subtle innuendo. “You look tired this morning,” he said with a pointed look in the direction of Jack, who stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows while talking on his phone.
“You look pretty beat yourself,” Cameron replied, nodding toward Richard, who had made his way over to Amy and Aaron’s table to offer his congratulations.
“We were up all night, talking things through. That’s it,” Collin said.
“Oh. Well, I can’t say the same thing.”
“Alrighty then. About time. Let’s hear it.”
Cameron opened her mouth to answer—of course she’d tell Collin about her night with Jack, she told Collin everything—then . . .
Nothing. She hesitated for a moment longer before shutting her mouth with merely a smile.
“That good, huh?” Collin said with a laugh.
Cameron blushed and waved this off. “Tell me how things went with Richard. Did you guys work things out?”
“There’s some fine-tuning that still needs to be done, but I think we’re going to try moving back in together.”
Cameron was happy for him. If working things out with Richard was what Collin wanted, that’s what she wanted, too. “So did you make him do some major groveling?”
“I didn’t have to. He said plenty on his own—all I had to do was listen.”
From their table, she and Collin watched as Richard shook Aaron’s hand and hugged Amy. A few feet away, by the windows, Jack finished his call and made another, keeping one protective eye on Cameron at all times. He winked at her, and she smiled.
“You are so smitten,” Collin said.
Two things happened then, in response to Collin’s comment. First, Cameron realized just how right he was. Second, her thoughts turned strangely serious. Or, in light of current events, perhaps not so strangely.
As long as she was in danger with this investigation, Jack was, too. And everyone else close to her. Collin had already been hurt—what if something had happened at the wedding, to him again, or to Amy? She trusted Jack—and the FBI in general—to keep them all safe, but still. As long as Mandy Robards’s killer was out there, she would always have a sense of dread hanging over her.
It was the FBI’s investigation, and she would do whatever they told her to. But she’d been working an idea in the back of her mind, something that could possibly speed things along. For all their sakes.
Jack finished his call and came back to their table.
“How are the pancakes?” he asked as he took his seat.
“Delicious. How did your call go?”
“The security system at your house is set up and ready to go. Which makes me feel a lot better about being there.” Jack grabbed his fork and stole a bite of pancake from her plate. “You’re right. These are good.”
His comments about the security system got Cameron thinking. “You know, having seen you in action this weekend, I’m surprised you felt comfortable being down the hallway from me that first night. While we’
ve been here, you haven’t let me out of your sight for more than a half hour.” She caught the look on Jack’s face. “What?”
“In the interest of full disclosure . . . I didn’t let you out of my sight that night. I slept on your floor. Actually, more like against your wall.” He mistook her silence. “I didn’t say anything because I was trying not to scare you.”
She shook her head. “No, I get it. I just . . . didn’t realize you had done that for me.”
Jack lowered his voice so Collin couldn’t hear. “Don’t look so serious. Trust me—you more than made up for it last night.”
Cameron put on a smile, not wanting to ruin the mood. “Sorry. I’ll just be glad when this investigation is over.”
“It will be soon. I promise,” Jack said.
She nodded in agreement.
Particularly if she had anything to say about it.
THEY GOT ON the road shortly after the brunch. Cameron wasn’t eager to tempt fate—the entire weekend had been wonderful, and she wanted to keep it that way.
She had a lot of time to think during the drive home. She had some thoughts on a possible next step in the Robards investigation, but she didn’t want to bring it up until they were back at her house. After Jack confirmed that the security system was working, and after they had settled in and unpacked from the wedding, she was hoping the two of them could sit down and talk through her idea. She had a feeling Jack wasn’t going to be particularly receptive, at least not at first.
With the shorter fall days, it was just beginning to turn dark outside when Jack pulled the car into her garage. He told her to wait in the car while he checked to make sure the backyard was safe. Then he came back, grabbed their suitcases, deposited them at the back door, and escorted her to the house.
Coming out of her garage, Cameron noticed the new French doors on her upstairs balcony. “They look just like the old ones,” she observed.
“I had our security team put them in over the weekend. We needed them with the new alarm system.”
Jack unlocked the back door, left her standing outside for a few moments, then gestured for her to enter. To her, everything felt quiet and secure, but she followed him from room to room as he checked the house, waiting for him to confirm this.
“We’re good,” he finally said after finishing up with the third and last floor.
Cameron breathed easier after that, and even more so when Jack brought her over to the security keypad next to the door that led to the rooftop deck.
He pushed a few buttons on the keypad, then showed her how it worked. “We’ve got alarms on all the doors and windows, and glass-break sensors on every floor. You can arm the entire house by pushing this button right here. You should see this red light come on, and then you know you’re good to go. You should always have the system armed. I’ve programmed in a short delay—you’ll only have ten seconds after you enter the house to disarm the system before the alarm goes off. The security team put panels next to all the doors, so that should give you enough time. To disarm the alarm, you just enter the security code.”
“What’s the code?” she asked.
“You pick—any four-character combination that’s easy to remember. Not your birthday or anything obvious like that.”
He watched as she entered the code. “What’s five-two-two-five?”
“It spells ‘Jack’ on the keypad. Should be easy enough to remember.”
They headed back downstairs to the main floor. Jack had left her suitcase in the foyer, and Cameron grabbed it to bring it up to her bedroom to unpack.
Jack’s arms came around her and turned her to face him. “Do you want to talk about whatever has been bothering you all afternoon?” His eyes searched hers carefully. “You were quiet during the car ride.”
Of course he would pick up on that. “There is something I want to talk to you about,” she admitted. “But I thought maybe we could get settled in first.” She saw the stubborn set to his jaw. “I’m guessing you’re not so keen on that plan.”
He took her by the hand and led her through the kitchen and into the great room. “Good guess.” He gestured for her to take a seat on the couch.
“How come every time we have one of these conversations, I feel like I should be in a room with a two-way mirror and a bright light shining in my face?”
“Then I’ll spare you the usual interrogation tactics and get right down to it,” Jack said. “Is it us?”
“Is what us?”
“Whatever’s bothering you—is it about us?”
Cameron looked at him strangely. “Of course not—this was probably the most incredible weekend of my life. Why would I suddenly have a problem with us?”
She saw the tension drain out of Jack’s face. He took a seat on the couch next to her. “Oh. Good.” He grinned and threw his arm along the back of the couch, getting comfortable. “Me, too, you know. The most incredible weekend part.”
“But you’re still not going to like what I have to say.”
Glowering ensued.
“Do I get the bright light now?” Cameron asked teasingly.
“I think I might skip the light and go straight to that paper clip technique we discussed earlier if you don’t start talking.”
“Just promise me that you’ll consider everything I have to say before you answer.”
Jack looked her over with his dark, predatory eyes. “All right,” he finally agreed.
Cameron tucked her knees underneath her. “I’m obviously very worried about the Robards investigation. This is a strain on me, on you, and it puts everyone I know at risk. I know your team is doing all they can, but nobody’s come up with anything so far.”
She could tell from the way Jack’s jaw twitched that he didn’t like being reminded of this.
“I hate that the ball is all in this asshole’s court, and that I pretty much just have to sit here and wonder if he’s going to come after me again.”
Cameron could tell from Jack’s expression that he liked being reminded of that even less.
“But maybe there’s a way we can control the situation,” she said.
“How do you propose we do that?” Jack asked.
“That’s what I was thinking about in the car. And I might’ve come up with something. We figured out that there’s a leak—perhaps we can use that to our advantage. We know that the killer knew how to avoid the hotel cameras. But what if we spread the word that you guys have identified a guest who was using a camcorder in the Peninsula that evening—maybe for a vacation or a bachelor party, something like that. You let it be known that this guest caught on tape a man wearing a gray hooded T-shirt, blazer, and jeans, exiting the hotel shortly after Mandy’s murder. You say that the FBI crime lab is trying to enhance the tape to come up with an image of the guy’s face, and that you’re hopeful you’ll be able to identify him soon. Hopefully word will spread to the right person.”
Jack got up from the couch. Odd that she’d ever found him hard to read—because right then she had absolutely no problem seeing how much he disliked this idea.
“You know as well as I do that a man exiting the hotel wearing a gray hooded T-shirt around the time of the murder means nothing by itself,” Jack said. “You are the one who can tie that person to the murder. The only one. And the killer knows that. So what you’re really suggesting is that we give Mandy Robards’s murderer extra incentive to get you out of the picture.”
“I’m suggesting we motivate the murderer to make a move that we will be prepared for.”
“Cut the crap—you want me to use you as bait. You want me to provoke this guy into attacking you again.”
“I think it’s an option we need to think about, yes.”
“No.”
“You said you would consider everything before you answered.”
“It’s been considered.” Jack stared her right in the eyes. “And I will spend the next twenty years sleeping on your floor before I ever willingly put you in danger.”
But Jack wasn’t in the mood for teasing. He moved away from her, over by the window. “I’m serious about this, Cameron.”
“With you covering me, and a team of FBI agents who we’d set up in advance, don’t you think I’d be safe? If you came to me as a prosecutor, this is exactly the type of operation I’d approve. Particularly with such a high-profile crime.”
“If I came to you as a prosecutor, you would ask me about the risks. And I would tell you that no one, including me, can ever guarantee safety in an operation like this. I can take those risks with other people. But not with you.”
His words hung in the air between them. Cameron finally spoke first.
“I agreed that you’re in charge. So if you don’t think this is a good idea, I’ll drop it. For now,” she added. She knew he wanted to be all moody and broody right then, but too bad—she wasn’t going to let him. “I can’t promise I won’t bring this up again in the future, though. I can be kind of fussy about these things when I want to be.”
She caught the glimmer of amusement in Jack’s eyes.
“When did you ever actually agree that I was in charge?” he asked. “I think I missed that.”
“It was more of an implied consent. I didn’t reject the concept the two times you brought it up.”
He shook his head. “You are such a lawyer.” He looked out the window and sighed. “I do think it’s a good idea, Cameron. And I want this to be over just as much as you do.” He turned back to the window, gazing out as he thought things through. He ran his hand over his mouth. “I don’t know, maybe if we could find a look-alike . . . some female agent who looks like you, who I could station in this house in your place . . .”