Scene #47
The night was quiet. The only sound came from waves hitting the
sand not far from the beach house. Wind blew the sheer curtains and
sent Maggie's hair flitting across her face. The smell of salt air
usually calmed her. Yet tonight calm eluded her.
David stared at the computer screen, trying to find the missing
piece of the puzzle that could clear them. She leaned over him
squinting at the screen. "There must be a record of the bribes, but
where? This is impossible."
He glanced up at her, his face just inches below her own.
"Nothing's impossible for me."
They were too close. His breath was hot on her neck. She should
move away now. "You're too cocky for your own good, David Thorne."
"Oh yeah, and what is good for me, Maggie Holden?"
Maggie's breath caught in her throat. The intensity of their
attraction overwhelmed her—the waves of desire almost visible in
the space between them, like heat rising off asphalt. She needed to
surround herself in his musky scent, to feel his arms around her.
The heck with this. She wanted to kiss the man.
Before she could make a move, his hand cupped the back of her neck.
He guided her face toward him, capturing her mouth with his own.
Not gently, not in that soft embrace of a first kiss between
lovers. Oh no, nothing soft and gentle for her secret agent man.
This kiss was demanding. Their lips found each other after too long
apart. She tasted the wine from dinner on his mouth. His tongue
found hers and demanded more.
Her hands were on his chest. Muscles rippled under her fingertips
as she scraped her nails over his nipples. His tongue grew less
intense in her mouth. He groaned as he took her lower lip between
his teeth then slowly released it, sucking at it as he moved his
hands down her back and edged them under her oversized shirt.
His long fingers etched circles across her skin, sending desire
spiraling through her body. She leaned into him and shifted to
straddle his knee, making slow, rhythmic movements along the length
of his thigh. His body responded and he pulled her tight against
him, his hands encircling her waist.
She leaned closer and took his mouth this time. He met her kiss
with a ferocity that would have scared her had she not wanted him
so much. She whispered his name as his hands moved toward her
breasts. His long fingers reached out to cup...
A light sliced through the dimly lit room. David stopped, every
muscle tense under her fingertips. The light flickered across the
room again from the beach beyond the house.
"They've found us." His voice was barely more than a whisper. "We
need to get out of here. Now." He touched a finger to her full lips
before he grabbed her hand. "Stay close and don't look back."
