Thom stopped long enough to dig his wallet out of his pants and pull out a condom. It just took a moment to sheath himself. The caring precaution taken care of, Thom returned his full attention to Mary.
The tip of him pressed at her entrance, slowly penetrating her core. He kissed her neck as she tossed her head back and moaned. Thom braced his hands against her hips, forcing her down as he buried himself deeper inside her.
Her fingers clutched at his hair, urging him to keep kissing her neck just below the ear. He could smell the flowery shampoo she used, the sweet bite of her perfume and the creamy scent that was Mary.
He withdrew from his first pioneering stroke inside her and thrust forward again. She was so soft all around him. With each of his movements she rose to demand more of him and with each pulsing strike he obliged. Thom wanted her to take all of him and she did with a shuddering cry.
Mary’s legs circled his hips and gripped him in spasms. Her fingers dug desperately into his back. His roar of release was muffled against her throat as Thom emptied himself in her depths.
For several quivering seconds he rested on top of Mary while his heart rate slowed to an endurable speed. He feathered kisses on her jaw, neck and breasts.
“You’re beautiful,” he mumbled against her skin, “and tasty.”
From the bedroom they heard the front door shut. Brad called out, “Pizza’s here!”
Thom cursed and pulled back from Mary. “We’ll definitely have to try this again later, when we have more time.”
“Definitely.”
“I messed up your hair.”
“I expect so.”
“You have another hickie.”
Mary’s eyes widened. “You didn’t!” Her hand flew up to her neck and touched the red circle Thom left.
They dressed quickly and then Thom dealt with the microphone. The small packet with the battery and transmitter weighed less than a pound and Thom secured it in the hollow at the small of Mary’s back with surgical tape. The wire he snaked around to the front and with Mary’s help, he slipped the mini microphone up between her breasts. Her skin still burned to his touch.
“That’s got it,” Thom said, standing up.
Mary hooked her hands around his neck and pulled him to her. Her kiss was liquid and full of promise. Thom cupped her breasts, feeling her excited nipples growing hard beneath the fabric. He worked them with his thumbs until she gasped.
With effort, Thom backed away. His control hung by a thread. “Very soon. But not now.”
“Don’t make me wait too long,” Mary said, closing her buttons.
Chapter Two
Even with the immediate concerns, Mary found her thoughts returning to Thom and not in a professional capacity. She’d never felt so unhesitatingly attracted to someone before. After the brief taste of his love, she wanted him even more. She longed to share her life with him and never look back.
There was only one way for them to have a chance together and that was to get this whole Adam Fielding business settled. And dallying in her bedroom was just putting off the inevitable.
Mary shook her hands, trying to cast off her nerves. Pacing back and forth in her bedroom did nothing to settle down her emotions.
The specter of Adam loomed over her like a toxic cloud. She knew he would come for her and her instincts screamed for her to run. The trap had been her idea and she couldn’t chicken out now, not with other lives at stake. They’d been lucky to find Nancy but the next time he wouldn’t take his victim home.
Adam was developmentally challenged but he wasn’t stupid. They had to stop him tonight.
With a final deep breath, Mary left the safety of her bedroom. Thom and Brad waited in the living room. They’d ordered a large pizza and the house smelled warmly of cheese and pepperoni. They’d gone ahead and eaten without her, since they were not going to have a chance while on stake out.
Brad wiped his mouth with a paper napkin. “Well, I better get into position.