/> He dropped a kiss to her lips, her jaw, her neck.
Savannah’s eyes slid closed. “I can’t think when you’re doing that.”
“I can’t think when you’re naked and touching me.”
She wanted nothing more in the moment than to let Ian have her any way he wanted her for the rest of the night. But even though her brain wasn’t working at full throttle, she was pretty sure this was a huge development.
“Ian.” She rolled to her side and pushed him to his back.
He slipped his arms around her waist and pulled her on top of him. “Okay, I like this too. I’ll take you any way I can get you.”
She started laughing. “Ian.”
He dropped his head back with a dramatic sigh. “Are you listening? Because I’m not going to say this again until you’ve thoroughly worn me out.” He didn’t wait to continue. “If we can get our hands on the ledger and do some research on the names, we can connect Hank to multiple federal crimes, and poof, he’s got bigger problems to worry about than whether you’re getting lucky with the hottest new guy in town.”
“And…what if we can’t get our hands on the ledger?”
Ian stared at the ceiling for a long, quiet second. “Let’s think positively.” In a flash, he sat up and flipped her to her back. He kissed her, then pulled back and looked down at her with a fresh sobriety. “Did Hank know you got into his safe and took these copies?”
“No.”
“Then he wouldn’t have felt the need to change the code.”
“True.”
“In the event he did change the code, there’s always safecracking.”
“Um…” A sense of unease snuck in.
“Do you remember it?” he asked. “The code?”
“Maybe,” she lied for a reason she couldn’t clearly pinpoint, but which probably circled around the threat of Ian breaking into not only Hank’s house but his safe. If Hank caught Ian, he’d kill him. Even if Ian got in and out without Hank knowing, just Hank’s suspicion would create trouble for Savannah and Jamison. “It’s been a long time.”
“Don’t worry about that now.” He lowered his head and rubbed the tip of his nose against hers, then he kissed her. Kissed her again. And again.
Savannah was thinking how easily she could get used to being loved like this when Ian abruptly pulled back. He tightened his hands in her hair and met her gaze with a fierce, serious expression. “I’m crazy about you.” He searched her eyes a moment with a look she couldn’t quite read. “I want you to remember that.”
Nerves fluttered in her belly. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” He smiled, and the Ian she knew returned in a flash. “Not a damn thing.”
He leaned into one arm and used the other to stroke his hand down her belly before slipping his fingertips under the waistband of her panties and deep between her legs.
Excitement burned a path through her body and flipped Savannah’s mind to standby. She arched and moan, letting her worries fade into the background.
Everly chewed the inside of her cheek as she watched the front of the brothel. “Think she’ll come through?”
Roman lowered his night-vision binoculars. “I do.”
“Optimist,” she accused.
“Spoken like a true pessimist.” He lifted his binoculars again. “By the time I got done explaining her reality, it was all I could do to keep her from latching on to my leg on the way out. She’ll come through.”
Movement stirred on the porch.
“He’s on his way out,” Liam said from his car parked a few hundred yards down the street.
“So he is,” Roman murmured. He lowered his binoculars and glanced at Everly. “Ready to do this?”