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  The memories washed over him, sending another wave of heat to his blood. They’d always been good in bed together, but they’d both been virgins when they met. Exploring their sensuality had not only been amazing, it had been one of their favorite pastimes. But this mating had been so…intense. He’d never felt anything like it before. He shifted in the chair to help loosen his pants a tad.

  She slid into the seat across the gleaming steel table and bit into her sandwich with gusto. After she swallowed her food, she asked, “Did you get anything useful done?”

  His sipped his water. “Yeah, a little bit. This drug is a synthetic, but I think what makes it so powerful could be that it isn’t only man-made.”

  “Explain.”

  Until that moment he hadn’t realized just how much he missed having her hang onto his every word. The cocky young man he had been had loved to have her follow him around, those heavy-lidded, sparkling green eyes filled with admiration.

  “It’s mixed with synthetics, man-made drugs, but the base is an opiate.”

  “Opiate…like opium?”

  “Yes. It enhances the synthetic that acts much like PCP, with delusions of super strength.”

  She worried her lip and her brow furrowed. “So, this would take a scientific mind, would it not? I mean, this isn’t just some jack someone put together on the street? It would take some extensive research on paras in a controlled environment.” She shivered. “Like quarantine.”

  She stood and walked to the small round window he assumed looked out over the street.

  “Yes. I don’t think this would have come about with two guys in their garage playing with a chem set. But I’m not sure scientists who work for the government would be subject to speculation.”

  Her head whipped around and she studied him. This time, there was no admiration in her gaze. “Why? Because they’re scientists?”

  “No, not that. I know it took a scientific mind to work on this drug. I can tell from the way it is affecting people, from the damage it has done. But what I have a problem with is thinking the government would be a party to something like that.”

  She snorted. “Oh. A government who interns a whole group of people because of their abilities would stop at using them as guinea pigs? They don’t mind rounding up whole families and transporting them to camps, breaking them up, making sure they have no contact, but they have a conscience about testing drugs on them?”

  Her voice dripped with sarcasm and he paused before answering. No matter how sweet their lovemaking had been, this wasn’t Letty. This was Nolete. And she had a chip on her shoulder he doubted he would be able to shove off.

  “Fine, even if they did, wouldn’t we have records of it since they started dismantling the camps?”

  She shook her head and the look on her face made him believe she thought him very naïve. “No. Even if they kept records, they could have gotten rid of them. The Federation took too long to move on the labs, and many of the worst of them got away. We have firsthand accounts about the drugs, the tests, everything. So I wouldn’t doubt that is where the idea was formulated. The government probably saw a way to use them, turn them into super warriors or something like that. Damn them to hell if they died from the drugs.”

  The information she was telling him was beyond his comprehension. He hadn’t agreed with the labs, with locking people up because of their abilities—but Drake thought most conspiracies were bullshit.

  Even with all of that, he realized Letty knew something she wasn’t telling him. He would let her keep her secrets…for now. It went against every instinct he had, but he would let it go right now. But they would discuss it at some point.

  “Okay, if there is someone who did it, who would it be? Who would have the ability to hide the information, have access to the lab, where no one would question him or her about what they were doing?”

  Her rigid stance relaxed and he felt he had won a battle. Not the war, but a small victory. “I would look at every person who ran a lab. The lab directors in those places had unprecedented authority. I guess I need to talk to Marcus.”

  “I already took care of that.”

  “Listen, Conners, you may be big shit in the lab, but I run my department.”

  “Hey, I was talking to David and Genoa to find out your address, and David said he would take care of it. I’m sure Marcus will come to the same conclusions.”

  “Next time, don’t go over my head.”

  He stood and walked over to her. “Letty, I would never do anything to question your place in the department. I’ll go through you from now on.”

  Her face flushed with what he assumed to be embarrassment. “I’m sorry. Working with a bunch of men who don’t want a reformed para as their supervisor makes me paranoid. They question everything I say or do.”

  Her shoulders slumped and the urge to pull her close, to tell her everything would be all right almost overwhelmed him. She was so strong, but at the same time, if he looked close enough, he saw the vulnerable woman beneath the steel exterior. This case was putting stress on her, and he just couldn’t stand it.

  “Now that we have that out of the way.” He stepped forward and easily lifted her in his arms. “Which way to the bedroom?”

  She crossed her arms. “And just why are you assuming you’ve been granted those privileges?”

  “Because I know you, Letty. You can dress up in your uniform, you can even cast me those ‘freeze your balls off’ looks, but I know you. I know what you sound like when you moan, I know all the places you liked to be touched, and I know how it feels to sink into you.” Her spine softened and she uncrossed her arms. “And I know those little sounds you make when you come.”

  She shivered in reaction to his words. The familiar slow roll of lust invaded his stomach, warming him from the inside out. “Now, where is your bedroom? I swear to God, if you don’t tell me, I will take you right here in the kitchen.”

  Chapter 4

  Seconds later Drake dropped her on the bed. He’d practically run down the hall. He reached for her clothes and she shook her head. If she thought she was going to get away with teasing him like this, she had another think coming.

  Her lips curved into a distinctively feline smile and her eyes sparkled with humor. Every male hormone stood up at attention, along with various body parts. There was nothing he wouldn’t do to make her smile. If he could hear her laugh, really laugh, he would feel like he’d developed a cure for cancer. She knew just how his mind worked, knew just what he was thinking.

  That thought stopped him cold. Suspicion clouded his mind. Had she told him the truth about her abilities? She smiled up at him innocently. The joy in her expression sent another wave of heat shooting through him, warming his blood, which was making a direct path to his cock. Memories of their life before, when they were both young and green, washed over him. Their first time, both virgins, and the way she had always told the truth. She hadn’t been upfront about her abilities, but she hadn’t lied outright. And she never would. Even with everything that had happened between them, Letty had been solid. He knew that to his core.

  She got up on her knees and trailed her hand up his shirt. Grabbing the collar, she pulled him closer. “This time I want you naked, too.”

  The warmth shining in her eyes left him speechless. She was finally the Letty he remembered. Warm, loving, fun. Anticipation skated along his nerves, tingled along his skin. She unbuttoned his shirt and helped him out of it.

  “My, my, my. You’ve been working out, Drake.”

  He shrugged, equally embarrassed and thrilled with her admiration of his body. Her fingers skimmed over his chest, up his shoulders and down his arms. Even as hot as he was, a rush of goose bumps followed her touch.

  “No, you have. You have to remember that ten years have passed. You were always a piece of art, all rangy bones and lean muscles, but we were both so young, inexperienced.”

  He chuckled. “We gained experience pretty fast.”

  H
er head shot up and her smile was now a full-fledged grin. “We definitely did at that.”

  She grabbed his waistband, unfastened his pants and pulled them off. Her gaze focused on his cock, which grew, amazingly enough, under her attention. Letty grazed her thumb over the head, spreading the pre-cum around and he felt the brush all the way to his toes.

  He grabbed her hand. “Not so fast, honey. I want to play. You keep doing that and it’ll be over too soon.”

  As fast as he could, he helped her out of her clothes and laid her back on the bed. All that white skin against the black comforter stopped him in his tracks. Damn, but she was gorgeous.

  She had been right. A lot of years had come and gone. Letty had changed, but only for the better. Ten years ago, Letty had been a tad on the thin side. She’d been an athlete and her time in training had left her lean. But now her hips and ass were rounder, more feminine, and her breasts! Still smaller than average, but just as pert, round, and as damn tasty as before.

  He collapsed beside her and bent over her to take a nipple in his mouth. The taste of her exploded through him. Sweet, tart, and everything he remembered. While licking and sucking, he slid his hand down to her pussy. He skimmed his fingers over her slit and drew in a deep breath when he felt the dampness there. Even though she was like this every time he touched her, her response always amazed him. He inserted one finger. She moaned and her hands threaded through his hair.

  As he worked his finger in and out, he moved to her other breast, giving it the same treatment. God, he would never get enough of this woman. She was hotter than anyone he had ever touched. The musky scent of her filled his senses as her juice wet his hand. He added another finger and brushed his thumb against her clit, once, twice, and then she exploded.

  He rose from her breast to watch her come. Her mouth opened in a silent scream as he continued moving his fingers. This was good, this was wonderful, but he wanted to shove her over the edge. The moment the last of her vibrations stilled, he moved over her, brushing his cock against her bare pussy. He closed his eyes and willed himself to wait. Shoving his dick in her and riding the wave would be good, but having her mindless with anticipation would be better.

  He slid down her body, and dropped on the floor between her legs. Before she could react, he grabbed her knees and jerked her to the edge of the bed. She rose and rested her weight on her elbows, looking down at him with a completely satisfied smile.

  Chuckling, he draped her legs over his shoulders, and leaned forward. He inhaled her scent, and excitement crawled down his spine. God, she smelled like a four-course gourmet meal topped off with his favorite dessert. He kissed her thigh and then focused his attention on her pussy, already glistening with juice.

  As he licked and nipped, he inserted a finger. Hot, wet sin. That is what she tasted like. Her moans increased and became more incoherent as he continued. He added another finger, not stopping in the assault. Cream flowed from her into his mouth, onto his hand as she moved her legs restlessly against his head. Her muscles tightened on his fingers as he took her hardened clit into his mouth.

  A second later she exploded, her pussy convulsing again. Every muscle in his body screamed for release. He eased up her torso, keeping her legs over his shoulders, and pushed into her in one swift thrust.

  He closed his eyes, enjoying the way her muscles clamped tightly around his cock. They fit together so perfectly. Pulling out slowly, he opened his eyes and felt a shock lance through him when he found her watching him. As he built the rhythm from slow and easy into frenzied and fast, she went along with him.

  Her body trembled and he knew she was close again. He never broke eye contact. The connection was too fragile, too intense to ignore and he wanted her to know that he wouldn’t let it go. Her eyes closed and her head thrashed from side to side. At the moment, he knew she was trying to deny him the right to see her pleasure.

  “Letty.” His voice came out in a low growl.

  She bit her lip but still didn’t open her eyes. She was refusing him, but he wasn’t about to let her get away with it. He was close, so damn close, and the need to come was almost too much, but he stilled his actions.

  “Dammit. Don’t you ignore me, Letty.”

  She moved her pelvis, or at least tried to, but the position he had her in made it hard. The small movement almost had him losing control. He gritted his teeth.

  Finally, she opened her eyes. They were clouded with frustration and lust and before she could fight him, he pulled out and thrust into her as deep as he could.

  The action sent both of them shooting over the edge. Her eyes slid shut, but this time, nothing but bone-deep satisfaction swept through him.

  Moments later he released her legs. Both of them moved under the covers. She rolled into his arms, as if she knew she belonged there. No words were said as she snuggled against him, and he knew their lovemaking had been too raw to talk about. It had stripped some of the barriers which had kept them apart.

  After she had fallen asleep, he lay awake thinking. There was something damaged in her. Not by their breakup. Although he knew that was part of it, he was a big enough man to know Letty would have moved on. He didn’t know what it was, but he was definitely going to find out.

  As he drifted off to sleep, he decided at some point, if she didn’t confide in him willingly, he would just have to make her tell him.

  * * * *

  A blood-chilling scream woke Drake out of a deep sleep. Immediately he jumped out of bed looking for the culprit, almost falling on his face when his feet got tangled in the sheets.

  He blinked, looking around the room and not recognizing anything for a moment. Then the memories of the night with Letty came back to him. Immediately, he looked for Letty and found her still in the grips of a nightmare. She thrashed about on the bed, her hands twisted in the sheets. The moan of pain was so sorrowful, a streak of ice slithered down his spine.

  He climbed back on the bed. “Letty?”

  “Noooooo.” Torture dripped from the cry.

  Panic gripped him. “Letty, wake up.”

  He grabbed her by her shoulders and not so gently shook her. Her head moved from side to side and she released the sheet to try to push him away. “I mean it, Nolete. Wake up.” He was trying to keep his voice calm, but even he heard the fear. She came awake with a start and her eyes widened.

  “What the hell is going on, Drake?” She tried to shake herself free of his hold, but he wasn’t ready to let go.

  “You were having a nightmare.”

  She snorted. “Yeah, right. Let me go.”

  He finally released her, but he wasn’t letting it go. Truthfully, he’d thought she didn’t remember the dream, but when she sat up, and shoved her hair out of her face, he noticed her hand shook.

  “Letty.” She stilled. “You can tell me about it.”

  She sighed. “I can’t remember the dream, Drake. Really, I can’t. I do know it scared the living hell out of me.”

  He couldn’t stand the loneliness he heard in that statement, mainly because, since he lost Letty, he’d been there more times than not, himself. There would be the occasional lover, friend, someone to hold onto, but they had never been Letty.

  Before either of them could think about it, he was reaching for her. He drew her into his arms, and was going to make damn sure the woman knew she could count on him.

  * * * *

  Letty shivered as Drake’s hand slid down her back to the cleft between her cheeks.

  She lay on her stomach in the middle of her bed, her legs spread, Drake sitting between them.

  “One of the things I have always dreamed of doing to you was to take you from behind.” Drake’s voice was whisper soft, but she didn’t miss the arousal darkening it. His fingers slipped between her cheeks. “I had the feeling both of us would like that.”

  She shivered as his finger brushed against her opening. She’d had anal sex before. She’d tried so much after being released from quarantine, trying t
o forget Drake. The idea of having it with Drake sent a wave of heat rushing through her.

  His fingers slid away, and he leaned forward. Hard and ready, his cock lay against her ass. “What do you say, Letty?” He slid his finger beneath her stomach, and cupped her pussy. He chuckled and she knew he felt her liquid dripping from her slit. His dick twitched against her and a race of emotions—excitement, tenderness, and downright possessiveness—seeped from him. His thoughts were growing scattered again, but she knew he anticipated fucking her ass.

  “Do you have anything?”

  She didn’t have to ask what he referred to. “Top drawer,” she said, her voice almost as incoherent as her thoughts. She pointed to the bedside table. Drake moved away and a rush of air cooled her back. Oh, God, she was so wet. She moved restlessly trying to ease a little bit of the ache.

  “Don’t move.” The tone in his voice brooked no argument. “Stay perfectly still.”

  She knew the game he was playing. It was one they had played so many times before. Drake knew exactly what it did to her.

  Her body vibrated. She needed to come so badly. Before turning her over on her stomach, Drake had loved her body with his hands, his mouth. The feel of his teeth against her nipple almost had her coming. But, damn him, he had stopped just short of giving her an orgasm. Only minutes later, he had started on her pussy in earnest. That had almost sent her over the edge, but Drake had made sure to take her just to the edge and then backed off. Damn him. And all the while, his own restrained attitude hid the arousal he was feeling. But she could feel it flowing through her. Mixed with his thoughts of wanting to fuck her ass, she was amazed she wasn’t coming just from that.

  She felt the bed sag behind her. A moment later, Drake worked his lubed finger up her hole. Her body tensed as a small throb of pleasure/pain shot through her. Slowly, much too slowly for her liking, he began to move his finger in and out of her ass. Her heartbeat sped up, her body flushed hotter.

  “Drake.” There was no way of denying the frustration in her voice. Every nerve ending in her body screamed with the need for release.