“Oh shit.”
“Yeah, exactly. Internal Affairs got involved. It was a big, messy investigation. Derek was smart, though, and he didn’t leave any sort of trail. No deposits to a bank account. No change in spending habits. He’d planned long term and was apparently stashing the money where it couldn’t be found and was going to use it at a later date or maybe quit and then move off somewhere and spend the cash. I don’t really know what his plan was, but whatever it was, it certainly didn’t include me in the picture.”
“So they didn’t have any evidence on him?”
“No,” she said softly.
“Is that why you left then? Because you couldn’t work with him any longer?”
She hated this part. It still had the power to unravel her even after all this time.
“P.J.?”
She looked up, not really wanting to continue the conversation at this point.
His gaze was intense. Peeling back layer after layer until she felt bare and vulnerable under his scrutiny.
“What aren’t you telling me?”
She drew in a long breath and then let it out. “What I left out is the fact that my two best friends, or rather Derek’s best friends who I thought were my friends too, along with Derek hung me out to dry.”
Cole slipped his hand over the knee closest to his reach and squeezed gently. “What happened?”
“Up to this point, Derek and I had kept our relationship secret. It was against policy for members on the same team to fraternize, a rule, mind you, that didn’t exist before I joined because I was the first female on that team. But Derek went to our commander, along with Jimmy and Mike to corroborate his story, and told him that Derek and I were lovers and that he broke things off with me and that I’d launched my accusations out of revenge. Jimmy and Mike backed up his story by telling him a bunch of made-up shit, like that I’d threatened to ruin him when he broke up with me. And then they leaked that story far and wide until there wasn’t a police officer in the precinct who didn’t know that I was a crazy ex-girlfriend who’d tried to f**k over a fellow officer.”
“What a dickhead,” Cole said in disgust.
“I didn’t have a friend left in that department or on my team. No one wanted to believe that one of their own could be dirty, so it was far easier to believe his made-up bullshit. And there was also the fact that not everyone on S.W.A.T. was overjoyed that a woman had joined their ranks anyway, so Derek didn’t have to work hard to discredit me in their eyes.”
“Wow,” Cole said, shaking his head. “That is some f**ked-up shit.”
“So I walked away, and I still hate myself for giving up that easily. I was devastated because I honestly didn’t see that coming. I did what I thought was the right thing and it was the hardest decision I’ve ever made in my life. But I couldn’t just stand by and let him continue what he was doing, because it was wrong, and I thought it would be as simple as telling the commander what I knew to be true and that the situation would be resolved. I learned the hard way that sometimes it is the wisest choice to just sit back and say nothing at all.”
“Bullshit,” Cole said.
She looked up in surprise at the explosive outburst.
“You did the right thing, P.J. Don’t ever doubt yourself on that count. You did the right thing and they didn’t. That’s on them. Not you.”
“But I’m the one who lost,” she said in a bitter tone.
“I’m sorry for the way it went down, but I’m not sorry you walked away, because it brought you to our team. To me.”
She was startled by the hint of emotion she heard in his voice. He levered up on one elbow, turned so they were much closer now and reached up to cup her cheek. He pulled her down into a tender kiss, and this time he took his time exploring, slowing the pace from their earlier reckless haste.
Slowly but with a firm hand, he nudged her over onto her back, his mouth never leaving hers.
Where before they’d been impatient and eager, now he seemed determined to be patient and gradual.
“I’m glad you came to KGI,” he murmured into her mouth. “I can’t imagine the team without you.”
She felt him reaching toward the nightstand, and then a moment later he rose up just enough that he could roll on the condom, and a bare second after, he slid into her in one firm push.
She closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around his body, pulling him even closer until they were molded against each other, flesh on flesh, no part of their bodies not touching in some way.
He rocked and undulated his hips, leisurely drawing out their pleasure, all the while making love to her with his mouth. Covering her face and neck with tender kisses.
It was a complete change from earlier when every kiss, every touch had been hot and frantic, almost a race to completion. That had been sex. Pure, unadulterated, hot sex.
But this?
This was different, and it unsettled her even as she allowed herself to fall over the edge with him. Because this wasn’t just sex. It felt a hell of a lot like making love. And she hadn’t reached that point with Derek even after two years of being with him.
CHAPTER 4
THE peal of an obnoxious cell phone ringtone startled P.J. into wakefulness. She’d been having the most awesome, erotic dream, and it irritated her to be so rudely yanked from it.
She stretched and yawned, feeling oddly rested, and promptly bumped into a hard male body.
Her eyes flew open. Oh shit.
David Coletrane was in her bed.
She’d had hot monkey sex with Cole.
They’d also made tender, sweet love, and maybe that was what bothered her the most, because she couldn’t just brush it aside as a one-night stand. Couldn’t chalk it up to blowing off some steam and walk away from it, pretending it never happened.
She was so f**ked and now she had to face the awkward morning-after stage.
The phone quit a moment and then started up again as she lay there admiring Cole’s beautiful physique. He muttered something and then promptly leaned over, blindly grabbing for his fatigues that had been discarded the night before.
She got a prime view of his ass, and oh Lord, what an ass it was. Every part of him was delicious, and she continued to stare dumbly as he grabbed the phone and put it to his ear.
Reality had a way of dumping a cold bucket of water over her head. She was positively numb over what she’d done. What they’d done. It was quite possibly the dumbest thing she’d ever done, and she’d made some pretty stupid decisions in her life.
This was going to f**k up everything.
“Cole,” he said shortly. “Yeah, Steele, what’s up?”
P.J. froze. Goddamn it. They were being called out on a mission. Today of all days? The one time she’d given in to temptation and had crazy, insane, all-night sex with her teammate, not to mention pouring her guts out to him, and they had to be called out now?
Cole’s expression was grim, and then he said simply, “I’ll be there.”
He ended the call and then turned slowly to meet P.J.’s gaze. On cue, her cell started ringing and she was contemplating the most modest way to sprawl over his body to reach her phone when Cole reached down and snagged it for her.
“P.J.,” she said crisply, not wanting even a hint of what she’d spent the night doing to come through that phone call.
“P.J., this is Steele. We’ve been called up. How fast can you make it back out to Tennessee?”
She glanced over at her clock to see it was quite early. “I’ll head to the airport and see what I can get standby on. Should be able to get out this afternoon.”
“Let me know fast. If you can’t get on the first flight, we’ll send a Kelly jet for you.”
“Will do,” she murmured, peeking at Cole from the corner of her eye.
She hung up and then took a deep breath, preparing to deal with the awkwardness.
“Guess we should go,” she said lamely.
“Yeah, we can hop a ride to the airport together,” Cole said.
He lay there completely unbothered by his nudity while she was sitting up, covers pulled to her chin as mortification swept over her.
She shook her head forcefully. “No. We go separate.”
Cole frowned. “That’s stupid, P.J. We’re here together. Why on earth should we leave separately when we’re going to the same damn place?”
“I don’t want anyone to know we were together.”
His frown deepened.
“Look Cole,” she said before he could protest further. “We have to work together. I don’t want there to be any speculation on our . . .” She choked and almost said relationship. “Our association. This isn’t some office job where we flirt and play cutesy. People’s lives depend on our concentration and I don’t want to become the butt of jokes by Dolphin or Renshaw or Baker and I don’t even want to know what Steele would do if he found out we hooked up. He’d probably toss one or both of us off the team.”
“Are you saying I’m a distraction?”
The smug look on his face made her want to hit him. He was grinning and he’d stretched out his considerable length and rolled to his side, propped up on his palm as he stared unabashedly at her. She could swear he was plotting to yank the sheets from her, so she tightened her grip just in case.
She closed her eyes and took in a deep breath. When she reopened them, Cole was still staring at her like he wanted to have her for breakfast. A flutter began deep in her belly and worked outward until her skin was warm and flushed. Damn but the man was good. Everything about him was good. His mouth, his tongue, his hands and his cock. Most definitely his cock.
“Look, can we just agree that last night was a mistake? A huge mistake. One we need to promise never happens again. We can’t afford to f**k up our jobs or the team. It’s best we go our separate ways and pretend this never happened.”
Suddenly he loomed over her, big, all badass. She hated how small she felt beneath him, and she loved it all at the same time.
With a low-sounding growl, he pressed her down to the bed and covered her mouth with his, kissing her until she was panting for breath.
Even as he was pressing her downward, his hand tugged at the sheet until it slid to her waist. One hand came up to cup her breast, his thumb rolling over the rigid peak of her nipple.
God, she loved his hands on her.
His tongue slid past her lips and filled her mouth, tasting her, rubbing over her tongue and exploring every inch. He had a mouth made for sin, and she wasn’t a good girl by far. She’d done her share of sinning. If last night didn’t send her to hell, she didn’t know what would.
When he pulled away, her lips were swollen and her entire body was tingling and alive with lust and desire.
His hand stayed intimately cupped around her breast as if he had no desire to break the contact between them. His eyes were hard and piercing, anger and lust all rolled into those blue orbs.
“If you think I’m going to pretend this never happened, you’re out of your goddamn mind. Now stop being silly and let’s get our asses to the airport. If it bothers you that much, you can get a different ride from Nashville. But there’s no reason we can’t take the same plane back.”
Her heart stutter-stepped and she swallowed hard.
Finally his hand slipped away from her breast, leaving her instantly cold and still aching for his touch.
“I have to get my rental back to the airport, so you can ride with me,” he said as he rolled out of bed.
Her lips tightened at how readily he’d taken over and started dictating the action. Then she sighed. He was right. She was being stupid and shrill. But the very last thing she wanted was for her team to know she and Cole had just spent a hot night together under the sheets. Or rather on top of the sheets. Twisted in the sheets . . .
Her face bloomed with heat. She had to stop. She was the one harping about concentration and focus and hers was shot straight to hell because all she could remember was how good Cole felt sliding in and out of her body.
* * *
THE fates were kind and at least she didn’t find herself seated next to Cole when the plane lifted off four hours later. The two had packed, or rather Cole had watched as P.J. threw a few changes of clothes into an overnight bag. Most of her gear was stowed with KGI. She had plenty of backup at her apartment, but when she had to take a commercial flight, she was SOL for bringing anything but the bare essentials.
There had been plenty of times the Kelly jet had flown in for her, making a quick stop to get her and her gear before heading out for the latest mission. Steele had mentioned the possibility of her moving closer to the KGI base in Tennessee, but so far she’d hesitated, not willing to make the final break from her past.
Maybe it was time to move forward. It would make things a lot easier if she were in closer proximity to the rest of the team. Hell, she lived, ate and breathed with them seventy-five percent of her time anyway. The other twenty-five percent she spent in her tiny apartment on the outskirts of Denver, and she spent nights in a hole-in-the-wall bar and strip joint. Yeah, that was the kind of life she’d always imagined having.