Unwritten by Tressie Lockwood Page A

and ground deep. He gave her all of him, and seconds later, he came good and hard. Pumping in and out, he noticed his come mixing with hers and gathering around his shaft, seeping from their joining until it ran down to her ass. He didn’t want it to end, and he pushed all the way in and let his belly connect with hers. He stared into her eyes as he took her and loved how her lips parted on a pant. When she trembled, he knew he’d brought her to another climax and eased away after it was done.
    Kian lay at Evie’s side and drew her into his arms. He turned her so her back pressed to his chest, and he wrapped protective arms around her waist. “Good, baby?”
    “Oh, yes.”
    “Now you should rest.”
    “I’m not sleepy. I just woke up, or rather, you woke me.”
    “A little nap for me?”
    She laughed. “I will if you bring me my pills and fix me breakfast.”
    He stiffened. “I hurt you.”
    She rolled from his arms and sat up. “No, really you didn’t, but it’s time, and I can’t take them without food.”
    “Then I’ll make you a cheeseburger and sweet potato fries. I think we still have sweet tea left over. If not, I’ll go out and buy some more.”
    Moisture gathered in her eyes, and his chest tightened.
    “You’re hungry now. Forget the tea. I’ll figure something else out.” He moved to get off the bed, but she grabbed his hand.
    “It’s not that.” She chuckled and sighed. “If we don’t have the tea, don’t worry about it. I was just happy because you remember.”
    He frowned. “Remember what?”
    “That I don’t like breakfast food.”
    “Sweetheart, you’ve been eating sandwiches when you woke up for the last three weeks.”
    “I know. That’s because I woke up at eleven-thirty, twelve o’clock. It’s eight-thirty now.”
    He leaned down and kissed her lips. “Okay, I admit it. I remembered you don’t like breakfast food, especially not eggs. The thought of them nauseate you, and you tried pork once when you were a kid and haven’t been back to it since.”
    She blinked up at him, and he gave himself a mental pat on the back. Of course he’d known. He recalled every detail of what Evie liked and what she didn’t. When he’d first met her and fell in love on sight, he’d made it his mission to learn all about her so he could spend his life being the one person that could make her most happy. Two years ago, he had lost sight of that goal, and in a short term of weakness when the devastation of losing her had sunk in, he had given in to Meghan. No more.
    After breakfast, Kian insisted Evie sleep, but he decided to make it up to her as soon as she woke. He checked on the status of the case, but no new information arose. As far as they could tell, Anthony Paine disappeared in the wind and hadn’t raised his head again. According to the information Evie had passed on, he’d intended to meet a friend not far from where she was found. They had narrowed the probable locations and come across the abandoned vehicle with Paine’s blood inside, but no witnesses and no reports of stolen vehicles in the area meant a dead end. Somebody had met him.
    “Did you hear me, Sloane?” Taggert asked in his ear.
    Kian paid attention to the call. “What was that?”
    “Vitali is getting antsy. We can’t hold him at the safe house against his will. So far we’ve convinced him to stay a little longer as a way to protect Mrs. Sloane. I don’t think that’s going to fly much more.”
    Kian gritted his teeth. He did not like Vitali, but he had to admit the man loved Evie and would do what it took to protect her. However, Kian knew even he would reach his limit soon. A man like Leo Vitali required people around him, and living in a small house with no one to interact with other than federal agents, he was probably going stir crazy. Not that Kian cared. Still, they had an obligation to keep him alive and couldn’t very well use him as bait to bring Paine in.
    “Keep me updated,” he told