parted ways.
Shifting in the seat, he reached out and ran the tip of his finger down the side of her face, his gaze fastened on her lips. “Sounds like you have a plan and I’m sure things are going to work out in your favor. In the meantime—” his voice dipped a little lower, became throatier “—I appreciate being with you this weekend.”
And then he lowered his mouth to hers.
D UAN HAD THOUGHT her taste was sweet before, but after thrusting his tongue between her parted lips and greedily drinking in her flavor, he realized she was the most alluring woman he’d ever had the pleasure of knowing. Definitely the tastiest.
Their tongues met, melded, mated and were stirring waves of pleasure inside him. And then there was the passion she returned wantonly and flagrantly each and every time they kissed. He would take charge of the kiss, she would follow, and then she would turn the tables and stake her control.
It was while savoring the wet heat and hunger of her sizzling passion that he yielded to full awareness of what being with her entailed. With Kim there wasno sensual limit, no restricted areas and no borders to guard. There was just this—absolute surrender and a yearning for more.
“You did say you were flying out on Delta, right, mister?”
Duan released Kim’s mouth and inclined his head to look at the taxi driver, who had turned around to stare at them with a silly grin on his face. Understandably so, since he and Kim had been caught in a heated kiss. And he had managed to pull her onto his lap and drape her body across his.
“Yes, I’m flying out on Delta.” Then ignoring the man, he leaned up and brushed his lips across hers once more to whisper, “Have a safe trip back to Key West, Kim.”
Reluctantly he eased her off his lap. Something pulled inside Duan at the thought that this was where he went his way and she went hers. When the driver brought the taxi to a stop, Duan opened the door and made a move to get out. He then looked back at Kim.
At that moment, something pushed him to say, “I have some free time coming up, so how about adding me to your list of prospects?”
He smiled at the stunned look on her face. “You’re serious? You would consider doing that for me?”
“Yes, I would.” He reached for her hand, lifted it to his lips and placed a kiss on her knuckles. Immediately he felt the sizzling between them.
Releasing her hand, he shifted and turned to get out of the taxi.
“Don’t be surprised if I decide to take you up on your offer, Duan,” she warned. “Then all I’ll have to concentrate on is making sure Mom knows what she’s doing with Edward Villarosas.”
Duan turned back, gave her his full attention. Fighting to keep the frown off his face, he repeated, “Edward Villarosas?”
She nodded. “Yes. He’s the man my mother plans to marry.”
D UAN PULLED OUT his cell phone the moment he cleared security. He wasted no time dialing the number to his office. Landon Chestnut, one of the private investigators who worked with him at the Peachtree Private Investigative Firm, usually came into the office on Sunday afternoons. There were three other guys in the firm—Antron Blair, Brett Newman and Chevis Fleming.
“Hey, man, how was the wedding?” Landon asked, answering on the third ring.
“Real nice. The newlyweds should have reached Paris by now.” Duan paused and then asked, “Ready for a blast from the past?”
“About what?”
“It’s not what, Landon, but who. Edward Villarosas.”
Duan heard his friend’s expletives and understood why. Landon had always felt Villarosas was the one he’dlet get away when he was still a detective with the force. Duan had already left the department and was working to start his own P.I. business when the Villarosas case had fallen into Landon’s lap.
The guy’s two wives had come up missing, five years apart, but nothing could be found to connect him with their disappearance. To this day, Duan could