Unfinished Business by Brenda Jackson Page A

deep sigh of relief. Kevin had said he hadn’t given her much of the drug, so there was a possibility she would sleep off the rest without any problems.
    But still, to be on the safe side, he decided to watch over her during the night. Kicking off his boots and removing his jacket, he moved to the recliner next to the bed. He picked up a thick file labeled “The Patterson Report” that was lying on her nightstand table and decided to read it, hoping that doing so would keep him awake while he watched over Christy. He settled back in the chair and as he began reading he hoped that the worst was over.
    Alex woke to the sound of someone thrashing about in the bed. He became alarmed when he saw Christy quivering uncontrollably, and then he remembered another effect of ketamine was fluctuations in body temperature.
    He moved to the bed and reached out and touched her. She felt ice-cold. He quickly removed his shirt and jeans and got under the covers with her and pulled her nearly frozen body into his arms, sharing his body heat.
    “I-I’m cold, A-Alex,” she said through chattering teeth.
    “I know, baby, and it’s going to be OK. I’m not going to let anything happen to you.” And he meant it as he held her.
    He knew if he didn’t get her temperature back to normal he would have to take her to the emergency room. He was trying to avoid having to do that, since there would be questions asked and he wanted to spare Christy that. Another alternative was to call in a contact at the Bureau to see if there was a doctor in the area who was willing to make an unofficial house call. Alex knew from having worked as an agent that every city had physicians willing to discreetly do what they could to help federal agents.
    He continued to hold her as her body shivered uncontrollably. A half hour later her trembling had stopped, her temperature was back to normal, and she had drifted off to sleep again.
    Alex’s eyes slowly opened when he felt a hot, soft body cuddle against his back, a very hot, naked soft body. And at the same time he felt the tip of a tongue move around in his ear. “Make love to me, Alex,” a feminine voice whispered in that same ear. “I need you. I’m aching.”
    Alex sighed deeply as he slowly turned around. Christy wasn’t going to sleep anything off after all. “Christy, I—”
    Before he could get out another word, she had straddled him and was kissing him with that incredible mouth of hers. And if that weren’t bad enough, he felt her breasts, bare breasts that were pressed up against his chest, and the heat of her below as she was grinding against his midsection.
    Damn. What had happened to her slip, bra, and panties? He was still wearing his briefs, but that didn’t stop his erection from pressing into the the area between her thighs. He knew that he had to garner all the control he could muster and get her off him before . . .
    But then he enjoyed kissing her, devouring her mouth, mating hungrily with it. And he liked the way her soft hips were cradling his thighs and how her body was rubbing sensuously against him, making his erection just that much harder.
    Closing his eyes, he felt a rush of heat flare to his groin and knew he had to stop her before things got too out of hand. He groaned deep in his throat and after opening his eyes he flipped over, pinning her beneath him. “Behave, Christy,” he quietly ordered her.
    She ignored him and darted her tongue out to insert it inside his mouth, moving it around and around, driving him mad with desire in the process. He quickly pulled back. “I said stop it!”
    She suddenly went still and her gaze clashed with his and he knew the aggressive and violent behavior had set in. She glared at him. “I want you, Alex. Make love to me.”
    He knew that tomorrow she wouldn’t remember a thing about tonight, but he refused to take advantage of her that way. “No.”
    She met his gaze. “Kiss me then,” she whispered, looking straight into his