Unwritten by Tressie Lockwood

lengthened in the room. She realized they had made love without a condom, but she never went off the pill after she’d gone back on it at his suggestion. She didn’t feel like reassuring him at the moment, because it would dredge up old hurts.
    “You can lay on my chest if you want.”
    She hesitated, and then rolled into the crook under his arm. The top of her head fit so right in the hollow at the spot between his neck and shoulder. His arm circled her shoulders. They were as awkward as two teenagers getting it on for the first time, and she covered a grin. Evie laid at Kian’s side, her emotions a whirlwind. She knew soon enough he’d begin questioning her about Anthony to learn more about him. Two years ago, when the FBI learned of his activities, Kian had called her to tell her he had some questions about her cousin. He’d asked Brad to wait for him, but his hotshot best friend had something to prove, and to everyone’s surprise, Anthony had shot him at point blank range in the chest. Brad never had a chance, and all of a sudden, the FBI was looking at her. Leading the pack was her heartbroken husband, and she’d never been so alone. While in many ways, this situation was different, it felt the same, her standing by herself and the one person she needed most on the opposite side.
    She rolled over so her back faced him, and pulled her knees up. Deep, steadying breaths helped the emotional roller coaster to slow rather than create a derailment. The bed springs creaked, and she figured Kian rose to go get cleaned up so he could get back to work, but she felt his warmth just before his arms encircled her waist. He spooned her ass and reached to pull the sheet over the two of them. His hand slid along her hip, and he pushed a knee between hers. She raised her leg, and his cock glided into her pussy. She moaned. His hand found her breast. She arched, pushing her ass into his groin, loving the feel of his thrusts. He pumped deep, pulled back, and drove in again. Just like before, he wasn’t rough or fast. He took it slow, and she took all he had to offer. When he moved to stroke her clit, she let him, gasping at the pleasure he gave. Her orgasm came quick, and she dropped her head onto his shoulder, shaking until it was done.
    He continued to grind against her ass. She squeezed her internal muscles to massage his shaft and give him ultimate pleasure. Reaching behind him, she stroked his ass and pulled him close. His hand spasmed on her breast, and his sigh heated her earlobe. Still, he didn’t come for a long, wonderful time, and then they fell asleep together.

Chapter Five
     
    Kian was gone when Evie woke the next morning. The fact didn’t surprise her. He’d made love to her in the gentlest of ways for half the night, probably shirking his responsibilities, and then rose after a delicious kiss and a command to stay put and rest. She showered and dressed, then went to find something to eat. The empty tuna container sat in the sink, and she shook her head that he hadn’t washed it out. Well, at least she’d been able to feed him. He could think of her when he ate his sandwich, but that meant she needed to figure out something else to eat. Breakfast food had never appealed.
    A message dinged on her phone, and her stomach tightened, but Kian’s name appeared. “I had to go in. We have a lead. We can talk about last night and about the code later.”
    She texted back simply, “Okay.”
    He wrote again. “I have to send an agent to take you to get your clothes.”
    “I understand. Thanks.”
    Evie made a cheeseburger for herself and found chips in the cabinet and added those to her plate. Sweet tea rounded out her late morning breakfast, and she sat in the living room watching mindless TV, bored. Then she figured the agent might be hungry, so she’d fix him something to eat. She stood and then realized she had no idea when the guy would show up. At the same instant, a key sounded in the lock, and her heart