Trey turned and sought her mouth, thrusting his tongue inside so he could taste himself, his flavor mingled with hers. He didn't know if he'd ever be able to move again, or even if he wanted to.
At last his heart slowed to an acceptable rhythm, but the shrill beep of the cell phone broke the sense of languid sensuality. Casey reached over to get it and handed it to him. While he answered, she rearranged her clothing then sat listening.
Trey eyed the phone for a long moment then punched Talk.
"Hello?"
"My wife said some man who sounded like hell was chasing him called here." Max Rider's smooth Georgia drawl, with a touch of humor, rolled through the connection. "She said he told her he was Trey Haggerty but I said, naw, Trey never breaks a sweat about anything."
"Yeah, well, it's me. T
