The Torello brothers had done a fantastic job of softening up the supposedly hardened criminal that had taken the shot at Red the day before.
Red had to admit, if only to himself, he was surprised that Tom had not taken the shot. He was more surprised Tom hired such an inept sniper.
On the other hand. Tom could be fucking with him. Was that his subtle way of telling Liz, even Red could be taken down, or was there even more to it than that?
Reddington was getting a headache thinking about the possibilities so he ended the uncertainty, by turning his would-be assassin over to the trusting, capable hands of the Torello brothers.
It was one less worry off his plate.
Liz was doing face time with her team, as had become her norm so Red left her to her own devices. While he caught upon correspondences and the Estate bills.
A day like every other day, except this one was filled with stolen kisses and long embraces before one or the other was called away for whatever reason.
When Elizabeth was done with her team, Cooper surprised her with a monumental announcement, at least to the woman.
The Assistant Director for the Behavioral Analysis Unit had requested that she profile for them, at least until her medical leave was over.
Considering she was indisposed for a yet to be determined time frame, perhaps she could help lessen the workload that had piled up on them in the wake of losing two agents. One to maternity leave, the other to retirement.
Liz had jumped at the opportunity of course, pleased to feel productive again.
She still had to be on call for the Blacklist first and foremost, but the BAU's cases, compared to what they had been dealing with at the Blacksite, would be a piece of cake.
She could do this.
Liz excitedly went to tell Red her news and was pleased that he was happy for her. He had not only understood, he was very supportive.
"I think it will be good for you, sweetheart." Red encouraged wholeheartedly. "I need to speak to you about something."
She sat aside the file she had been carrying, turning her attention to him, waiting patiently.
"You haven't found a house yet, have you?" He asked the rhetorical question.
"Uh, no." she frowned, "I've been looking, but–"
"Wait, before you read something into what I'm saying." Red forestalled her. "I wanted to make sure you hadn't found anything before I offered my proposal."
"All right..." she was hesitant, not knowing where this was headed.
"Since we've been established here at this house and you have taken a liking to Francis," he began, "I think you should just stay here."
"Red, that's very nice of you but I can't just–"
"Listen to me." he halted her protest. "We're supposed to be engaged, Francis visits frequently. If you move out now..."
"Oh! Right..." That would pose a problem to their 'cover'. "I see what you mean."
"I thought, whenever Francis is here, I'd make an appearance." he had given this much thought. "Otherwise, I'll just be at one of the Safehouses."
"Why can't you just stay here?" she frowned. "It's not like there isn't enough room."
"Sweetheart, I haven't even taken you on a date yet." Red smiled. "Don't you think I should do that before shacking up with you?"
"I think you're being silly, quite honestly." she replied honestly. "We've managed well enough this last month without killing each other. Unless there's some problem you aren't telling me about."
"Elizabeth, I just want to give you space." Red stated seriously. "Look, we'll go on a couple dates, then open this back up for discussion."
"And you?" she questioned quietly. "Where will you stay?"
"I'll be close by," she was assured. "Very close..." his face took on a quiet intensity. "Will you invite me over for a play date?"
Liz's eyes shifted slowly. "What kind of 'play' are we talking about?"
"Leap frog..." Red's eyes twinkled, "see, it's where you bend over and I get behind you and–"
"I get the picture." Liz sighed, instantly visualizing what the man had said. A bubble of laughter escaped her otherwise dour mood.
Red's expression was total innocence when she checked.
"If this thing between us doesn't work out," the woman's face fell a little as Red continued, "we'll find you a new place, all your own."
"And if we work out?" she was ready for the challenge.
"Then we can make this our home or find a new one together." he was open to compromise. "Stay where your heart is, Lizzy." he suggested. "That will be your home."
The sound of Francis' voice floated their way, alerting Red, he needed to depart for his meeting.
"I better get back to my files," Liz sighed, offering the man a gentle kiss.
"Lizzy..." Red said, causing the woman to hesitate in her steps.
Liz smiled happily as the man inched closer, wrapping his arms around her waist. Red nuzzled her neckline, softly kissing the warm skin. She released a breathy giggle, leaning into his affection.
"Is seven all right for tonight?" his breath scent tiny shivers down her spine.
"...Yes." she sighed, arching into his touch. Liz inhaled sharply, feeling the man's tongue flick against her heated skin. Clutching his back, she lifted bodily, his warm mouth stirring her emotions amorously.
Red's own emotions stirred, and he could not prevent his hand from cupping the luscious bottom.
He thoroughly enjoyed the woman's slight moan of approval as his fingers spread searchingly about the ripe young flesh.
Pulling the woman into his thigh, Red grinned when she rubbed against him, trying to ease the sudden ache he had purposely caused.
He squeezed the tiny cheek once, curving his fingers inward, just teasing the seam of her pants.
"Your wounds," she reminded breathlessly, her ass squirming in his palm. "I mean, your leg..." she mewed softly when the man pushed her harder into his leg, increasing the ache between her thighs.
"Are you questioning my health or my abilities?" he challenged openly, his eyes holding hers hypnotically.
"You aren't hurting?" she frowned up at him.
"Oh, I'm hurting." he pacified readily. "Make no mistake about that. But it has nothing to do with my wounds." he assured. "I promised you a date, and a date is what you shall receive... among other things."
He heard footsteps coming down the hall, his mouth quirking slightly at Liz's obvious disappointment.
"I'm going to make a quick call, then leave with Francis for about an hour." he disengaged himself artfully.
"All right..." she smiled up at the man as Dembe pushed through the door.
Red kissed the woman, patting her bottom in a more than friendly fashion which caused Liz to chastize him with a look, if for appearances sake only.
"Could you tell Francis I'll be out shortly?" he asked sweetly.
She nodded, heading for the door, glancing back at the man, finding him staring at her bottom.
Liz exhaled shakily, feeling the wetness between her legs increase. She pulled up short just outside the door, blowing out a steadying breath. She winced slightly, squeezing her thighs together, staving off her sudden spike of renewed arousal.
She really hoped they'd make love soon, because these petting sessions were driving her insane.
Elizabeth transferred her gaze back and forth a hundred times, having made her choices for tonight's special occasion.
She shook her head negatively suddenly hating every article of clothing she owned. She stepped once, selecting a long gown only to hang it back in its original spot.
She dropped her head into the dresser, her frustration complete. She tugged at the radio on her hip, hesitatingly rubbing her thumb over the call button, before finally pushing it.
"Silas, could you come here for a minute?" she asked hesitantly.
"Copy..." the man returned immediately.
A short moment later, she heard tapping on the main door and the guard call out her name.
"I'm in the closet!" she shouted back.
Silas walked around the door frame, chuckling. "Are you trying to tell me something?" he smirked.
"Shut up and help me." she grumbled her dissension, waving over her wardrobe selections. "Please." she added as an afterthought, hoping to buy the man's good grace.
"Do I look like I read Cosmo?" he folded his arms, leaning into the doorframe. His look saying it all.
"No," she turned away, running her fingers along the satin of her robe, "but you are a guy." she lifted a warning gaze, scowling at the man. "Don't make me look trashy."
Silas studied her for a long beat. "You're nervous." She had expected him to be amused, but his expression was a somber one.
"Yes." she admitted. "I mean, it's been years since I've..." she felt the pressure of the moment acutely, "with Tom," she thought how to phrase it, "the fanciest I got was a new sweatshirt."
Silas shifted his eyes for a beat, sizing up the situation. She wanted the night to be memorable.
"Show me what you got." his decision was cast.
Liz turned quickly, before the man's patience wore out, holding up each choice against her small frame.
She sighed wearily, feeling her mood drop with each dress he vetoed. She looked back at her choices which were dwindling quickly.
"No, that one's too long." Silas grimaced his distaste.
She sat it back in line with a finality, tears misting her eyes.
"What's wrong with that little black one there?" Silas jabbed his finger at the one in question.
"It's a little low cut for dinner, isn't it?" she hadn't even considered it to be honest.
"No," he stated bluntly and at her doubtful look, "I'm not bullshitting you." and he wasn't. "It's pretty modest for where you're going." he assured.
Liz looked at the dress, indecision in her features.
"You want Red to make a move on you?" he asked seriously.
"W-Well... I.." Liz stumbled over the question, let alone the answer. Why was it people around here were so blunt in their observations and statements? "Yeah, I guess."
"Then wear that one," it was advised. "It'll give him easy access." Silas took the dress off the rack, holding it up to her body himself. "It's low cut and short, so it won't be in his way when he–"
"Yes, yes. I know all that." She stopped the narrative abruptly.
The man grinned as her nervousness turned into vexation. He leaned back into the wall, watching her flitter around grabbing shoes, nylons...
"Why are you so nervous?" he asked. "It's not like you haven't done this... done him... before." the man grinned at his own wit. But to his surprise, the woman's brow did not furrow in annoyance, but open concern.
He stopped grinning, shifting his tall frame upright, his amazement apparent. "You two haven't..."
She held up a hand, "Why does everyone think it's okay to," she halted abruptly, licking her lips which were suddenly dry. "Oh, what the hell...No."
To say she was nervous about sleeping with Red was a damned understatement. She had only been with less than a handful of men. And Red... he had a damn Harem of women after him.
She didn't think she was all that bad in bed, but how would she rate among his other lovers?
She could feel the pressure returning with a vengeance, but couldn't push aside the pure exhilaration of experiencing the man.
She found herself in quite the little quandary.
"Taking things slow, eh?" Silas shrugged, giving her an out and breaking the tension. "That's fun too." he grin had returned slowly.
Liz cocked her head, intent on the man's every utterance.
"The anticipation has its rewards." Silas stated simply. "Especially when you get to be our age." he explained. "Nothing surprises us anymore. Nothing shocks us." he continued. "So the build up, the challenge... it gets us off."
"What do you mean." the woman was suddenly more than very interested.
"Foreplay, the suspense of what you'll feel and taste like. How you'll react when he fucks you..." that is very much on his mind. He's fucking aching to take you." Silas smiled knowingly. "He's holding back for you, but he's also enjoying the hell out of the chase."
"God, I hope so..." she breathed her anxiousness aside. "You think?" she asked hopefully.
"I know." It was corrected stoutly. "Everyone he's been with is so quick to fuck, gives it up too easily..." Silas did not judge the women, merely stated the facts. "There's no intrigue. No challenge."
Liz's mood heightened a tad. "Really?"
"When you deny him a little bit, make him have to play the game, it's rewarding." he said. "If you make Red get to the point where the urge to throw you against a wall becomes a need." he explained. "He'll enjoy the hell out of that." he spread his hands widely. "He's been enjoying the little touches you two have been sharing, the flirtation, the build up."
"Are you creeping around in the shadows or something?" she instantly regretted the retort. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that, keep saying things."
"You two were making out in the hallway earlier before he left." It was reminded.
Oh, right. They had been. She had forgotten they were where everyone could see them.
"With that said, he doesn't expect me to put out..." she grumbled. "In fact, I think he would rather I didn't on a first date." she worried her hands. "So I think if I did push for more..."
"And you really want to push for more." Silas assumed correctly when the woman cast him a full flush of her cheeks.
"If it makes you feel any better, this technically isn't your first date." Again, an out was offered. "You two had something going on long before this, you just had to get your shit together." he put it in an eggshell. "This is just your official first date."
"What's the difference?" Liz was not only lost, she was feeling a growing trepidation.
"Red just wants to make sure you have no questions as to his intentions towards you." Silas explained. "By asking you to dinner, it just signifies that you're officially dating." he shook his head at such innocence. "He's staking his claim, as it were."
Liz's mouth gaped a little, understanding dawning on her. "Oh..."
"Shit..." the man bitched when the radio on his hip squawked. He answered the call, his eyes lifting to the woman. He would have to take the call, it was understood.
"Look, let me just say this..." he smiled at the woman. "Red won't turn you down. But the tease does hold its merits. Consider it foreplay."
"Thank you, Silas." she nodded her thanks, smiling softly. "For everything..."
She hadn't thought about it like that. And she should have, being a woman. Foreplay was a good thing.
So maybe what Silas said held some merit after all.
Unless he was screwing with Red, which the man was known to do. Her doubts resurfaced hastily enough.
But as she replayed the conversation in her head, the man had truly seemed to be putting her at ease. Offering sound advice as he knew it.
Liz set about getting ready for a very eventful night, hopefully. She was a little more secure in her choice of dress now.
But more importantly, she pushed aside her decision to have a 'game plan'. She intended to sit back and enjoy the ride, where ever it took them.
Elizabeth studied her reflection in the mirror for the hundredth time, checking on her hair and makeup.
Her eyes were constantly drawn to the inexplicable box of condoms which had been left on her night stand. Silas must have brought them in when she was getting ready, leaving them in plain view. Like an idiot.
"But it never hurts to be prepared, right?" she muttered to herself, hastily ripping the box open, dropping one inside her purse.
She sat the box down, closing the latch on her bag, looking back down at the box.
"Oh, what the hell." she impulsively grabbed the object spilling its full contents into her purse. She started visibly, not to mention guiltily, hearing a knock at the door.
"Come in!" she called out cheerfully, dropping the box, kicking it under the bed as she snapped her purse closed.
Red suddenly stood there, larger than life, his eyes slowly scanning her attire. A sensual sweep started at her feet lifting agonizingly slow.
"You look rather..." the man's tongue rolled along his lips, his eyes sweeping her form once more, "... delectable."
Elizabeth looked down at herself on the sly, breathing a little sigh of relief that her tightening nipples were hidden under the lace of her dress.
"Thank you," she smiled softly. "You look very handsome... as usual."
And he did. The gleaming band of his watch seemed startling against the classic dark suit, crisp white shirt and bold geometric tie in dark blue. A blue that seemed to darken the hue of his eyes.
Though... upon closer inspection, perhaps it wasn't the tie, perhaps it was the intensity of the look he was giving her, causing his eyes to seemingly change colors. With each passing sweep of those penetrating orbs, the pupils of his eyes seemed to darkened almost hypnotically.
Red allowed her a release from the carnal trance he wove, slowly stepping towards her.
She felt like prey being hunted by a hungered beast... and didn't mind one bit.
Liz knew she should take exception to such behavior, but the reality of it was, she had never felt more like a woman.
Silas had been right, she felt amazing in this dress. There was something wickedly sinful that brought out the feminine side of her, one she had never explored before.
She often had envied Samar her beauty and self poise but tonight, she could admit if only to herself, that she actually felt sexy and beautiful too.
And the man's appreciative gaze did nothing to belie that belief.
"For you..." he replied smoothly, holding up a small bouquet of orange roses.
Liz's face lit with pleasure, taking the small gift. She took in the fragrant bouquet, inhaling the divine scent.
"Thank you..." she smiled up at the man, "they're beautiful."
"Shall we?" Red gestured to the door.
She took his arm, leaving the quiet of their bedroom.
Liz tried to contain the excitement bubbling inside her. Surely, the man could feel it course through her body.
They were finally taking the first steps on their new journey... together.
Silas must die a slow and painful death, Red decided. Just like he was at the moment.
He just knew the man had something to do with that dress Liz had picked the evening.
Little subtle hints invaded his thoughts, like when they had exited the house, the head guard's big shit eating grin when he had seen the woman. And Silas' suddenly innocent expression when Red had thrown him an, I'll get you for this, if it's the last thing I do, look.
Red's eyes drifted to the swishing little derriere as Liz walked before him down the well lit pathway. That dress was suddenly his most favorite thing in the entire universe.
It was low cut and short... giving him easy access to every part of that pretty package, should he want it.
And God, did he want it.
Every part of him cried out in distress because... he wanted it.
Red held out his hand, pleased when she took it without hesitation, following his footsteps unquestioningly to the two seated Mercedes in the driveway, its engine purring like a kitten.
Liz had been wanting to take a ride in the sleek car. She showed her appreciation with Red's choice by an enthusiastic squeeze of his hand, her expression allowing her delight.
"Oh, I love this car." he was so fortunate to own such a treasure.
Red opened the door, helping her into the low seat. He got more than a tantalizing view of the warm valley between her legs before the woman could modestly pull the short dress down somewhat over the creamy thighs.
He straightened with difficulty, his dick reacting to the sight before taking his place on the opposite side of the car.
As they approached the moving gate, she glanced over her shoulder, checking behind them.
"We're going alone?" she was stunned.
"Yes," Red confirmed. "I've had enough interruptions for a while," he threw her a cautionary glance, "...you?"
"Agreed." she smiled, settling back into her seat.
Throughout the drive, Red had to check himself habitually to keep from instinctively laying hands on the exposed thigh.
As they sat down to dinner, his eyes had focused on the deliciously displayed breasts and long legs wrapped in silky nylon...
Throughout the meal, he found himself enraptured by her good humor and animated delivery of any story told. Some of her college experiences were downright amusing. He had not known much about that period of her life because Tom entered it.
Several times that evening, he enjoyed the flush on her cheeks as he purposely focused his entire attention on the woman. He loved how her eyes lit when she laughed. That laugh... he loved that laugh. She had the sweetest giggle when she was truly tickled. And a throaty breathless chuckle, to which he was becoming quickly addicted.
Finally their dessert plates were taken away, their glasses refilled one last time. Red knew at that stage, he truly didn't want the evening to end.
He could not prevent his hands from gravitating towards her person. He needed to touch her, somehow, someway and in their present situation it was the only 'decent' mode of contact afforded him.
Not that he did not make it personal, he did. He caressed and stroked the warm palm intimately.
And even in the midst of the playful stories and dramatic sagas... with which she regaled him, he made sure that she was aware of his presence as a male. And in the end, he knew Lizzy's hands as well as he knew his own.
She had a little freckle on her thumb and a tiny scar on the other. Her nails were smooth under his own fingers, the polish slick and even. She had a slight callous on her right index finger, most likely from handling her weapon.
And when he held her hand in both of his, it vanished completely.
Red consciously played with her ring, rubbing his thumbs over the large stone, watching the woman's eyes grow heavy.
He lifted the small palm of her hand to his mouth, softly kissing the sensitive skin, hearing her breathing falter.
He couldn't help but wonder what her hands would feel like on his body.
"Are you ready to go, sweetheart?" he knew he was. He wanted out of the suddenly stifling atmosphere. He wanted to be alone with the woman, clear and simple.
Elizabeth shook out of the trance like state the man had placed her in, breaking her gaze on Red's mouth as her softly kissed her hand.
She looked at the clock on the wall, surprised as hell to find three hours had passed since they sat down.
Three hours had passed so quickly and pleasantly.
They walked from the restaurant, hands still clasped. She could feel the heat of the slightly callused palm against hers.
"It's so pretty out tonight." she smiled up at the tall buildings surrounding them. "It's difficult to see any stars in town."
"It is." he agreed, smiling down at her happy face.
She leaned into the car door, delaying the inevitable as long as she could. "Do we have to go home right now?"
"No..." he muttered softly, "I wasn't planning on taking you home. Elizabeth."
"I've had a really nice time..." her tone lowered, matching his.
They stood quietly, listening to the city move forward around them. The people and the sights blind to the two lost in their quiet solitude.
Tenderly brushing away the soft strands of hair caught by the wind, Red intently focused on the woman, lost in his own personal thoughts for a moment. He smiled gently realizing she was staring silently up at him, waiting.
Red blinked, breaking the stalemate, reaching around her to open the door before taking his own seat behind the wheel.
"I had planned to take you to a play," he began, "but upon reflection, I find I would rather have you all to myself."
The woman's cheeks flushed in delight, "That sounds about right." she was past being coy for the moment.
He pulled the sporty car out of the parking lot, taking to the streets quickly, until they hit the Interstate. He flew down the highway, slipping further and further from the city until the roads were tree lined and the stars came out, twinkling brilliantly against the black sky.
Red drove silently for a spell allowing the woman to take in the beautiful night sky. He pulled the car into a hidden alcove off to the side of the small two lane highway upon which they drove.
Liz questioned his actions, but did not object to them.
"I need to talk to you." the man shut the car down, turning in his seat.
"By my calculations," she interrupted hastily, "we've had a little over four dates." she held up her fingers to signify, the ring shimmering in the distant light of the moon.
Red was a little thrown, going with the flow however. "...All right." he wasn't sure where she was heading.
"We've been to dinner, made out a couple of times..." she ticked the items off. "All very date type activities, yes?"
"I suppose you could say that, yes." Red agreed, still a little in the dark. He hadn't thought about it, but he guessed there were some instances in New York that could have been considered dates.
"After our discussion in the laundry room," he stated just as bluntly, "I was under the assumption that you were open to more." he shifted more comfortably in the seat, facing her more squarely. "Which is what I wanted to talk to you about."
"You do want to have sex with me, don't you?" she had gathered her courage, forging ahead.
The man hesitated visibly, then tackled the problem head on. "Yes, I do. Very much." his eyes held hers easily.
"Don't typical couples have sex on the third date?" She hid her trembling fingers from sight, her façade of sophistication wearing thin under the constant scrutiny he offered.
"I... suppose so." he allowed.
"Then why haven't we?" she blurted.
"I didn't want you to feel rushed." he told the truth, finding her candor refreshing.
"Well, I don't feel that." The woman beamed her relief, crawling across the seat, sitting in his lap.
Red stiffened slightly, the heat emanating from her center feeling deliciously arousing on his instantly stiffening shaft. It didn't help in the least that the woman was squirming excitedly about, eager to share her point of view.
"I would very much like to have sex with you." Liz was so happy to finally say the words out loud, to share them with the man.
She tightened her thigh around his leg, rubbing intimately into his zipper. Red quickly caught the small curve of her ass, stilling her movement before he lost his focus completely.
"Just to be clear, you are ready to make love..." the man got things back on track, he hoped, clarifying his original intent, "to be completely committed to one another?"
"I am," She replied quietly. "I would love to do more... be more."
"How much more Elizabeth." his tone was semi-stern as was his gaze.
"I don't understand." she frowned slightly.
"So I'm understood, without question, " he reached, lifting her left hand into view, "I want this..." he held up her finger, the diamond gleaming in the low light, "at some point. With you."
Liz's mouth fell agape, her eyes widening with shock.
"I want to make a life with you Elizabeth." he continued. "I want you to belong to me. In every way possible." he was more than firm on the matter. "If you don't have that end goal in sight, or aren't at least open to it..." he swallowed heavily, "I don't think I can do this."
Liz was stunned. She hadn't expected this, at all.
He laced his fingers through hers, pleased to feel her squeeze his hand in return, if nothing else.
"I want to be that one person you turn to, Lizzy." he explained. "I would love more than anything in the world to be your friend, confidant, lover, eventually... your husband."
He fell silent, just as she had been over the last few minutes , feeling his heart hammer harder in his chest each minute that passed and she remained that way.
But judging by her expression, she hadn't expected this revelation, at all. She had a lot to process, so he gave her that time.
Her career, what she'd worked for, was in jeopardy. He wasn't what she dreamed of, he was sure, when she thought of her future lover or dare he say it, husband. She was younger than he. She might be thinking of having a family one day, could he provide her with that.
Her very way of life could turn upside down, just because of any decision cast this night.
And he knew it.
And after Tom, would she want to get involved permanently with... another criminal. And one as notorious as Red Reddington.
Fuck... He hadn't quite taken that into consideration, because he knew why he was in this predicament.
She didn't.
To have an affair with him was one thing. They could keep it low key.
But what he wanted? Commitment. She'd have to take a huge leap of faith to get involved with him. And that was a fate, he wouldn't wish on anyone.
"Okay..." she inclined her head almost regally.
Red raised his eyes, locking on to hers. "Okay... what?" he was totally lost after such a long break.
"I would like to work towards the same goals." Liz confirmed her feelings on the matter.
God... his fingers curved tightly into the steering wheel, his knuckles white from the exertion.
She had actually fucking said it.
"If you're still offering?" she looked uncertain for a moment, wondering if he had second thoughts. She had been quiet for so long, maybe he had...
"Most assuredly," he confirmed. "Are you certain Elizabeth?" he questioned her rationale. "I know you must have some reservations."
"If you're referring to my work or Tom." she hesitated, sensing, "I'm not going to explain this very well without it sounding–"
"Just say it, Elizabeth. I'll follow along well enough." he hastened her words.
"First and foremost," she began, "I know Tom was probably one of the first things you had come to mind. That I wouldn't want to get involved with you because of him."
"Yes," he admitted as much.
"Big difference between you two." she had come to realize. "I know that even if you don't think I do."
"As for work," she twisted her mouth slightly aggravated, "I'll just tell everyone to mind their own damned business." she said quietly. "How about what I want? And that is, quite frankly... you."
She placed her finger to his lips to halt his intended rebuttal. "A career is a wonderful thing, but it doesn't keep me warm at night, it doesn't hold me, kiss me or make love to me." she whispered. "But you can..."
"Yes Elizabeth, I can." he replied just as quietly.
"Then give me those things." she leaned towards him provocatively. "A career lasts a short while, but what you're offering," she brushed her lips against his, "...can last a lifetime."
Red cupped her face, finally seeing the truth in her eyes.
Elizabeth wanted this, just as much as he did. He kissed her softly, letting what she just said, settle in his mind.
He pulled back, staring at the beautiful blues eyes, then nodded minutely, his decision cast.
Running his hand along the small curve of her ass, he reached around her, starting the car.
The woman frowned critically as the man helped her slide back over into her seat, "Where are we going?" she was more than vexed. Silas had promised this would work.
Red backed out of their makeshift parking space, heading for their original destination.
"Somewhere private." he stated, taking her hand.