I glanced up from my phone and watched as Jodi strolled into the kitchen, wearing a new pair of gold strappy sandals and a colorful dress that stopped an inch above her knees. I’d been at the store when she picked this outfit out.
“I wasn’t complaining when you were on the phone last night with Patience for two hours.”
Laughing, she moved to stand directly in front of me, reaching around my body to grab her cup of coffee. “Jealous.”
“Two hours is too long to talk to anyone.”Except me,my mind shouted.
She grinned as she swallowed. “Patience was telling me about the latest book she read and how the kids were doing at school. Those types of conversations take time.”
I frowned on the outside, but something inside of me smiled at the fact that she and my cousin’s wife had become friends so quickly. They talked to one another on average about once a week.
“You can have those calls during the day while I’m at work.”
She let out a laugh. “While I’m at home, pretending to be your housewife or something?” She let out another chuckle as if the thought were ridiculous.
I, on the other hand, countered with, “What’s wrong with that?”
She paused the motion of lifting the coffee mug to her mouth. Tilting her head to the side, she stared at me with thatget seriousexpression.
My heart pounded in my chest at my realization of what I’d just said. The gravity of my words fell to the pit of my stomach like a bag of bricks. Yet, there was no desire for me to retract them.
Finally, Jodi let out a snicker, shaking her head before sipping from her mug. “Three months, remember?” she announced after swallowing. “That’s gone down to a little over three weeks.” She frowned. “We still haven’t figured out who killed my grandfather.”
I desired to get back to our original topic and tell her to extend her three month time period. It was only the strained look in those hazel orbs that kept me from dismissing her comment.
“We’ll find the son of a bitch.”
“How? We haven’t had any leads since we got back into town from talking with Amy’s foster mother. That was weeks ago. What if we don’t solve this?”
“We’re working on it,” I implored, taking her face into both of my hands. I overlooked the thumping in my chest that reminded me I was lying to her face by withholding information. Jodi believed we hadn’t learned anything new, but I knew we were closing in. I hadn’t even divulged to her that the bastard who’d attacked her was dead. I stilled my concerns by reminding myself that I’d let her know eventually. Once this case was solved, I could tell her all the details.
She’d be more relieved by then that the entire thing had come to a close to worry about the fact that I’d held information from her.
That’s what I told myself as I brought her face to mine, anyway.
“We’ve got this covered. Your grandfather’s killer will be caught and will pay for what he did. Including having someone break in your home and attack you.” My only regret as I kissed Jodi was still that I hadn’t been the one to end Nathan Lane’s life.
Chapter Thirty
“Oh, oh, oh!”
I gasped as I awoke to the incredibly beautiful pressure building between my legs. My legs were spread apart and hoisted over Micah’s broad shoulders while I laid on my back. I couldn’t tell if this were a supremely realistic dream or if Micah awakened me in the middle of the night with his face between my legs. Fantasy or not, at that moment, it didn’t fucking matter.
I yelled out his name repeatedly when his hot tongue made its way into my cavern. The heat from his mouth was searing, and I lifted my hips, trying to seek out more of what he was offering.
Micah’s hands ran down the lengths of the backs of my thighs, leaving a trail of tingles as they went. He lengthened his arm, reaching for my hands. Prying my fingers from the sheets, he intertwined our fingers together. Somehow this move brought my hips even lower, giving him even more access to my pussy.
“I th-think you’re tr-trying to k-kill me,” I stuttered, either seeking to encourage him to keep going or somehow make him take pity on my body and cease with the sexual assault. It almost felt like too much. But my body betrayed my mind, as it hungered for more.
More stimulation from his tongue.
More tickles on the inners of my thighs from his beard.
And more of him.
My pelvis raised on its own volition, reaching for its climax. My man delivered by making my clitoris his personal playtoy.
“I’m coming,” I screeched, sounding like some kind of wounded animal. My entire body tightened. Every pleasurable feeling one could imagine coursed through the nerve endings on my body. Pure bliss bounded through me.
