“Tell me, please,” she whispered. “I just want to know and then get back to you holding me.”
Damn, the woman did me in.
I began telling her everything the guys had found out. That her husband had been linked to some very bad people, doing their books, and just as she thought, had started stealing from them, shuffling the money through her parents' business. It was most likely what got him killed. That was all stuff she’d figured out.
So far she was calm, but then I had to bring up her parents and tears started to leak from her eyes. I hated dredging up their deaths. Deaths we found out were ruled a break in that had gone bad. And the search for more answers and suspects pretty much was buried with them, as well as her husband.
What was scary was the cover up at the station. There was nothing showing that my girl ever walked in there and spoke with anyone. So whoever intercepted her outside had plans for her and as Braxton had said, she was lucky to have escaped. A shudder went through her when I explained to her just how deep the corruption probably went.
At one point in the meeting, Kace had even said he wouldn’t be surprised if politicians or more respected people were involved in some way. With the girls being shifted through the city, prostituted out, and sold, it was likely.
When I got to this, the part where I told her what the guys her husband had worked with and stolen from did, she started shaking uncontrollably and I knew it was time to stop talking. I stood, picked her up off the bed and walked with her in my arms into the bathroom.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Getting a bath ready for you so you can relax,” I told her as I set her feet down on the soft mat in front of the tub.
Her arms were still looped around my neck and she brought her body around so we were face to face. I peered down into her shimmering green eyes. Her tears had stopped but moisture still glistened there. And then her globes darkened and she went up on her tiptoes, bringing her mouth closer to my ear.
“I’ve got a better idea,” she said huskily.
Her warm breath flitted over my skin and my cock jumped in my sweats.
Capri pulled back, letting go of the hold she had on me and stepped around me, away from the tub. I turned, intending on following her and froze as she stripped her white cami over her head. After reaching in, she flipped on the shower, pulled back the curtain and turned to face me.
I almost swallowed my tongue.
“Being around you helps me relax. So join me?” Her hands went to the side of her sleep shorts and she ever so slowly pushed them, along with her panties, down her gloriously, beautiful legs.
When did the semi-shy, sweet woman turn into a seductress?I wondered.
“Please,” she whispered as she straightened and my gaze took in her form.
Capri was the most exquisite woman I’d ever laid eyes on. Perfect tits, shapely, long legs, curvaceous hips, and smoothe, olive-colored skin, along with a voluptuous ass.
Simply put, she was irresistible.
She pulled back the curtain and stepped in, her eyes imploring me to join her. I went about stripping off my sweats which were the only article of clothing I had on.
As I moved her way, she smiled and then her gaze dropped to my dick that was growing by leaps and bounds. When her eyes widened and she licked her upper lip, I was instantly at full mast. When I stepped in, closing the curtain behind me, her head snapped up to my face. Her stare was full of heated desire.
I shimmied as close to her as I could and wrapped a hand around the nape of her neck. “Are you sure about this?” I wasn’t sure what exactly I was asking but this could go about anywhere. We’d been circling around it for a month now.
She nodded her head.
“I need words, darlin’.”
Her hand slipped between us, resting on my stomach, causing my muscles to tense. “I’m positive. I not only want you, Pax, but I need you so damn much.” Then her palm slid south and she wrapped her hand around my cock, pumping it a couple times.
My hips pushed forward into her touch automatically and my eyes closed in ecstasy as she grew bolder in her exploration. If I didn’t stop her I would blow my load like a teenager during his first sexual encounter. But it did feel like a first with Capri. Everything felt new because of how I felt about her.
Stepping back a bit, she lost her grip on me and I planted my hands on her hips. I spun her around to face away from me. “Hands on the wall, sweetheart.”
When she complied, I pressed my body right up against her and slipped my hand around her front, sliding it down her flat stomach straight to the promised land. My fingers parted her folds and then flicked across her clit, before I sunk one digit inside of her.
Capri’s head fell back against my shoulder and she moaned. I slid another finger in. The sounds and the way her hips rotated against my touch fueled me on. She tensed, mewled, and in minutes of playing her like a fiddle, her first orgasm shook her body.
“Next time I want to feel you on my cock and look straight into your eyes,” I said in her ear.
