She flops back against the pillows and smiles up at me languorously.
“You put up a good argument, Ricci,” she says. I give her a tight smile. Maybe this will be the way to keep her safe with me until I can get rid of Whitlock. Fuck her senseless all day. It seems to be the only way to get through to her.
I turn back to the kitchen, where the scent of Ma Rosa’s ossobuco is now almost overwhelming. As I check the casserole dish, my phone vibrates on the kitchen counter nearby.
“Reed?” I frown.
“Just thought I’d let you know our man’s pinged our radar again.”
Yes!
“And?” I stir the pot, then taste. It’s almost as good as Rosa’s, for sure.
“His social security number popped up at a private clinic near Bay Shore.”
“What? Isn’t that in Long Island?” I set the spoon down, focusing on the call. “Why wouldn’t he have left the country completely?” And why use his own details to go for medical care, I wonder. “Did they say what he was there for?” Surely if he’d been injured in that gunfight, we’d have found out sooner than now?
“Not entirely sure, but get this… The place specializes in plastic surgery. We’re going to do some digging and see what comes up. I’ll keep you posted.”
I end the call and lean against the kitchen counter, mulling this over.
What the fuck is that man up to now?
Chapter 14
Andy Carter
Iwake up in the early hours of the morning…horny. Of course I am. It’s been like this since the first day back. Hormones, maybe? Or maybe knowing he’s so close. Knowing how well he can play the tune my body craves. This goddamn insatiable vagina of mine needs to get a grip. It’s been driving me mad.
And now he’s stretched out right next to me, the sheet draped low across his lean hips. He’s lit by moonglow and city lights, and I let my eyes wander over the hard planes of his chest and stomach. Down to the dusting of dark hair that trails beneath the sheet. My fingers follow the trail and encounter hard, jutting flesh.
Well, hello gorgeous…
I slide the sheet down and cast an eye over his fucking beautiful early morning erection. It doesn’t matter that I dragged him into bed with me after dinner and demanded that he service me again. I want more.
I tug the sheet off him, slide my knee over his bare thighs and straddle him. I’m already wet…whether it’s this constant nagging desire or the fact that he emptied himself in me more than once last night…it’s irrelevant. I’m ready.
I heave a contented sigh as I angle the thick head of his cock toward the entrance of my pussy and then begin the slow descent down.
Oooohhh….
My breath shudders. He’s so thick. It always makes my toes curl, and I love it. I love looking at it too. Dipping my head, I catch glimpses of how he spreads me open in the shadows surrounding us. Although my eyes snap up at the sharp intake of breath above me.
“Andy…” he husks out, his eyes blinking foggily through sleep.
“Hey,” I husk back. If he’s upset about finding me impaled on his cock, it’s too late to object. I’m not getting off. Or maybe I am getting off. But not in that way.
“I’m guessing you don’t need any help?” Even cast half in shadow, his slow, sleepy grin spreads in a way that makes my toes curl for an entirely different reason.
God, he’s so damn gorgeous.
“No. I’m good. You can go back to sleep.”
He chuckles, running a hand down my hip. I clench my core muscles as he presses me down, and he lets out a long, low groan.
“I can’t think of a better way to wake up,” he murmurs hoarsely. I keep grinding down, and he starts pumping his hips up to meet me.Fuck.At this rate, I’ll be gone in sixty seconds.
“I’ll bear that in mind for future reference.” I try to keep my tone light, but my rasping breath makes it difficult. I’m working down in slow circles, feeling him touch so deep it’s almost overwhelming. He reaches up to cup my breast, and my breath hitches.
