“What?” I dotted his skin with soft puffs of my breath, rewarded with a series of low growls.
“You’re playing with fire, little girl. I’m not the man you think I am.”
There was a seriousness to his tone, a warning that he’d offer once.
“I already told you. I know exactly who you are.”
He rolled me over again, rising onto his elbows as he rolled his hips forward. “No, you don’t.”
I clamped my hands around his sculpted forearms as he fucked me, unable to take my eyes off him. The man was even more insatiable, refusing to stop even as beads of sweat formed along his hairline. He couldn’t seem to get enough, powering into me with long, slow, and forceful thrusts.
“And I hope you never need to find out.”
The last statement also caught me off guard. What was he alluding to?
Remaining on both hands, he never blinked as he stared down at me, his lips now as taut as his jaw was clenched.
Only as his body started to shake violently did I realize he was close to coming.
Yet he wasn’t finished yet, keeping himself aloft while slowing his actions. I had unspoken thoughts as another wave of powerful yet damning images jetted into my mind.
Maverick was right. We were playing with fire. Only for an entirely different reason.
My instincts were never wrong. Neither were his.
The real killer was out there in the wild, maybe already killing again, and I’d placed the life of the only man I could count on in danger.
When he threw his head back, issuing several guttural groans, I turned my head away, trying to catch my breath. His cock continued to pulse as he erupted deep inside, thickening even more. When he finally collapsed over me, the intensity of his explosive heat searing my skin, I closed my eyes tightly, the harsh reminder that we were strangers swirling in my mind.
Yet with the full weight of his body pressed against mine, his heated breath skipping across my skin, I’d never felt as safe as I did at this moment.
And I knew in my heart he’d do anything in his power to keep me that way.
Even if it meant smashing every rule.
Or breaking the law.
Including the use of murder.
The first rays of light dancing across the horizon had always been my favorite time of every day. A new beginning, sunlight washing away the sins of the night before. I sat with a steaming mug of coffee in my hand, staring out as the darkened skies gave way to a painted landscape of tangerine and fuchsia, hints of lilac and a tinge of citrus yellow sprinkled throughout.
I’d left the huge man sleeping, so peaceful that I’d stood over him for a full five minutes enjoying the view of his gorgeous body. For some crazy reason, I’d felt the need to leave before the sun had risen. I wasn’t certain why other than that what we’d shared, while amazing, hadn’t been anything that either one of us had expected to happen.
I also hadn’t expected to share everything with him. Doing so had been easy, so much so it had seemed as if we’d been friends or at least working together for years. Now, I felt silly for leaving, but I’d always preferred my own space.
Yet Maverick’s touch and his kisses had been extraordinary. Even now, just thinking about him created a wave of need unlike anything I’d experienced before seeing him at the bookstore.
He’d been exactly like I’d remembered with a few additional perks.
A single red-hot vibration danced all the way into my pussy. His scent lingered, painting my skin in the most sensual way. I’d yetto take a shower, perhaps because I wanted to be reminded of him for a little while longer.
In leaving the way I had, there’d been no promise of seeing each other again. For all I knew, he’d think I was nuts and purposely stay as far away from me as possible. He’d think I was off my rocker, even after telling him about the phone call.
Yes, the words the caller had said were exactly like the ones I’d heard the killer say. His voice had seemed the same as well. However, Maverick was right that time and my mind’s protective stance could easily alter details. I reminded my clients of that every day.
I’d made a mental note to have my number changed.
I took another sip, thankful I’d added a little Irish Cream, which had a calming effect. Being nothing but a bundle of nerves wasn’t doing my critical thinking any good. If the man provoking me was a copycat intending on following in his master’s footsteps, I needed to be completely clearheaded if I could provide any assistance.
