His mouth took off without his brain, moaning nonsense. “Sasha, God, I … I want… You … are… Need… you… aretoo much.”
It felt so good, so good, nothing in his head now but Sasha and the feral pleasure of sex, orgasm already uncoiling at the base of his spine.
Her every exhale was a moan now, her body going stiff. “Darius!”
She came apart in his arms, bliss shining golden on her beautiful face.
He let himself go, climax scorching through him as he spilled everything he was inside her.
Sasha wokeup to a kiss from Darius, who stood beside her, already dressed.
“Good morning.”
She smiled. “Good morning.”
“I thought you might want to wake up before any of your friends come over, given what you’re wearing—or not wearing.”
She looked down, saw her bare breasts. “Oh. Right.”
He helped her out of the recliner. “I got a text this morning from the forensics lab about the contents of Riggs’ and Watts’ phones. I’m going back to the Inn to grab a shower and have a virtual meeting with them.”
Sasha must have been sleepy—or maybe she was confused. “But the case is closed, isn’t it?”
Darius shook his head. “It won’t be closed until we find the bastard who was behind the wheel of that SUV.”
Sasha had forgotten about him. “Will I see you tonight?”
He kissed her forehead. “I would like that, but I can’t be sure what time I’ll be finished. I need to interrogate Riggs, and I’ve got an online meeting with a friend at the FBI who might be able to help me.”
Sasha couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed, but this was his job. “I’ve got a session with Esri, the trauma therapist, but other than that, I’ll be here.”
He frowned, his gaze dropping to the floor. “About last night…”
“If you tell me you regret last night—”
“No! No. Not at all. Are you kidding? It’s just…” His gaze dropped again. “It wasn’t easy to share that. I … I haven’t cried since I was a little boy.”
She ought to have known. He’d been utterly vulnerable with her last night, and it had left him feeling shaken and exposed.
She cupped his cheek with her good hand. “Your secret is safe with me. Besides, those tears belonged to a nineteen-year-old boy who never got the chance to shed them. Thank you for trusting me with that side of yourself.”
He looked at her like he’d never seen her before. “You are too good to be real.”
“Oh, I’m real.” She stood on tiptoe, kissed him. “You have my number, right?”
“I do. I’ll shoot you a text so you’ll have mine.”
“Stay in touch, okay? And no getting shot today.”
“No getting shot.” He grinned. “Yes, ma’am.”
They walked together to the door, where Darius took her carefully into his arms and kissed her. “Stay safe.”
She watched him go, already missing him. Then she locked the door behind him and went upstairs to take a shower. She caught her reflection in the mirror, saw the telling smile on her face. “You lucky girl.”
But as she showered, his story came back to her. Finding Becca dead. Being arrested. Facing interrogation alone.
He must have been so afraid.
