“We can’t do this again.”
“You’re right,” he murmured.
Despite knowing it was for the best, her heart sunk.
He ran his fingers over her shoulder, then gently nudged her onto her back. Rather than get out of bed, he rolled toward her, leaned up on his elbow, and peered into her eyes.
With a tender touch, he ran his fingers over her chest, then down her abs. As he made his way back up, he caressed one breast, then the other before winding his way back up her chest, her neck, and finally, cupping her face with his hand and turning her toward him.
Then, he leaned over and dropped a worshipful kiss on her lips. “You’re taking on a difficult case and you’re doing it out of loyalty to your friend. I respect you for that.” He kissed her again. “Without much to go on, you’re going to get frustrated.”
“No doubt.” With the pads of her fingers, she traced his strong, straight nose, then caressed his dark, rough stubble. When she stared into his beautiful hazel eyes, her heart skipped a beat.
She liked him, and that left her feeling unsettled and vulnerable.
“That’s where I come in.” He kissed her, this time dipping his talented tongue into her mouth.
And… just like that, the energy shifted.
Slow, gentle strokes with his tongue that sent a series of tingles flowing through her. He slowed the kiss, then ended it, leaving her desperate for more. When he moved over her, she felt the snare of his line, the way he hooked her with a simple touch or the intensity in his eyes.
One kiss on each cheek, then her chin before he worshiped her body with his mouth, leaving his scent, and marking her with his essence. He kissed her abs, her pelvic area, and the insidesof her thighs, working his way closer and closer to the small, hidden pearl between her legs.
“When you’re not making any headway,” he said, “I will relax you.”
She watched the most handsome man she’d ever known bury his face between her legs and devour her in a long, possessive lick. Once, twice, and on the third time, he rolled his tongue over her clit.
And her body bowed to his. Every action elicited a reaction. He stroked her thigh, she emitted a purr, he licked her core, she moaned, he slid three fingers inside her and she released a cry. The pleasure he brought her was unrelenting. He knew when to be intense, how to bring her to the edge, then ease her back down. She was a puppet and he the master, controlling the amount of pleasure he doled out.
She could not get enough.
As the passion continued to build, she promised herself she would protect her heart.
I’ll be chill. I’ll accept that his world and my world are different. He’s a billionaire executioner and I’m… I’m…
“Coming,” she cried out as the orgasm powered through her like a tornado shredding everything in its path.
I’m a goner.
She floated back to earth feeling completely at ease.
He lay beside her. “Ms. Redding, we’re gonna have fun working this case.”
She never wanted this blissful state to end, never wanted to return to reality where a madman was stepping back into the spotlight by taking out a group of highly trained, highly skilled Operatives.
Nothing like returning with a bang.
And here she was spending her Saturday in bed with a man who made more in a minute than she made all year. A man who could have any woman, but he chose her.
Is it because I showed up on his doorstep? Probably.
Despite the cold, harsh reality that was creeping in, she would focus on the positive. They’d work the case, have sex, she’d solve it, he’d eliminate the killer. They’d agree it had been fun and they’d move on.
Loss and loneliness settled into her bones.
On a shiver, she pushed out of bed. “I should take off. I came here to tell you about Peter.”
After he rose from the bed, he flashed her a killer smile. “You look like you got sexed real good.”
