Page 33 of Investigate Away
“I know what you mean. You were right about certain character flaws about me.” She snuggled in closer, pushing her knee between his legs. “Can we just let all that go now and work together so I can get the book done and maybe give the cold case unit something to work with? My goal is still to find Stephanie’s killer.”
“I’m good with all of that as long as you don’t let it consume you. I want you to promise me that you will write your next crime book and move about the country and live your life. Don’t stay stuck.”
“I promise.” Lying to him came too easily. She’d never put finding Stephanie’s killer on the back burner. It would always be the first thing on her mind and when any lead came her way, she’d drop whatever she was doing to pursue it.
She just needed a damn lead.
He threaded his fingers through her hair and kissed her hard. His tongue pushed through her lips and assaulted her mouth with passionate desperation. He rolled to his back, pulling her body over his.
They fit together like an old leather driving glove. A little tight to pull on, but once settled against the skin, it was as if it had never been removed.
She straddled his waist and rose up, lifting the shirt hem.
His fingers dug into her thighs, and his dark eyes widened with delight the second she tossed the piece of clothing to the side.
Immediately his hands reached up and unhooked the front clasp of her bra. He pressed his hot lips against the space between her breasts, his thumbs and index fingers pinching and twisting each nipple.
She cradled his head in her hands, guiding his mouth to one of her exposed tits, and stared at him while she slowly and deliberately rolled her hips.
He hissed. Grabbing her ass, he lifted her off him and flipped her onto her back with a thud.
“Umph.”
“Sorry, but not really,” he said with an amused smile. He jumped to his feet, kicking off his sweats.
“Then you won’t be mad when I do this.”
She knelt in front of him, slipping her fingers into the front of his underwear.
“I could never be mad when your hands are… oh, dear Lord,” he said with a throaty groan.
Cupping him with one hand, she gently ran the other one up and down the length of him, his hard skin soft and supple. She watched in glorious wonderment as she stroked and massaged him. She’d had a couple of short-lived affairs in the last few months, but not only did they mean nothing, they weren’t very satisfying.
A slow, warm shiver weaved up her body like an ocean lapping at the shore.
He pooled her hair on top of her head.
She glanced up at him and smiled just as she flicked her tongue out, rolling it over the tip.
“Oh fuck,” he said, tossing his head back and holding her hair a little tighter. “Sweet Jesus, you’re good at that.”
“You said that our first night together.” Closing her eyes, she took more into her mouth, concentrating on the groans and hissing noises coming from his as well as the way his hand tugged slightly at her hair. He never pushed or forced her. She always figured that was his way of keeping some kind of composure.
“And I wasn’t lying. Best I’ve ever… oh, my motherfucking God.” He tugged her head, pulling her off him, and dropped to his knees, shoving his tongue deep in her mouth, swirling around, finding every crevice. His hands fumbled with her thong as he pushed her to her back, pulling the flimsy undergarment to her ankles and tossing them across the tent. He rested her legs over his shoulders and licked his lips. “It’s not completely shaved like it used to be, and let me tell you, I love it.” He didn’t waste any time diving between her legs.
A wave a dizziness filled her brain. She blinked. And blinked again, trying to make the tent stop spinning, but it didn’t work.
She dropped her head back and tried to take in a deep breath, but with his hands on her breasts, and his tongue swirling over her hard nub, it became impossible.
He continued to tease her, bringing her body close to the edge, only to pull back and not let her go over. He’d been a master at bringing her to the kind of climax that went on for a good ten minutes. It was never just one orgasm. It was five or six, one right after the other, never giving her a rest in between. It built up deep in her gut, growing from a tropical storm into a category five hurricane that covered her entire body.
“Oh, dear, God,” she said, stiffening her lower body and gritting her teeth. If she wasn’t mistaken, he chuckled.
Which only made her stomach tighten more. Her toes curled, and she dug her heels into his back Her fingers dug into the scalp of his head as she tossed hers back and forth. “Why do you do this to me?”
He lifted his head, licking his lips, and smiled. “Because I can and because you love it.”
“Oh, yes, I do.”
