Page 34 of Investigate Away
He slipped two fingers inside, curling them upward, reaching the sweet spot while his tongue danced on her hard nub like a feather floating in the air. He nipped at it with his teeth, sending her over the edge for the first time.
“Yes,” she whispered as the first wave made her tummy quiver.
“Do you want more?” he asked.
“Stop torturing me.”
He chuckled. “Babe, you live for me to torture you.” He sat between her legs, teasing and tasting, plucking and twisting until she called out his name over and over again.
“Please,” she begged. Her body shook like a herd of elephants on the run from a group of hungry lions. Each orgasm more intense than the other and her mind, body, and soul braced for final impact.
“Gladly.” He lifted her off the floor, turning her to all fours, spreading her legs, and easing inside.
She arched her back, leaning into him, raising up on her knees, and reaching behind her so she could wrap her hands around his neck.
He grabbed ahold of her breasts, squeezing them tight as he drove himself deep inside her. She had to fall forward, pressing her hands against the ground just to remain upright.
“Jag,” she whispered, her body betraying her as another climax tore through her muscles. It was so intense she shifted forward, stretching out on her stomach.
He rammed into her three times before arching his back and groaning. He held that position for a good minute before he slowly lowered himself to the side, pulling her to him and kissing her neck. “I’ve never had any control when I’m with you.” He pulled the sleeping bag up over their bodies.
She let out a long sigh. “Jag?”
“What, babe?”
“You know I truly, honestly loved you, right?”
“I know,” he said. “I loved… I still love you. I probably always will. I guess that’s what they say about first loves.”
She closed her eyes tight, squeezing out a couple of tears. “I still love you too. Only, we’re not the same people we used to be.”
“Thank God for that.” He kissed her temple. “Get some sleep. I’ll answer all your questions for your book in the morning.”
Callie let her body relax as she took in a few cleansing breaths. She wasn’t even sure of what she wanted to ask anymore. All she knew was that as much as she loved him, he couldn’t be in her life long term.
7
Jag blinked open his eyes and smiled. His heart swelled. It had been a long time since he woke with the woman he loved more than life itself in his arms. It felt surreal.
But he knew it wouldn’t last because he knew she would never give up her search for her sister’s killer. She would never be able to put anyone else before finding Stephanie’s killer.
He could understand that, and he didn’t blame her. He certainly wasn’t mad at her for it. If it were one of his siblings, he’d never rest until he brought the murderer to justice.
Hell, he wasn’t about to let it go until Stephanie and all the other victims had a voice, and that meant he had to find the Trinket Killer if it was the last thing he did.
He hugged Callie close, kissing her temple before slipping from the makeshift bed and hiking up his jeans and pulling a sweatshirt over his head. Last night had been about forgiveness. It had been their way of letting go of the past, showing each other that while they still loved and cared for one another, they were moving on.
It was a goodbye of sorts, and he could live with that.
He slipped from the tent and shivered. The weatherperson had mentioned that the temperatures would drop back to what would be considered normal for this time of year, but it still chilled his bones. He managed to start a fire and put on a pot of water to make instant coffee. It would taste like tar, but it would do the trick to wake up his brain.
And calm his libido.
Because last night couldn’t happen again.
It would break his heart.
He flipped open the cooler and pulled out the eggs and sausage he’d packed and prepped them. It wasn’t going to be a five-star breakfast, but it would get the job done. His cell vibrated.
