Page 48 of Investigate Away
“Our baby, but yes.” She held up her hand. “I didn’t know until about a week after I landed in San Francisco, and I lost the baby about two and a half weeks after that.”
His heart hammered in his chest. “Fuck, Callie. And if you hadn’t miscarried? Would you have told me?”
“Of course I would have, but that doesn’t change the facts. We’re not meant to be together.”
“That’s bullshit.” He shouldn’t use sex to prove a point, but it was all that he had right now. He tilted her chin with his thumb and index finger. “I’m sorry about the baby. I really am. I wish I could have been there for you.” Her lips parted, and her pupils widened. “But if our story ended, then why are we here in this bed about to make love?” He didn’t give her a chance to respond. His mouth took hers in a hot, hard kiss that had only one intention and that was to devour.
He pressed his body against hers, letting her know exactly the power she held over him and what little control he had when it came to being in her presence. Of course, if she pushed him away, he’d leave the bed like the gentleman that he was, but by the way her tongue commanded his and the way her fingers dug into his ass cheeks, he suspected she wanted it as much as he did.
“Jag,” she managed between raspy breaths.
“What, babe?”
“I’m a selfish woman.”
“Why do you say that?” He slipped his hand under her shirt, removing the cotton fabric. He inhaled sharply, staring at her perfect small round breasts with tightly puckered pink nipples. Her chest rose up and down, presenting them to him.
“Because I’ll gladly have sex with you for my own personal gratification, even though I don’t want to hurt you.”
He kissed the underswell of her breast. “What makes you think I’m worried about that? I’m a big boy, and you’ve made it clear that you think we’re over.”
She cupped his face. “Jag. We are. This is just sex. I’m sorry. If you can’t… oh, my God.” She arched her back while he slipped his finger inside her, curling gently, stroking tenderly. “That’s not fair.”
He chuckled. “First. When you and I are together, it can never be described as just sex. Second. Never be sorry about us. And finally, I want you to know that I will always respect your wishes, just as I did when you left the last time. You asked me not to chase after you. So I didn’t. If, when you leave again, and you tell me this is over, I’ll respect that.”
She blinked a few times, licking her lips. “I… can’t… respond,” she said with a gasp. “When you’re doing that.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“Hell no,” she said, grabbing his forearm and encouraging him to dive deeper, harder, and faster.
He smiled as he leaned in and sucked her nipple into his mouth. She’d always been a wildcat, and their sex life had never been boring. Even what some might consider mundane lovemaking could only be described as passionate and desperate. She made him want to please her first, and if he never climaxed, it wouldn’t matter.
Her desire was all that he cared about.
And his was all she ever focused on.
It was a sexual pairing made in what could only be described as a devilish heaven.
With sensitive hands, he removed her thong as well as his sweatpants and underwear. He made sure to take his time kissing every inch of her glorious body. He wanted to feel all her muscles twitch and shake under his touch. Perspiration dotted their skin like precious beads.
The light of the moon danced across the night sky, casting a glow over Puget Sound.
He kissed his way down her taut stomach, enjoying every soft curve and sweet moan. She tasted like warm honey. Her slender fingers threaded through his hair, guiding him to where she needed it most. It was easy to get lost in her pleasure, and there wasn’t any other place he’d rather be.
She was home.
She lifted her hips. “Oh, Jag,” she whispered.
Wanting to feel her climax tighten around him, he eased himself into her, kissing her tenderly.
She accepted his weight as if they were one person. Their bodies moved together in perfect harmony. Their soft moans filled the room, adding to the music.
They were made for each other, and he would spend the next few days showing her just how much they should be together.
“I love you,” he whispered in her ear while her body convulsed and shivered. He soaked up her orgasm before releasing his own.
“Jag,” she said. “It’s not that I don’t. It’s just that saying it will only make leaving harder.”
