by Sasha White
They sipped their drinks silently. A couple of guys eyed Kane boldly as they passed – he did look yummy in a black t-shirt that molded to his muscles and loosely fitted jeans – but no one approached them.
Then a pretty redhead came over and asked Vanessa to dance. Kane’s silent treatment was starting to piss her off, so she accepted the woman’s invitation, and headed out to the dace floor without a word to him.
Vanessa closed her eyes, let the music roll over her. Her pulse pounded in time to the beat and she let herself go. In her mind she was dancing for him. She felt his gaze on her as she moved. When the redhead danced close and did a bump and grind against her hip, Vanessa turned away, but kept on dancing. She tossed her head back and closed her eyes, letting her own hands run over her body. Skimming her curves, cupping her breasts and dipping between her thighs suggestively. When she felt a female body press against her from behind she knew it wasn’t the redhead. This body felt different. It felt good. It felt… erotic.
Another pair of hands started skimming her curves, hot breath feathered across her neck and Vanessa’s nipples hardened. She spun around and faced her dance partner.
She had long blond waves, smooth skin and dark brown eyes that held a sexual awareness Vanessa had not seen in many.
“Hi,” she whispered, her voice husky and raw.
“Hi.” Vanessa replied.
They moved together perfectly. For the first time since she was teenager, Vanessa though about another woman in a sexual way. She lifted her hands and placed them on her partner’s hips, enjoying the feel of the supple leather and the way it hugged the woman’s curves. Her nipples ached and her pussy heated. The blond moved in, and Vanessa let it happen.
Their lips touched softly. Breath mingled and tongues reached out, rubbing, dancing against one another.
The music change, the beat shifted and the kiss was over almost before it started. Vanessa opened her eyes and gave the enticing blond a small smile. “Thanks for the dance.”
She left the dance floor and walked toward Kane. He was watching her with glowing eyes that heated her already hot blood to a boiling point and any doubts she’d had about him fled.
When she stopped in front of him his eyes went over her shoulder and the heated lust in his gaze changed to heated affection.
“Fancy seeing you here, Lexy,” he spoke softly, but loud enough to be heard over the music.
Nessa turned sharply and saw that her blond dance partner had followed her off the dance floor.
“Kane, I wonder who’s more surprised to be found here, me… or you?” A secret smile played at the blond full lips.
“You two know each other?” Something mean and green stirred to life deep inside Vanessa at their obvious affection.
“We’ve worked together on occasion,” Kane said. “You working tonight, Lexy?”
“Yeah. Used to be a women only had to worry about her man cheating with another woman. Not the case anymore, as I’m about to prove to a very unlucky lady.” She glanced at Vanessa, but her question was for Kane. “You?”
“Yeah…”
Kane kept talking, but the roaring in Vanessa’s ears drowned him out. She’d expected him to say no, or at the very least, a little business a little pleasure. But he hadn’t even looked at her, and he’d said yes. He was working.
Everything slammed into place in her head then. The way he hadn’t been able to find the time to see her in the last two days. The way he’d kept his distance from her that night. He hadn’t even been able to touch her for any longer than was absolutely polite.
He was working the case. He was working her.
“Excuse me,” she muttered and pushed past them.
She spotted a glowing red exit sign and headed for the back hallway. She had to get out of there. Now!
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
“Vanessa! Stop already.” Kane left Lexy at the bar and caught up to Vanessa in the short hallway, at the bottom of the stairs. She’d almost gotten away. “What’s gotten into you?”
Her heart in her throat she met his gaze. “You think it’s me, don’t you?”
His mouth snapped shut and he let go of her arm. Shit. This wasn’t how he wanted to confront her. He hadn’t even decided if he would confront her. His hands clenched into fists at his sides, he wouldn’t lie to her.
“You’re very good at using your sex appeal to distract men from what they’re really after.”
“When have I ever tried to distract you from your case? I’ve only ever offered help!” A rosy blush started at her chest and rose up her neck and into her cheeks.
God, she was beautiful, even in her anger.
Heart pounding he ignored the stirring in his groin. “You’ve distracted me from the moment I met you.”
“If you think I’m the thief you’re after, at least have the balls to admit it.”
Her sneer cut through what was left of his patience. “All right. You are on my list of suspects. Right at the top actually. And I’m not happy about it. You think I want you to be the thief? You think I want to arrest you and put you behind bars?”
“Why not? Since you’re only real interest in me is as part of your investigation, why not question me? Why not arrest me and try to put me away? Oh, right!” She threw her hands up and gave him a mocking look. “It’s because you have no evidence.”
He grabbed her arm before she could walk away, and spun her around. When he had her back against the wall, he pressed the full length of his body against her. He cupped her soft cheeks in his hands and stared deep into the flames of fury in her eyes. “I haven’t done any of that because I’m afraid of the answers. I don’t want it to be you!”
He should’ve walked away right then, but he couldn’t. So he kissed her.
His tongue thrust between her lips and claimed her mouth. Vanessa fought for control of her emotions and lost. Her anger turned to lust and she kissed him back.
Their lips met, their tongues danced, their harsh breathing blending, filling each other intimately. She pressed her body against his, reveling in the feel of his hardness against her softness. She reached up and ran her fingers through his hair, the feel of it silky and soft, a complete contrast the hardness of him. His hips pinned her to the wall, his cock teased her, taunted her. Made her ache to spread her legs and be filled.
She tore her mouth away, a whimper of want escaped only to be followed by a gasp as Kane’s mouth worked its way down her neck and his hands cupped her breasts. He tugged at the top of her satin corset and her bare breasts filled his hands. He tugged at her nipples and pleasure zinged straight to her clit. He continued to roll one nipple between the fingers of one hand while he offered the other one up to his mouth. With no hesitation, he laved the rigid nub then pulled it into his mouth and suckled.
Vanessa tossed her head back and forth, her body writhed, she ached to spread her legs, to wrap them around his waist and feel him grind against her, but he wasn’t having any of it.
Kane was suckling, nibbling and licking at her nipples, first one then the other, and he wasn’t going to stop. She felt his hand slip under her skirt and snake between her thighs. “Yes!”
A long finger slid inside and her pussy clenched. He pulled it out and entered her again, two fingers this time. Vanessa writhed against the wall, her eyes closed her hands clawing at him, pulling him closer to her. He wiggled his fingers inside her and pressed his palm against her clit. He rotated it, sucked on her nipple, pinched the other and her body jerked, an orgasm ripping through her. Her juices flooded his hand and her thighs, yet still her insides spasmed. Wanting more. Needing to be filled. “Please,” she gasped.
“Please what?” He demanded hoarsely.
“Please fuck her already, mate. I can’t wait to see what’s under that skirt.”
Vanessa grabbed Kane and held him tight to her. Their eyes met and she saw murder in them. With a small shake of her head she reminded him where they were. “Leave it. We were putting on a show, let’s just take it ho
me.”
She saw the struggle in him. Felt it in the tremors of anger that went through the arms holding her. She also felt when he got control of himself. He pulled her corset back up, covering her nakedness before he stepped back and offered her his arm in a courtly manner.
“Ahh, mate, you can’t tease me and leave me like that! I’ll stay quiet. I promise.”
Vanessa breathed a sigh of relief when Kane ignored the intruder and led her up the stair and out the door.
They were silent during the drive to her house. The whole time she ranted to herself.
She shouldn’t be doing this. She should’ve told Kane to fuck off. Yes, that’s what she should’ve said. Instead she’d said, let’s go home. Vanessa gave her head a shake. How stupid was she?
She deserved whatever she got after this.
She stared out the window at the passing cityscape and listened to the sexy rumble of the powerful engine as Kane turned onto her street. It had surprised her to see him pull up to her house in a sleek black Charger. It shouldn’t have though. Chargers were beautiful, strong cars. Powerful in a very subtle way. Much like Kane himself.
He wore his fancy silk suit, and had the clean cut good looks of a conservative businessman, but underneath… he was powerful… primal.
And a threat to her.
Yet there she was. Her mind racing as fast as her heart, her thighs sticky from the orgasm he’d given her, and the hunger for more urging her on.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
“Are you coming in?”
She didn’t look at him when she asked. He should say no. He knew that. It was completely wrong to get involved with suspect. Fuck, it was time he stopped kidding himself. He was already in too deep with her to walk away.
All he could do was hope to hell he was wrong. That Vanessa and RR weren’t one and the same, and that he wouldn’t have to arrest her.
“I thought you’d never ask,” he replied and turned the car off.
He jogged around to open her door for her but she beat him to it. With out waiting for him she strode up the walk and climbed the three steps to the front door.
He watched as she fumbled with the lock and felt a surge of satisfaction that she was just as unnerved as he was by the whole thing.
She opened the door and entered the small bungalow style house. He followed her, pulse racing, cock throbbing. He closed the door and gave the living room a cursory glance. He should take a closer look. There’s a lot to be learned by see what a person surrounds themselves with. But he only had eyes for the woman in front of him. She glanced over her shoulder and turned down a hallway, leaving him to follow once again.
She led him to her bedroom. He stepped inside and was surrounded by the scent of Vanessa. The clean womanly scent that he’d always associate with her. The big double bed was made, with a maroon down comforter for a cover, and a shit-load of pillows at the head. She’d turned a small bedside lamp on and the room had warm seductive glow.
With her gaze locked on his she reached under one arm and unzipped her corset. So that was how the damn thing worked. His dick swelled and pressed against his zipper in a painful way. When she dropped it on the floor and reached back to undo her skirt, Kane reached for the snap of his jeans.
Her skirt dropped to the floor and she stood before him in nothing but high heels. “Make love to me, Kane. Give me this one night.”
Kane stripped his clothes off in record time and stepped forward. When he gazed into her eyes his heart swelled and he knew that, no matter what happened, he wanted more than this one night with her.
Cupping her dear face in his hands, he lowered his head and touched his lips to hers. “Your wish is my command.”
He wrapped his arms around her, taking her down to the bed and covering her body with his. For the first time they were skin against skin, completely.
Emotion flooded him and his hands trembled as he stroked her sides, her hips. She was soft and warm, and all things womanly. But his control was weak.
Vanessa shifted beneath him, spreading her legs so that he was cradled between her thighs, her hands roaming over his back and ass, trailing heat in their path as she writhed beneath him.
“Vanessa?” His breath caught in his throat.
A small hand wrapped around his cock and pulled a groan from low in his belly. Her thumb ran over the sensitive head and he reared back, but she wrapped her legs around his waist and guided him to her entrance.
“Now, Kane,” she whispered. “I don’t want to wait any longer. Love me now.”
Kane’s growl vibrated through the room as he thrust forward and slid home. A gasp escaped her and a small orgasm rippled through her insides.
“Oh God,” he moaned, his muscled trembling and he held himself frozen above her.
Vanessa laughed as joy filled her. She might only get one night with this man in her bed, but it was worth it. He was so passionate and caring. So loving.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a passionate kiss. When he pulled away enough to rest his forehead against hers they were both panting. She tightened her inner muscles and he groaned again. “You’re going to kill me woman.”
“No.” Her tongue darted out and licked at his bottom lip. “I’m going to love you.”
Eyes locked with his, she let all her secrets show as she braced her feet on the bed and undulated beneath him. “Love me back, Kane.”
His head dropped and he kissed her as he withdrew, then thrust deeply again. At first he was slow and steady, the sensual rub of their tongues matching the slow seduction of their bodies, but their breathing got heavier, their bodies more demanding. Soon they were slick with sweat, his moans and her sighs of pleasure creating a music that only they would ever hear.
Her sighs turned to mewls and her insides tightened around him. “Kane, now, come with me.”
She looked into his eyes and fell over the edge into the swirling light that waited, knowing that he was right there with her.
She must’ve fallen asleep. She didn’t remember climbing beneath the covers, but she was snuggled deep with Kane’s body at her back and his arms around her. She closed her eyes in the dim room and listened for what had woken her up.
There it was, a faint beeping.
She pulled away from Kane, pleased when he tried to fight letting go of her in his sleep. “Kane, wake up. I think that’s your phone.”
His body jerked awake. “My phone?”
“Yeah, listen.”
They were still for a minute and it sounded again. “Shit.” He crawled over her and snatched his pants up from the floor by the end of the bed. He read the text glowing on the screen and cursed again.
Vanessa admired the view as he climbed from the bed and started to dress. When he bent down to kiss her good bye the look in his eyes made her heart stutter. “What? Kane what is it?”
“Something new in the Risqué Robber case.” He pressed his lips to hers fast and hard. “I’ll be back as soon as I can,” he said as he walked out the door.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
The sun was shining bright and Vanessa was going quietly stir crazy when she heard the warning rumble of the charger pull into her driveway.
Shit, was he back to arrest her? What had happened? Was it possible they’d found her backpack? No way. She’d driven all the way out to the dump to get rid of it. Why would they even look there?
Footsteps marched up her steps and the door swung open. He hadn’t even knocked. At least he was alone. He kicked the door shut behind him and strode into the room.
“What!?” She yelped when he bent low and swung her up into his arms. He strode down the short hallway to her bedroom, grinning from ear to ear the whole time.
“We arrested the Risqué Robber last night.”
He stood over her bed and dropped her onto the mattress. She immediately scrambled off the bed and stood next to him, hand planted firmly on her hips. “What? Who? If you’ve arrested J.J. I’m going —“
“Not J.J.,” he interrupted her with a shake of his head. “Your favorite person Marissa DeVartan.”
“What? How?” She was starting to feel like a parrot. But none of it made sense.
“She was caught in the act. She dressed up, put on a wig and tried to seduce her way into her own ex-husband’s house. He blamed it on the drinks that he didn’t recognize her right off the bat, but as soon as she suggested tying him up he knew who, and what she was. He sounded the alarm and kept her there until the cops arrived.”
She was stunned. Marissa. What had that woman been thinking? “Did she confess to all of the robberies?”
“She doesn’t need to. We have her cold on one robbery, and the M.O. is close enough that I can close the case. We figure she was approached by her friends that had been stiffed in their divorces and done it for them. When her own ex’s new trophy wife was out of town she decided to get a bit of her own back.” He stepped back and gave her a solemn look. “Or are you going to tell me different?”
God forgive her, but Marissa was an evil woman. And stupid enough to get caught.
She met Kane’s gaze and left the final choice up to him. Did he want to keep her around? Or did he want to send to her jail.
“Ask me no questions, I’ll tell you no lies.”
Her pulse raced and her breath stuck in her throat as she watched the meaning of what she’d said sink in. He had her life, her heart in his hands, and it was time to decide what he wanted.
He pushed her down on the bed and stretched out on top of her, whispering one word before covering her lips with his. “Deal.”
Turn the page to read an excerpt from WICKED GAME after the Author Bio.
Gifted with a salacious imagination, USA Today and New York Times Bestselling Author Sasha White’s brand of Romance with Heat, and Erotica with Heart is all about sassy women and sexy men. With a voice that is called “distinctive and delicious” by The Romance Studio, this Canadian author has become a reader favorite.
