Sinner Reborn

by Morgan Kelley

  “Freeze! Sheriff! You’re under arrest for the murder of Sarah and Brian Miller.”

  Yeah, problem wasn’t quite the word.

  They were screwed.

  CHAPTER Fourteen

  N ate could feel the sun kissing his face as he lay facing the window, across from the bed that he was sharing with Avalon. Her body was curled into his, and her face wasn’t far from his on the pillow. He could tell, without opening his eyes, that she was somehow observing him.

  Well, whatever she called it.

  “Morning,” he said, opening his eyes.

  Indeed, her pale blue ones were steadily on his.

  “Morning, Nathaniel. Thank you for carrying me to bed last night. I think this is the best I’ve ever slept,” she offered.

  Funny...he was thinking that exact same thing.

  “It was my pleasure, Avi.”

  Her heart skipped when he used the nickname that he’d given her. “I like when you call me that.”

  Nate smiled. One of the best things about the woman beside him was she was innocent. When she spoke, she didn't beat around the bush or try to be coy. Avalon simply said what she was thinking.

  Now she was chewing on her bottom lip, and he had to admit it was sexy as sin. “What’s going on in your head?” he asked.

  “I want to touch you.”

  It took everything Nate had not to shout in joy. Sleeping beside the woman all night, breathing in the spicy scent of her hair was hell on his body. Already, he was hard and needing her touch.

  “Please do.”

  “I don’t know how to really please a man.”

  He wanted to laugh, but instead he simply smiled. “Just be yourself, Avalon. I can’t imagine you having to try very hard with me. I like the woman I see.”

  She blinked as if measuring her options.

  Slowly, her hands began sliding up his arms, trying to find his face. When she touched his chin, he nuzzled her hand much like a large cat would.

  “Your face is prickly.”

  “I’ll shave in a bit.”

  “Don’t. I like it.”

  Hell!

  Then he’d never shave again. All Nate wanted was for her to keep touching him. His mind was made up. If this ended up heading toward sex, he was going to let her lead the way.

  This was going to be about Avalon trying out her new wings.

  When her fingertips found his lips, she gently touched them. They were full and completely kissable, so she went with that. Swapping her fingers for her mouth, Avalon tasted him.

  The kiss was gentle.

  Chaste.

  Sweet.

  Nate didn't move. What he wanted was to pounce, but for now, he needed to let Avalon learn her way around his body. He hoped there would be many years of this, despite what she believed was going to happen.

  He wanted to be her playground.

  As her hands moved into his hair, she enjoyed the silky glide of it through her fingers.

  “Are your eyes really blue?” she asked, wondering if everything in her dreams had been right.

  “Yes. They’re the color of the sky.”

  She laughed. “You can tell this is your first time with a blind woman. I’ve never really seen the sky.”

  Well, she had in her dreams. How she knew, she’d never know, but Avalon was going with that.

  “Shit! I’m sorry. I didn't think,” he said, feeling like an idiot.

  Gently, she caressed his face, memorizing each line and angle. “I’ve seen you in our dreams, Nate, but you’re more handsome in real life. You don’t see yourself the way I do.”

  He didn't.

  She was absolutely right.

  While his partner was attractive in that California beach bum way, Nate always thought he was so-so. Yes, he could get the babes, but he wasn’t model gorgeous.

  He was an average, rugged looking guy.

  “No, you’re not,” she said.

  He stared at her. It was weird how she could do that.

  Again, her mouth sought out his and this time she kissed him the way he’d kissed her. At first, it was tentative, but when Nate moaned, she found her courage. She refused to hold back. This was precious, and Avalon wanted more.

  She wanted all.

  “Oh, Avi,” he whispered, when her mouth moved to his neck.

  “Can I unbutton your shirt?” she asked, picturing everything in her mind.

  “Yes. Please.”

  Kneeling beside him, Avalon moved her hands down his chest. The buttons came undone easily, and before she knew it, she was finished.

  Now, she wanted to explore.

  Avalon used her warm palm to focus on the tattoo over his heart. While she couldn’t see it, she could recall it in her head. The exact location was below her fingers. Leaning forward, she left a kiss over it.

  His heart skipped.

  “You know it’s there, don’t you?”

  She nodded. “Yes. It calls to me.”

  Oddly, hers did the same thing. Nate always wanted to run his fingers across it.

  Avalon went back to exploring. Her hands slid across his chest and abs, memorizing every inch of him. “You like to work out.”

  “No one really likes to,” he stated, trying not to watch her fingers slide lower down his body. She was inches from his erection, and Nate wanted her hand on him in the worst way.

  “But you still do it.”

  “In life, you always have to do things that you don’t want. That’s just how it is.”

  She agreed.

  Avalon had been locked in a gilded cage because of it.

  At the belt buckle, her fingers hesitated.

  “You can, Avalon. I want you to touch me.”

  Again, she chewed on her lip.

  “Ask,” he stated.

  “Am I doing okay?”

  Again, he wanted to laugh, but Nate was pretty sure it would come out as a moan. His body was vibrating from her touch, and if she didn't do more, he was going to break apart in need.

  He desperately wanted her.

  Taking her hand in his, he first kissed her palm. “You’re doing better than okay.”

  Then, he placed her hand over his erection. While there was a layer of denim between them, Nate could feel his body heating.

  Avalon’s laughter floated through the room.

  “Please, Avi. I need you. This is no laughing matter—at least not for me.”

  She tugged on his jeans, setting him free. When her fingers teased him through the fabric of his boxers, Nate wanted to weep. This was hell. She was tearing him apart with just a touch.

  When she finally did make that next step, driving him further into the lust, he wasn’t sure how long he’d last.

  “Tell me what to do next,” she stated.

  It caught him off guard.

  “In our dreams, I took you in my mouth. Was that right?”

  He struggled to find his voice. “It was beyond right. It was perfect.”

  She didn't hesitate. Avalon tugged down his boxers. She found him hard but smooth like silk.

  When she stroked him, Nate moaned. “God,” he whispered. If this was heaven, he never wanted to leave. He’d willingly spend his eternity in a cabin with Avalon.

  She couldn’t wait anymore. She used her dream to guide her. She saw the pleasure on his face as she took him in her mouth.

  Since he’d given her the gift of reading a story to her, she needed to share something back.

  Avalon needed to experience this in real time.

  When she teased the tip of his erection with her tongue, Nate had to close his eyes.

  He couldn’t handle it.

  It was too damn hot.

  Maybe it was that she’d never done it before with anyone else, or that the visual was hot as hell. Either way, he was wild with need. This was going to take everything he had to stay calm.

  And breathe.

  Nate needed to keep taking in air.

  Avalon slid him deeper in
to her throat, closing her mouth over his erection. Then, like in the dream, she began worshiping him. With each glide in and out of her mouth, she could hear the quickening of Nate’s breath.

  She was pleased beyond words.

  This was how he made her feel—almost giddy.

  “Avi,” he moaned, fighting hard not to thrust himself deeper down her throat. Nate wanted more.

  He wanted all.

  As she continued to tease him, the heat began pooling low in her body. This was new to her. Avalon didn't realize that giving Nate so much pleasure would in turn bring her alive inside.

  For the longest time, there was nothing.

  Now, there was love.

  Hope.

  Peace.

  “Jesus,” he muttered, as her tongue and teeth scraped against his flesh. Generally, the women he’d been with would give him a fast tease with a blowjob and then move on.

  Not Avalon.

  It was like she was memorizing his body with her mouth and tongue.

  He had to stop her. If not, he was going to explode.

  “Honey,” he whispered, pulling her mouth from his body.

  “Did I do something wrong?” she asked, her brow scrunched.

  “No. That was right, but I’m going to lose it. I want to make love to you, and if you continue, it’s over.”

  She laughed. “Oh, can I make love to you?”

  He was obviously a masochist. “Sure.”

  Avalon didn't move. For that brief second, she appeared to be thinking.

  Nate was about to ask her what was wrong, only he didn't get a chance. She grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it over her head.

  While wearing it, she looked small, frail, and almost childlike. Now, when she was naked, Nate had no choice but to look at the sexy curves.

  Her body was amazing.

  And he was screwed.

  Avalon straddled his hips. She could feel his erection throbbing between her legs as he was trapped beneath her body. When she leaned forward to find his mouth, flesh caressed flesh.

  Nate moaned in response.

  “Are you sure you haven’t done this before?” he asked, keeping his eyes closed.

  She laughed. “I’m very sure, Nathaniel. You're the first and only man I’ll ever be with.”

  Her words reverberated through his body, making him harder. It was damn difficult not to just steal what was there for the taking.

  Avalon’s body called to his.

  “Honey,” he muttered as she found his mouth. Immediately, he held her to his body while she wiggled him into place.

  If he didn't lose it right now, it would be a miracle.

  Then all the sudden, she slid him home.

  Nate fought not to shatter, and it wasn’t easy. He was now buried in Avalon’s body, and she was sitting on top of him, blindly staring down at him.

  “This feels nice.”

  “Not the word I’d use.”

  She blinked. “What word would you use?”

  “ORGASMIC.”

  She laughed. “Thank you for that, Nathaniel.”

  He couldn’t speak.

  Bracing her hands on his chest, she rocked, as if testing the motion.

  “Avalon, you’re going to kill me if you don’t start moving. This is torture. Any second now, I’m going to roll and take over. So, finish this.”

  She heard the desperation in his voice, and it thrilled her. Never in her life did she think she’d find someone who reacted to her this way. It was like being given one hell of a gift.

  There was no fear in his aura—only need.

  Slowly, Avalon began working him in and out of her body. With each glide up his erection, she craved the slide down. As she moved, finding so much pleasure, the man below her watched.

  Her blonde hair bounced.

  Her blank eyes still filled with emotion.

  It was her lips that did him in. They were parted ever so slightly, and each time her tongue would dart across them, he’d slip closer to the edge.

  Then she shattered.

  Without warning, Avalon broke apart with him buried in her body.

  Nate struggled to hold on, barely surviving. She was quivering around him as her body held him tightly.

  Her breath was on his neck, and he needed to do something. He’d been so very patient, and now he wanted his reward.

  Her.

  Rolling, he stared down into her face. “It’s my turn, honey.”

  She didn't have time to protest, not that she would. Instead, Avalon simply closed her eyes and saw everything in her mind.

  She could picture his hard firm body piercing hers.

  His eyes blurry with need.

  The way he watched her with so much…love.

  She opened her eyes, shocked by what she’d seen. He may not have said it, but it was there. His aura was like flames, licking at them both.

  “Avi, I need you!” he hissed, his body burying itself over and over again in her. “I have to have you.”

  She shook as he pressed her into the mattress with the weight of his body. Her legs wrapped around his hips, inviting Nate deeper into the warmth. With each kiss of his erection, she shook.

  She was close.

  His fingers found the slim column of her throat and explored. When he found the tattoo with his palm, Nate swore it felt warm beneath his hand.

  Suddenly, she touched his.

  The heat exploded through them. He erupted like a volcano deep within her body. Avalon accepted all he had as she rode out their orgasm.

  The colors swirled.

  “I love you,” she whispered, wanting him to hear it as many times as possible. Time was fleeting, and he needed the words. If he were to survive after she was gone, he’d need these moments.

  She needed them until death found her, but still he held them back.

  Nate found her lips with his, and he sealed it with a kiss. They fell into the mating of mouths, each holding onto each other. Only when the wave of pleasure abated, did he gaze down at her. It was funny how in a few short days this woman had changed his life. Nothing was going to be the same ever again.

  Honestly, he was glad.

  She belonged to him.

  He wanted to tell her but he couldn’t. Instead, he planned on explaining to her why he couldn’t. Nate imagined that it had to hurt to keep telling someone you loved them, but never hearing it back. As he tried to come up with something, there was a knock at their door.

  “Nate, we need to see you,” Maura said.

  “I’ll be right out.”

  He rolled off Avalon’s body before pulling the comforter up to cover her nakedness. “That was amazing,” he admitted. “I don’t think I’ve ever enjoyed sex that much before.”

  “Really?”

  He laughed. “It’s true what they say.”

  Avalon stared blankly at him. “I don’t know what they say.”

  Nate kissed her on the tip of the nose. “It’s not how many times you do it, but with whom you do it.”

  Her heart skipped.

  “Thank you for that, Nathaniel.”

  He pulled her close. “No, Avi. Thank you.”

  Apparently, old dogs could learn new tricks, and Nathaniel Carter didn't want to learn them with anyone but her.

  * * * C a r t e r - G a i n e s * * *

  Fredricksville

  Sheriff’s Station

  Oh, she was pissed.

  When Elizabeth Blackhawk had gotten the call from Jagger, stating that Quinton and Callista Gaines had been arrested for murder, she nearly lost her mind.

  Yes, she tried to call the sheriff and handle it calmly, but apparently, the jackwagon wanted her there and up in his grill.

  He was an idiot.

  This little stunt had cost the taxpayers. She’d been pulled from her meetings, had to race with Callen to the FBI jet and was forced to waste time.

  Oh, she hated that last part.

  Her time was valuable, and this man, who was
jacking her team over, was going to pay. On the way there, she’d handled a great deal of it from the air, but now…

  IT WAS ON.

  As they pulled up to the sheriff’s station, she could see the media outside. “Well shit!” she muttered.

  “You go handle the sheriff, angel. I’ll deal with the media,” stated Callen Whitefox. It wasn’t his favorite thing to do, but honestly, if looks could kill, Elizabeth might be wiping out an entire civilization. Their partner, Ethan Blackhawk, told him to handle the situation.

  When their woman ran loose, hell was sure to happen.

  “Thanks, Cal, darlin’,” she drawled, the south now in her voice.

  “Oh boy,” he muttered. There was no doubt there would be casualties. Callen hoped the ME was ready with body bags.

  As they crossed the parking lot, they were immediately seen by the media. Apparently, that was their cue to start asking really irritating questions.

  Elizabeth lifted her sunglasses and gave them a look. It temporarily shut them up. It looked like her reputation proceeded her.

  She stormed past them and into the station once Callen began his impromptu press conference. Inside, she zeroed in on the one deputy who had the dignity to look worried.

  “Sheriff Adam Lawrence. NOW!”

  He didn't even ask who she was. From the fitted suit, to the heels, she must have looked like a Fed. She was just lucky she’d dressed up that morning for work, and the meeting she was now missing.

  She was definitely going to kick someone’s ass.

  The sheriff stood in his doorway. “Who the hell are you?”

  Oh, she knew he was well aware of who she was. There wasn’t a law enforcement agency in the United Stated that didn't know, or hear, about her.

  “I’m Director Elizabeth Whitefox-Blackhawk, and I’m about to be your worst fucking nightmare.”

  The room went silent.

  The five or six deputies stopped moving as they focused on the mêlée that was brewing.

  One looked like he was going to make popcorn and take a seat for the festivities.

  Elizabeth couldn’t blame him.

  “I hope you didn't waste your time flying all the way here. As I said on the phone, your people are being detained for the time being. They were found breaking into a crime scene the other day, and now they’ve discovered two bodies.”