“When you look like that I have no other choice but to look at you like this.”
He laughed and the sound vibrated every part of her. “I love it when you tell me your thoughts.”
“Now for the jeans,” she said the words so low she wasn’t sure he heard her but the way he moaned told her he could read the intention in her eyes.
“Help yourself,” he said in a low voice as he lifted his hands to clasp them behind his head.
With the sexy invitation, she took the short step and placed her shaking fingers on the belt. With a tug and a pull the leather and metal gave way. She hurried to unbutton and unzip his jeans, clutching the denim and dragging it down his slim hips. He wore checked boxers, but his erection had grown through the hole in the front. Licking her lips hungrily, she realized she was starving.
“Oh shit. That look. It makes me want to rip those clothes off and press you against the shower wall and fuck you hard until you scream my name.”
She looked up at him and smiled. “I told you. When you look this good expect me to salivate.” She clutched the waistband of his boxers and dragged them down his long, muscular legs. He kicked them off and her gaze lingered on his thick, long cock. The mushroom head was wide and the tip was covered in a pearl of pre-cum.
A heat like none other filled her from roots to toes.
“You have too many clothes on, sweetheart.” He reached for the hem of her shirt and dragged it off her body, a few seams ripping in the process. His hand was on her shorts and before she knew it they were missing along with her panties. The only thing left was her dainty bra. It didn’t take him long to rid her of the barrier and his wide eyes devoured her naked body. She’d never felt so womanly, so wanted, in all her life.
Steam filled the bathroom, swirling around them like the fingers of a wicked goddess. She unconsciously lifted her arms over her breasts to hide her nudity.
“Don’t do that, sweetheart. Don’t hide your beauty from me.”
She dropped her arms, not feeling the least bit embarrassed or unnatural. She wanted to bare every part to him, have him know her again, know all her soft spots and sensitive curves. She wanted him to explore her, and she wanted to take her time familiarizing herself with every masculine dip and toned muscle.
Running her eyes down him, she took in the sight of his manly beauty. The fact that he was bigger in every aspect excited her—teased her. He didn’t own an ounce of fat, not that she was surprised. Every muscle was tight and smooth, reminding her of newly polished leather. She couldn’t wait to have his callused hands touching her, rasping against her sensitive, quivering flesh. But he hesitated. His gaze was on her, discovering her with his eyes. When he stopped to linger at the vee between her legs his cock stretched even more and bobbed. He was massive and she no longer wondered if he’d fit in her shower, but rather if he’d fit inside her.
He took her wrist, pulling her toward him and helping her into the shower first. The warm water poured over her, dampening her hair and body. He joined her and, just as he’d promised, they had to stand very close, but she didn’t mind a bit. She’d never taken a shower with a man before and she was anticipating having him push her against the wall and take her as his eyes threatened that he would any minute.
Yet first, she wanted to explore him and run her hands down his wide chest, kissing his skin, his nipples, suckling him softly. Bending before him, his tip rubbed her breasts and she trembled.
“Damn, you’re going to turn me inside out,” his words were on the tail of a groan.
“Exactly the point.”
“I’m a rubber band and I can’t stretch much further before I explode,” he admitted.
“Then do something about it,” she teased.
Before she knew what happened, he had her pressed against the cool tiles and his hands were on her, squeezing her breasts, tweaking her nipples. He knelt before her looking up her wet body and said, “Hold on tight, baby girl. I’m going to sample your sweet flavor.” He lifted one leg over his shoulder and she became shaky, clutching his head to hang on. She looked down, watching him stare at her slick inner thighs.
She sucked in a breath when he kissed her mound. He rolled his tongue along her shivering slit and she closed her eyes, allowing the pleasure to engulf her. This was complete heaven.
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Her taste lingered on the tip of his tongue. He remembered how good she tasted, but this was even better. She tasted like plump blueberries just picked from the vine. Excitement and anticipation mingled deep inside him. He’d dreamed of this. Wanted this more than his next breath and here she was, in his reach. What had he done to deserve this wonderful pleasure?
He pressed his tongue over her mound, running the tip along the delicate, juicy curves, liking that her skin was waxed and smooth. He wanted no barrier between his mouth and her body.
Using his thumbs, he opened her gently and admired the glistening, pink folds. Her clit was swollen and he realized her juices were about to overflow. He could see her chest rising and falling with each pant of breath. Her thick, erect nipples were the same color as her lips. Water droplets poured down her body, dripping from her breasts.
He couldn’t wait to devour her.
With his hand he pressed one hip against the wall, pinning her in place. “Once I start I won’t stop until you release all to me. I want to have you on my tongue, mouth, dripping down my chin.”
He licked her clit and rolled his tongue along the fleshy bead, teasing it from the delicate nest. Giving light, gentle strokes, teasing and tasting, he heard her whimper and he smiled against her. He felt her hips buck, but he held her steady, not allowing her to move.
Sliding his tongue along the wet slit, he teased her opening, dipping his tongue in and out, licking her slippery inner walls. She quivered around his tongue, her juices growing thicker, sweeter. His cock stretched to painful lengths and if he didn’t give in soon he’d explode.
Her faint whimpers reached his ears and he loved the sounds of pleasure. Wanted to hear more and more. Gliding one finger inside her, he felt her muscles clench, then he slipped in another finger. Her tight body squeezed his knuckles and he groaned, wanting so badly to thrust inside her with his cock. Thankfully his fingers were long and thick and he reached deep inside her, offering her the release that he was craving. Her fingers were in his hair, pulling, and he liked it. He was torturing her while he was being tortured.
His head tingled and juices filled the pink slit as he controlled the need to slam inside of her. He needed to slow the fuck down. With any other woman he would have already plunged fast and hard and got his rocks off, but she was different. She was a precious gift that he needed to unwrap slowly, take his time and bring her pleasure. Bring her to a precipice. He wanted her toes to curl and to hear her cry out before this was all over.
Raking his tongue over her clit, he pressed his fingers inside of her, working her, invading her with his thick tongue and his fingers. He wouldn’t stop until he claimed what was his.
He looked up her body, watching her arch her back, her nice, plump breasts pushing out. He’d never witnessed anything more beautiful than the goddess wrapped in utter desire and passion. He reached around and clasped her bottom in his hands, pulling her into his face, controlling her with his grasp. She ground his nose and mouth and he tasted her divine pleasure. She gyrated, demanding more tongue.
He’d give it to her alright.
Kace nibbled her clit, suckled the sweet flesh, and her arousal coated his lips and tongue. He continued devouring her until the spasm ceased and she was spent.
While she was still wrapped in release’s hold, he turned off the water, lifted her and stepped out of the shower. She blinked and her bottom lip protruded slightly. “What are we doing?” she whimpered.
“Drying you off, and then I’m taking you in bed.” He did as promised, gently drying her, then picking her up again. He carried her down the hall and into the bedroom where he laid her in the c
enter of the bed.
He stared for a long moment, soaking in her beautiful body against the cloudlike blanket. My God, he couldn’t believe how lovely she was, and he would have her soon. He couldn’t wait to bury himself inside her.
Chapter 17
HE JOINED HER on the bed. He was so large, his erection so thick and the tip was moist. “Hurry, Kace. I need you.”
She couldn’t remember ever being so demanding.
“I’ve never wanted anyone like I want you. Never been so hard. Never had to control myself. There’s a beast inside me clawing to get out,” he admitted.
His jaw was clenched tightly and she knew he was holding back. Taking his time when all she wanted was for him to hurry.
Tyler wanted him to take her. Reclaim her heart and soul.
So worked up for him, she squirmed as he climbed atop her, his gaze holding hers.
“I’m going to embarrass myself,” he said breathlessly. “I won’t last. Not long. You unravel me, baby.”
Her heart raced. Her stomach tingled as she clutched his shoulders. “Who said we only have once?” she teased.
His jaw clenched and he let out a low, desperate growl. He placed his fists in the pillow on either side of her head, balancing himself above her, settling himself between her shaking thighs. “You’re not helping with me in showing control.”
She laughed. “I don’t want you to show restraint.”
He made a feral sound, like a wild animal calling its mate. Her body now throbbed.
“Do you still like it a little rough? Like my fingers threaded in your hair?” he asked in a raspy voice.
“Oh, so you remember?” Her nipples ached. “A little spanking never hurt anyone.”
He lifted her arms high above her head and clasped her wrists with one strong, large hand. “Tell me what you want. Your wish is my command.” He moved closer. “I want to hear the words on your lips.”
“I want you inside me.” She wriggled her hips, brushing his hard body. “I want it now.” She was breathing so fast and hard, she was becoming lightheaded.
“Oh, you’ll get that. What else?” he urged.
“I want you to claim me. Make me yours again, Kace.” Her voice came out as pleading. Her throat was so tight and her mouth dry.
“My God you’re so damn beautiful. So sweet.” He used his free hand to cup her cheek, looking down at her with such tenderness that it warmed her heart. With just that look she could have climaxed.
“You make me so hot.”
He reached for his cock, and she felt the warm tip against her pussy, but he didn’t enter her. Instead he lowered his mouth and kissed her, running his tongue along the plump curve of her lips. She whimpered as every fiber heated up as she shimmied her hips. Her whimpers became moans of yearning.
“Feel how hard I am? This is all for you, baby girl,” he growled.
“Yes. Yes, please!” She lifted her hips higher, but he pulled away, torturing her longer.
“You like it that you drive me crazy, don’t you?”
She nodded her head, trying to pull her arms free of his hold, but he held her steady.
“Tell me,” he demanded.
“I love how hard I get you,” she cried.
“I’ve never wanted anyone like I want you. I crave you, Tyler. I’m starving and I don’t know if I’ll ever get enough.” He leaned in and ran his tongue down the line of her neck.
Her pulse quickened and her breaths became shallow pants. He let her hands go and she instantly lowered them to his back, burrowing her nails into his smooth, damp skin. His cock jerked against her opening. “I want you forever. Understand?”
“Yes. Forever. I get it.”
He thrusts himself deep inside her and they became one.
Chapter 18
“SHERIFF, PLEASE DON’T tell me you’re here to give a girl a hard time again. I run a tight ship around here.”
“You run a strip club, Ruby. Nothing is ever legit.” Kace watched the flaming red head roll her eyes. She was dressed in heels and leather that showed off her body in great detail. With a sigh, she sashayed from her office and into the empty outer room where a dozen or so tables were set up surrounding the stage. In the center was a tarnished pole.
He dragged off his hat and held it against his chest. “I have a couple of questions. You have a few minutes?”
She shrugged a shoulder which sent the spaghetti strap of her too-tight cami down one arm. “Let’s get this over with so you can be on your way, Sheriff. You’re not good for business.” She reached for a pack of cigarettes, withdrew one and lit it with a shiny pink lighter.
“I’ve reopened the Posey case. Remember her? Susannah Posey?”
Ruby drew in a long inhale of the cigarette and puffed out two circles of smoke. “Yes, I vaguely remember.” She tilted one wide hip. “She’s been dead a long time.”
“I read the statement you gave Sheriff Mansfield. You attended a party with Ms. Posey the night that she was found dead. You stated that she had been doing hard drugs and drinking that evening, acting erratically.”
“I don’t remember what I said but if my name was signed to the statement then I’m assuming it was from me.” She swayed her way across the plush red carpet and took a seat at the bar. “Jimmy, get us both a drink.”
Kace waved to the bartender. “No, Jimmy. I’m good.”
Ruby laughed. “Come on, Sheriff. Can’t you indulge a little? I won’t tell a soul.”
“How about that statement, Ruby? Do you still remember seeing Ms. Posey that evening in question?”
After Jimmy handed her a frosted glass filled with ice and a frothy pink liquid, she took a sip, and finally answered, “Like I said, that was a long time ago.”
He nodded, taking a few steps closer and sitting on the stool next to her. “Were you and Ms. Posey friends?”
She took a long puff off her cigarette. “Friends? No. We moved in different circles.”
“Is that so?” He laid his hat on the bar which gained him a disgruntled look from Jimmy. “Recently I was lucky to come across Ms. Posey’s diary. Several times throughout she mentioned your name.” Ruby’s olive complexion turned snow white.
“That can’t be possible.” She leaned forward slightly, a move that brought her heavy breasts upward.
He reached into his jacket pocket and withdrew the small diary, placing it next to her on the bar. Ruby’s expression stayed blank, but he noticed a slight tremor in her fingers as she snuffed out her cigarette into a glass ashtray. “Jimmy, will you leave us?”
Once the bartender took his leave through a side door, Ruby leaned in. “What are you asking me, Sheriff?” She kept her voice low.
“For the truth. You didn’t mention to Sheriff Mansfield that you were Ms. Posey’s boss. Did you?”
She leaned back into the chair, tapping the tips of her long, claw like fingernails on the edge of the polished bar. “I don’t know what you think you know, but I assure you I barely knew Susannah and I wasn’t her boss.”
“Come on, stop the lie. She worked here.”
Her smiled turned sketchy. “You should know by now that I don’t discuss my girls, prior or present with anyone. You have a warrant?”
He laughed and leaned closer. “Do you get that not telling the truth in a legal statement could result in the DCI rushing in here and checking the books as well as the age of your girls.”
“All my dancers are of age, Sheriff,” she sneered.
“True, the girls on the books, otherwise I would have shut you down by now…but I’ve heard a rumor that some girls are paid under the table. Are those girls of age too? I bet it’d be interesting to find out how lap dances turn into a whole lot more behind those doors in the back.” Hell, he was reaching, but he hoped she didn’t pull his bluff. Although he’d bet his eye teeth there was a lot more going on than lap dances, he couldn’t prove it, at least not yet. He also lied about her name being in the diary, but he was following a strong hunch.
Susy mentioned a red head that had helped her out more than once.
“Don’t threaten me, Sheriff,” she snarled.
He smiled and stood, placing his hat back on his head. “You must be getting me mixed up with Mansfield. I don’t threaten, Ruby. I make promises that I keep.” He started to move but the hand on his arm paused him.
“Fine.” She wrinkled her nose. “She worked for me a short time.”
He sat back down. “Stripping?”
She nodded. “She needed to earn money. The drugs she used didn’t come cheap.”
“You’re still saying that she used hardcore drugs?”
“Does it matter, honey? Drugs are drugs. She didn’t turn up her nose at anything. That’s why I fired her. She wasn’t reliable.”
“Do you also know that she had a branding of an M on her?”
“What makes you think I’d know anything about that?” She lit another cigarette and the lighter reflected the light.
“Several reasons come to mind, after all, you did see her undress every evening. I looked back on unsolved deaths here in Bohannan.” He tapped his fingers. “Did you know an eighteen-year-old by the name of Clara Rucker?” He saw a glimpse of recognition in her expression, although she quickly hid it. “Not only did she work here, just as Susannah did, but she had the same brand on her back. An M. Now, I might talk slow but that doesn’t mean I’m dumb. Not possible that could be considered a mere coincidence.”
Ruby’s hands shook slightly. “Listen, I don’t know what you’re trying to say, but maybe I need to speak to my attorney.”
“Is that really what you want to do?”
“I don’t have any idea about a brand,” she snuffed out her half-smoked cigarette.
“Come clean, Ruby. What do you know about Susannah and the brand? Does it stand for a name? What is the connection?”
She took a sip of her drink and sighed. “The connection between Susannah and the other girl is two addicts who needed money.”
“Who was Susannah seeing? There was a man, wasn’t there?”
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