Page 28 of In Another Lifetime

I couldn’t help my full-body shudder. My walls clenched, and though he hadn’t pushed inside, he felt it.

“You like that, do you?” he observed. “How are you so perfect?”

“I’m not,” I gasped.

“But you are.” His cock slid forward, forcing open the passage that had been empty longer than I knew. “Perfect inside and out,” he groaned. “Fuck. So fucking perfect and right.”

His fingers tightened on my hips, holding me still while he plowed into me, rough and deep, while I cried out my pleasure and approval. Each drive slapped into my clit and stars flew in front of my eyes, bright starbursts of heady bliss.

I screamed as I went over the edge, Dayton still driving relentlessly.

“So…fucking…tight…” he swore. “So fuck!”

Heat filled me as he followed me into ecstasy.

Still inside me, he tumbled to the side, pulling me with him while his hips continued a slow pulse in and out, feeding the electric sensations that still ebbed through me.

“So fucking perfect. How are you so fucking perfect and right?” he whispered into my hair, repeating what he’d said earlier.

My eyes closed, and I sighed, hugging my arms over where he held me. I couldn’t tell him why I seemed so right for him. And I was beginning to think I never would, because how did you tell a person they might not recognize the body, but the soul was their dead wife? Yeah. You didn’t.

Sixteen

Dayton

“I could stay like this forever,” Vale murmured, snuggling closer to my chest while we lay tangled in bed. The past week of holding her, fucking her, loving her, had been everything I couldn’t have imagined just a month ago. She filled the emptiness that had been a chasm inside me.

“So could I, but Brennan would come looking for us, don’t you think?”

She giggled. “Probably.”

We’d been together every day—and plenty of nights. Brennan had spent dinners and ‘family time’ with us, and while I wasn’t ready to flaunt my sexual relationship with Vale in front of him, I was pretty sure he knew things had escalated between us.

Still… Vale and I were having fun being sneaky.

Right now, the feel of her against me, soothed away my agitation over days of investigating people who just couldn’t stop criming—a word I’d picked up from my little brother. It fit. Just like Vale fit me. She was good and kind and mostly cleared my mind of the problems that filled my waking hours, which as of late had been a rise in fentanyl-tainted drugs, which were causing deaths all over the city. For the past week, I’d gotten lost in Vale with no regrets.

“You’re thinking about your case again,” she said quietly, kissing my chest.

“Crap.” Yeah, I was, and I hadn’t realized it. “Not sure it’s one case, though, even if the drug signature points to one source.”

“I don’t even know what that means.”

I kissed the top of her head. “And you’re better for it, trust me. Anderson and I got tossed on this because of the work I did undercover. Plus I was roped into the last big outbreak of it five years ago when… Well, you know. Around then, they went to ground—never fully went away, though. Every lead dried up. Anyway, I don’t want to talk about that. Shouldn’t. And you definitely don’t need the details.”

Her fingers trailed down the center of my chest, heading toward my lower belly. I captured her hand and brought it up to my lips. She giggled again and nipped my shoulder.

“Playing with fire, baby girl,” I warned.

“Maybe, I like fire.”

“I’m pretty sure you do. Just give me a reason, and I’ll light your ass on fire.”

“You need a reason?”

“Baby, you know I have to head home.”

She sighed. “I know. I’ve just missed—”

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