Page 60 of Grave Obsession

“Probably, but the look of surprise on your face is worth whatever annoyance you feel at me for showing up unexpectedly.” Damn, okay. Point for Nox. I really want to kiss him, how much longer will I have to wait? Should I make the first move?

“Nox?” I inquire.

“Yeah?”

“What are you doing here?”

“You called.”

Well yeah, I did, but it’s not like I expected him to drop everything and show up on my doorstep.

“Okay, but aren’t you supposed to be working?” I ask.

“Do you want me to leave?” Definitely not.

“Well, no.”

“Then what’s the problem?” There’s a fleeting glance of concern on his face but then it dissolves as he turns to me fully, closing the space between us.

“I just…” Whatever I was going to say dies on my lips as he seals his mouth against mine. Fucking finally.

I melt into him, embracing this moment because who knows how long it will be until I see him again. I’m just going to be happy that he’s able to be here, for however long. My kiss becomes demanding, I pull him against me and tease my tongue along his bottom lip. He groans in appreciation but starts to pull away nonetheless. Not. Happening.

I grip onto his shirt and hold him to me, reigniting our passion the way he and Ghost have sparked my very being to life. His right hand skims up my body. The gentle touch breathes life to that side of me Ghost brings out. I walk into him, directing his steps backwards towards the couch. Our lips parting when I push him roughly down onto it.

“Mallory…” he growls, but it falls on deaf ears as I straddle him and crash us together once more. His hands are on my hips as I dominate him. I thread my fingers through his hair and pull his head back. Kissing and nipping slowly down his neck. I pull at the collar of his shirt but before I can trail kisses across his clavicle I’m wrenched back by his hand woven in my ebony locks.

“So hungry,” he says. His massive chest rising and falling with barely restrained desire.

“Starving,” I whisper.

Chapter Forty-Four

Graves

I should’ve known this would happen the second I’m around her. I haven’t been with her in what feels like forever. Not with both of us present and aware anyways. Sure, I could’ve woken her up with my cock, but in all honesty, I’ve been so tired and run down, I didn’t even know if it would work. Evidently, I was wrong.

She’s rolling her hips, rubbing her pussy up and down the hardness beneath my jeans. I can see how wet her tiny little panties are every time her body writhes up over the head of my erection. Fuck me, her boldness is so hot. It’s a shame I have to turn her down.

I flip her under me on the couch and press my bulge into her clit. Mallory’s objection to her loss of control dissolves into a moan as I take my turn teasing her. She’s close to falling into bliss when I pull away. The devilish side of my personality rears its ugly head as I deny her the orgasm she was chasing. I give her a quick peck on her pillowy lips then scramble away from her before she can grab me again.

“Mind if I take a shower?” I say, holding back a laugh at the irritation I see on her face. Before she can answer me, I take off down the hallway, stopping at the closet for towels. I hear her bare feet slapping across the hardwood towards me and I duck into the bathroom just in time, locking the door behind me.

“You’ll pay for that!” she threatens from the other side of the door. I’m sure I will, and I’ll love every minute of it.

∞∞∞

I haven’t heard from the precinct since I left yesterday. The thought that the case isn’t progressing because I’m here with Mallory has surfaced multiple times but I stuff it down; snuff it out with her kisses and comforting embrace.

I know I’m entitled to my time off, even if I’m technically on-call. My uncle practically shoved me out the door yesterday, claiming I was going to kill him with overtime. I’m not. It’s just his way of getting me to agree to time off.

I feel her lace her fingers through mine as we drive toward the next town over. There’s an antique store there, sure to have something she will fawn over.

“Hey, stay with me,” she speaks softly, soothing my frazzled mind as it swims with details of Melissa’s case, and the two before it.

“Sorry.” I smile, but it feels forced. I don’t want that with her. I want her to be able to read me like I do her.

“Are you thinking about work?” she asks and I nod. “Can I help at all?”

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