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She nods, as if expecting this answer.

I clench and unclench my fists. “I thought I was going to get some answers today, but instead, I think it was a setup, and it’s messing with my head.”

Cora’s gaze softens. “That sounds awful.”

This catches me off guard. I didn’t mean to reveal my disappointment. Am I just tired? And I certainly didn’t expect her to react with kindness. Most people would grimace, or change the subject. Instead, she’s looking at me like she cares.

A commotion from outside the room breaks the fragile connection of this moment. Reluctantly, I break away from Cora and lean into the hallway.

“You can’t just barge in there!” Deputy Pennbrook cries from out of sight just as a furious-looking Peyton Reece rounds the corner, heading right for me.

ChapterSixteen

SETH

Heat surgesthrough me so fast my fingers tingle. I close my eyes and kiss her. She kisses me back, her soft tongue flicking against mine. Her grip on my waist tightens, like she’s trying to keep upright.

I smile to myself because I don’t plan to let her stay upright for long.

The sweet taste of her and the heat from her body make me hungry for more. I caress her waist, skimming beneath her sweater to touch her bare skin.

Getting this out of our system, huh? Then I plan to make it last. Fantasies flit through my mind faster than I can fully grasp them. I want to touch her and hear her moan. I want to taste her and pleasure her until she begs me to stop. I want to be inside her, feel her body take me, until there’s nothing between us.

We kiss, our tongues dancing and teasing, our breaths quickening in the quiet kitchen. She tugs my shirt from my waistband and works the buttons free. I shrug it off and toss it to the kitchen table. I return the favor, gently tugging her sweater over her head. Beneath, she’s wearing a black silky bra that’s going to feel amazing between my teeth.

Her tummy and the V between her breasts holds a hint of her summer tan. I take my time caressing up her sides to the black bra. Over the fabric, I gently thumb her hardening peaks. She arches to my touch and sucks in a breath.

I kiss her again and comb through her hair to where she’s fastened it. In one motion, I slide it free, releasing the silky waves. Just this is enough to make me crazy. And I think I’m going to be satisfied by breakfast tomorrow?

Not a chance.

She tugs my undershirt free and I help her yank it up then drop it to the floor.

Her eyes turn hungry. Slowly, she caresses up my bare chest, her touch silky and warm. She strokes over my shoulders and wraps her arms around my neck, drawing our bodies close.

Sweet sunshine, she feels good. I force myself to memorize the way her skin warms mine and the way our bodies fit together. The heat between us explodes as we kiss. I stroke up and down her back while my erection throbs against her tummy.

In one motion, I cup her ass and lift her into the air. She wraps her thighs around me and I carry her to the couch. It’s warm here by the woodstove. Plus my bedroom might as well be on Mars.

I sit with her straddling my lap, then cup her face and pull her to me for a long, slow kiss. She kisses me back, her breasts brushing my chest. I slide one of the straps down and caress her bare, smooth skin. Cora groans, her thighs tightening alongside mine. I kiss down her chest and wrap my lips around where she’s hard and needy, then gently suck.

“Seth,” she groans. “That feels so good.”

“Okay if I take it off?”

She answers with a firm rock of her hips, which brings her pussy in contact with my trapped cock.

I grip her hips to stop her from doing it again. “Go easy on me.”

Her eyes light up in delight. “I think we’ve already covered this. I don’t like it easy.”

I hold in my laugh and level her with a look. “Maybe we need to cover who’s in charge here.” I flip her onto her back then hover over her, sliding my knee between her thighs until it’s nested tight against where she needs me. Even through the layers of fabric separating us, her plush, warm pussy pressing against my kneecap is preventing rational thinking.

She rocks her hips, seeking the friction she so desperately needs.

I kiss her, our lips crashing together. She reaches around my neck, pulling me closer. I slide my free hand behind her back and unfasten her bra strap, then slide it off.

She gives a soft sigh as I caress her, kneading and circling. Her skin is so soft, the swell of her breasts irresistible. I kiss down her neck, taking my time, and take her nipple into my mouth.

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