Page 154 of Wicked Sins

“And she—? I don’t get any further.

Joah stalks up to me, grabs my head, and holds me still as he kisses me.

The towel drops. I throw my healthy arm over his shoulders, trying to drag him closer, but he arches away from me, careful not to bump my braced arm.

“I thought I’d never see you again,” he breathes into my ear, sending a flurry of goosebumps over my skin.

“They let you go?”

“Kinda.” He nuzzles my neck as his hands slide under my robe and around my back. “I have to go in for questioning tomorrow, and I can’t leave town, but for now…”

Joah smiles down, grimly at me as his fingertips stroke the curve of my ass. He steps forward carefully, forcing me back a step.

“And…?” My eyes close when he grazes his teeth against my throat. “The…fire?” I can’t even voice what we did to Wayne. What I did to Wayne.

It’s a dream—surreal and fantastic, but slowly fading.

I’ll never forget the taste of his blood, though. How warm it was, how it coated the inside of my mouth like oil.

Guess I’d be ordering my steak well done from now on.

“They’re still investigating.” Something bumps into the back of my knees, and I glance over my shoulder to peek at the bed.

When I straighten, Joah’s eyes are on me, an unspoken question lighting them up.

I nod, and he slowly hoists me up and onto the mattress. I wince when even that slight gesture makes my shoulder pain, but then I’m on my back, and the mattress is feather-soft beneath me.

He kisses me long and soft, until I’m dissolving under his lips. I slide my hand down his chest, but my hand doesn’t go further than his belt before he grabs hold of my wrist.

“What’s wrong?” I murmur, struggling to focus on his face so close to mine.

“I promised we’d go into the station tomorrow and give them a statement.”

I nod, and then scan his face, waiting for more.

“You’re okay with that?”

“Yeah.” I nod and then bring my head up, begging for another kiss.

“What…what are we going to tell them?”

I’m not sure what I hear in his voice, but it doesn’t sound like my Joah. I wince as I struggle up to my good arm, leaning on my elbow. “The truth,” I say.

“They’ll…but…what about…us?” He’s intent, jaw ticking as he waits for my reply.

“I’ll hand them a pitchfork myself,” I murmur through a smile.

This time, when I beg for a kiss, Joah obliges.

I want more. I know he does too. But tonight, the devil’s hot breath isn’t blowing against the back of our necks anymore. I think, for the first time since we’ve met, we know there’s time.

Time to get to know each other. Every quirk, every pet peeve, every inch of our bodies.

Time to figure out what we want, and how we’re going to get there.

Time to fall in love.

Chapter Sixty-Six

---