Page 62 of Wanted by the Lawman

“How about we take this upstairs?” he whispered next to her ear.

“I think I like how you’re thinking.” She smiled, and he savored in how it made him feel good.

She started to shift from his lap, but he held her steady and easily stood with her in his arms. He propped her on one knee, opened the screen door and stepped over the threshold. They worked together by her closing the door and he locked it. Carrying her up the stairs, he stole a few kisses on her cheeks, the corner of her lips, and her cute ears before they reached the landing.

“How is it possible that you just carried me up a flight of stairs and you didn’t even break a sweat? I’m on the treadmill for five minutes and I’m huffing and puffing.”

“You have asthma. I don’t. And you weigh nothing.” He nuzzled her hair. She smelled so damn good, like a vacation to a beach.

Inside of his bedroom, he placed her on the bed and he couldn’t imagine wanting anything, not even his next breath, as much as he wanted her.

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He slammed his mouth over hers, tongue warm and tasting like whiskey. She moaned and he responded with one of his own.

“Yes, this is much better than painting or chopping,” she murmured.

“This is better than anything I can think of,” he said between kisses.

“I’m glad I came.” She threaded her fingers into his thick, satin-smooth hair.

He reached under her shirt and found her breast. She gasped at his touch and an electrical jolt flashed through her body as he kneaded the mound to his palm. He tweaked the nipple through the lace of bra, gently, then firmer until she arched her back, biting back a moan. He inched his caress down her stomach and when he reached the waist of her jeans, he loosened the button and undid the zipper. She held her breath as she anticipated his touch on the part of her that ached in need. When he slid his hand downward and cupped her mons through the thin cloth of her panties he let out a growl that spoke of his internal frustration.

“So wet. So warm,” he muttered.

“You do that to me.”

“You make me feel like a giant, sweetheart.”

She gasped when he glided his fingertip over her clit, already swollen and sensitive. “We have to get these things off you.” He lifted on his knees and tugged the jeans down her hips and she lifted her bottom to make it easier. Once they were off, he blew out a long breath. “Damn. Red’s my favorite color.”

He was beside her, spreading her legs. She easily spread for him as he ran his fingers along her seam. Her puffy lips trembled, and her clit tingled. Gyrating her hips against his hand, she silently begged for more.

He kissed her throat, nibbling a moist path to her earlobe and swept his tongue over the flesh. He suckled and licked until her breathing came out in raspy pants and her fingers dug into his shoulders. She whimpered and quivered, relishing in how good his mouth felt, imagining by the time he reached southern parts of her body she would explode on his tongue.

Zander didn’t take pity on her growing need. He continued to worship her with his mouth and tongue, sweeping long glides over her skin as he dipped one finger under the elastic seam of her panties, his callused finger meeting her slick scorching heat. His rumble of satisfaction was more like an erotic moan. He used his fingers to drive her closer to the edge of the abyss.

Her southern lips pulsated, flashes of warmth traveled through her from roots to toes. When he claimed her mouth again, he suckled in her tongue, reminding her of having his mouth on her center and how he’d suckled her to orgasm. Each thread of sanity frayed, and fireworks shot off in her belly.

“I want you to come for me, sweetheart. Come all over my fingers.”

“I-I’m close. So close.” Tremors captured her and she ground her clit against the heel of his hand. Trembling, she dragged in a deep breath, squeezing his shoulders tighter as the chasm grew closer. She could no longer hold back, even if her world came tumbling down, she’d be here witnessing first hand an amazing orgasm. Her cry swept through the room and down the hall, and nothing else mattered.

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Lowering his night goggles, the man stood in the bushes outside of Wynn’s house, although she’d gone to Zander’s house hours ago. The man smirked. Let the lawman enjoy his pussy because soon the adrenaline rush would belong to him. He took out a cigarette from the pack and lit it, drawing it in and blowing out a ring. He should leave, but he liked being here, close to his prey. He ached to walk next door and watch the two fuck, but there were cameras everywhere outside of the house. The man believed this was a combination of the years Zander had spent in the military and DCI. Hell, every officer was paranoid. It came with the star.

Everything was working according to plan. Townsend had been a diversion. Rudy was out of the picture, for now. That meant the only one he had to worry about was Zander. If things came to that point, the man would take out anyone standing in the way, but it would be with regret. Lawmen didn’t kill other lawmen—or brothers of the uniform. In the end, no doubt, this would get messy, but he liked messy. Liked knowing he could take another human’s life.

Wynn deserved to be his prey.

They all deserved it.

He could barely contain the anger as he thought back to another life. A time when he was happy until he lost the love of his life. How the doctors had told her they couldn’t help her because she didn’t have insurance. How much she suffered the last week of her life, incapable of breathing and eventually dying in his arms from an asthma attack. He fisted his hands, wanting to punch something, anything. He couldn’t bear looking at all these women who reminded him so much of his Katy.

The bitch, Wynn, would get what she deserved, just like the others all paid. Their beauty died just like his Katy’s had five years ago.

He smiled and dropped his cigarette, grinding it out with the toe of his boot. Yes, soon…very soon he’d show her his demons…

Backing up, he started to move toward his car when the feathering of headlights splashed the house. The car stopped on the lane, a little distance from the house. Did someone know he was here? Impossible. His car was well hidden, and it was dark outside. So, who could this be?

Pulling on the night goggles. He waited and watched.

From afar he saw the silhouette move in slowly. From the broad shoulders and height, he deduced that it was a man. But why was he sneaking toward Wynn’s house? A possessive feeling came over the man. No, this wouldn’t work. He couldn’t take the risk of anyone ruining his plans…

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