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“But you’ve never been kissed like this.” His lips meet mine, tentative at first, then harsher.

I’m so shocked, so utterly and completely entranced by his taste, by the warm, smooth glide of his lips over mine that I’m frozen in place. This is why I don’t fight him, so I tell myself, and nothing to do with the intoxicating desire rushing through me. And its desire that has me kissing him back and fisting his jacket.

My mind empties, narrowing till there is only Blake and me and this delicious throbbing at my core. My hands unfurl and skate up his body, locking around his neck as my back arches. Blake deepens the kiss, his tongue slipping inside to tangle with mine, and as he groans, I feel his erection pressing against me.

Reality slaps me in the face, and I break the kiss, shoving Blake away from me, then I run.

CHAPTER TEN

ROMAN

Itake my coffee back to bed and climb under the covers, but it doesn’t last when my phone rings five minutes later.

“Oz, what’s up?”

“I’m sending you the investigation details of the last victim. But I also got a hit from Kincaid’s car reg in that area a day after the murder.”

“Son of a bitch! Did you find anything on Sydney?” When Blake posed the idea of using Sydney as another route to bring Kincaid down, I asked Oz to dig a little deeper into our seemingly innocent reverend’s daughter.

“Nah, the girl is clean as a whistle. The only black spot in her perfect life is that prick of an ex she was set to marry.”

“Well, he’s out of the picture.”

“You planning on using her?”

“Possibly. Kincaid came back injured. Check hospital reports for hand injuries and anyone matching his description. If he did go to the hospital, I doubt he used the name Kincaid.”

“Will do.”

I end the call and open Oz’s latest email. Opening the first attachment, it’s a medical examiner’s report detailing the victim’s numerous injuries. A quick scan is all I need to confirmwhoever did this is the same person who killed my sister. Kincaid is smart enough to not hit the same county twice and he adjusts small details of his MO to throw off any chance of them being linked. It goes at least some way to explaining why the old bill haven’t linked them yet.

I shower and dress before heading to the spare room we’re using as an office. Paperwork is spread out over the large desk and pinned to the walls is a timeline naming all the victims over the last few years.

Pauline Lees, aged 22, dark hair, green eyes.

Jessica Trent, aged 20, dark hair, brown eyes.

Donna Sharpe, aged 22, blonde hair, blue eyes.

Kylie Ackers, aged 19, blonde hair, green eyes.

Susan Bell, aged 21, dark hair, brown eyes.

The names keep going to include another half a dozen, and these are the ones we know about. My eyes land on my sister’s name; Annabel Stone, aged 23, dark hair, blue eyes. There is no specific type, no pattern as to how he chooses them. It all seems random. But they are not spur of the moment. He comes prepared, hunting until he finds just what he’s looking for.

The front door slams, snapping me from my thoughts, and I look at my watch. A second later, Blake appears in the doorway, looking tense and flustered. He marches into the room, without so much as a hello, and right up to me, then grabs my face between his hands and kisses me.

“What the—” I stop and lick my lips, tasting something sweet. Leaning in, I sniff Blake’s neck, jolting backwards when I’m hit with the scent of coconut. “Is that?—”

“Syd? Yep, and ain’t it the sweetest fucking thing you ever tasted?” Blake replies, locking his hands behind his head and pacing the room.

“You kissed her?”

“Uh-huh. She kissed me right fucking back too. God, it was divine.”

“Seems she left you hanging though,” I say, with a gesturing nod toward the front of his jeans. Stepping into his path, I stop his pacing and grab a hold of his painfully hard cock. “Need me to relieve this for you?” I ask wickedly and fully on board with the idea as I give him a rough squeeze.

He groans a garbled response, which I read as a yes, and I begin unbuttoning his trousers as I trail a path of kisses and nips along the column of his neck. Reaching his mouth, I kiss him, drowning out his moans as I wrap my hand tightly around his shaft. After a couple of hard pumps, with Blake thrusting into my fisted hand, I release him and spin him as I push him against the wall.

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