Page 63 of Wicked Sin

So we’re moving past the feelings. Fine. For the best, really. “The bomb was detonated by a cell phone signal. It also was rigged to look like a high explosive, but not likely to kill someone.”

“Someone wanted it to look worse than it really was?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Probably to scare you. Maybe to lure you into a trap. They may not have known who I was, why I was talking to you. They didn’t expect a cop to be there. McBride is working on a stalker theory.”

Her face goes pale.

I press on. “And your sister suggested I look into Gerome Lively.”

“No.” She shakes her head, hard and fast. “No, it’s not him.”

“He hurt your sister. Your family has a history with him.”

“Ihave a history with him,” she says. “And he’s not interested in me. Trust me.”

I do. I’ll leave that for now.

I take a deep breath. “The Secret Service is involved again, too.”

She rolls her eyes. “Fine. Whatever.”

“There’s a big task force on this. They’ll get whoever it is.”

“Okay.”

“And—”

“Luke?” She reaches out and presses her fingers against my mouth. “That’s enough. Okay? Unless there’s something else I need to know right now.”

I shake my head, my throat tight.

That’s it.

She leans in. “You’re officially on vacation? No longer working this case?”

I nod.

Slowly, she climbs into my lap. “Is this okay?”

Laughing, a wounded, desperate sound, I tug her hard against me and bite her bottom lip. Fuck yes, this is okay.

She licks her way into my mouth. This kiss is desperate. Hungry. Like she needs to bury that panic beneath a pile of rubble of her choosing. A controlled blast of lust rather than the uncontrollable pain.

Even though this is okay, officially, I know it’s not really. I should take things slow. Be careful with her, and maintain some boundaries. But she wants this. And I can’t hurt her. She’s been hurt by everyone in her life. Over and over again.

I won’t do that.

So I groan and pull her deeper onto my lap. I kiss her, because she wants it, and damn the consequences. And for all our chemistry from the first kiss, I never would have guessed Taylor liked this much aggression. Every time I squeeze or bite or push against her, she responds immediately. Little groans and squirms and pants that get my deepest, darkest fantasies going out of control. Heat spools low in my belly. It’s been too long, and the memory of hearing her shift in her bed, a door between us, spikes my desire into the stratosphere.

I want to see her use that fucking toy. I want to pin her to the bed and bite her all over as she gets herself off. I want to roll her over my lap and spank her until her ass is glowing red and her pussy is so wet she’s sliding around in her fucking juices.

Her hands skate down my sides, sending shivers up my spine. “Luke,” she breathes. “Yes, fuck, Luke.”

I squeeze her ass tighter and grind her against my erection. Need twists inside me. Closer, hotter. I thrust my hips up, desperate to find that contact again, but she’s shifting around, just out of reach.

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