Chapter 17
It was all the encouragement he needed. Lifting me into his arms, he carried me to the bed and eased me down. The hard length of him pressed against me, but despite how badly he seemed to want me, he took his time. He nibbled the column of my neck then teased the edge of my bra with his tongue. A shiver raked me, and I reached for him.
By the time we were both naked, I didn’t think I could take another moment without feeling him inside me. I watched as he sheathed himself with a condom, and then he gripped my hips and slowly pressed into me. My eyes started to slide shut as he stretched me, filled me.
“Look at me, Faith. See what you do to me,” he said, his voice deeper than before.
My gaze locked onto his again, and I saw the passion flare in his eyes as he sank all the way into me. The rocking motion of his hips made the bed squeak with every thrust, and soon I was flying. Pleasure filled every part of me, tingling along my nerve endings and stealing the breath from my lungs. Keaton grunted, and I felt his hard length spasm with his release.
With his forehead pressed to mine, our breaths mingling, I knew that once wouldn’t be enough for either of us.
“I’ve wanted you since the minute I laid eyes on you,” he said.
I laughed, shaking the bed. “What was it about me that turned you on? The goggles I was wearing or the plunger? Or maybe it was the Popsicle stick in my hair?”
“You were a beautiful mess,” he said, kissing my lips again with a gentleness that touched my soul. He stared down into my eyes. His gaze caressed me before he climbed out of bed and walked into the bathroom.
I lay staring up at the ceiling. I’d just slept with Keaton. A man who’d claimed I’d one day be his wife.
Within seconds he returned to the room and climbed back into bed, turning off the lights. I lay in the crook of his arm, drawing an outline of his abs. “I bet those dreams you’ve had of us drove you mad.”
Seconds ticked by in the darkened room. “They didn’t drive me mad.” He turned his head and kissed my hair. “They gave me hope that there’s more to this life than crime and deaths.”
“You do realize my work revolves around death?”
“You’re the light in all of my dreams, Faith.” He rolled until he was hovering above me. “Don’t worry. We can take things as slow as you need. Date for however long you want and learn about each other.”
“You don’t even live here, much less know how long this case is going to last.”
“You’re worth the miles until we figure things out.” He pressed his lips to mine again. “Get some sleep, Faith. I need you rested so we can go give our statements in the morning about the bodies in your basement.”
He rolled over and pulled me close again. Within minutes, tucked in his arms, I fell fast asleep.
****
We both woke with a start at the sound of banging on the motel door. “Daniels, wake up.”
My eyes widened as we both glanced at the clock. I groaned. “Jimbo.”
“Hang on,” Keaton called out. He got up and slipped into some jeans. He tossed me the shirt he’d worn yesterday, and I slipped it over my head, ignoring my need to lift it to my nose and sniff it.
It smelled of Keaton. That hot-guy scent that made a girl want to spend all day naked in bed.
I sat up and wiped the sleep from my eyes as Keaton yanked the door open. “Jimbo, it’s seven in the morning.”
“Is Faith here?” he asked, barging into the room.
Jimbo’s cheeks turned a slight shade of pink. “Uh, sorry, Faith, but I…we…need you to come to the station.”
“Uh, okay,” I said and ran my hand through my hair. “I just need a couple of minutes to get cleaned up and dressed.”
Keaton rested his hand on Jimbo’s chest and started shoving him backward. “You heard her; she needs a minute.”
As if realization dawned on Jimbo’s face, he spun around. “Sorry, I didn’t realize.”
“It’s okay, Jimbo. You’re her best friend. She’s bound to tell you all about it later.”
The door clicked closed, and I grabbed my bag, hurried to the bathroom, and took a quick shower and got dressed. From start to finish I was out in fifteen minutes. It was a new record for me.