Page 8 of Her Last Hope
She leaned forward, pressing her arms against her sides, the movement bringing her breasts together and thrusting them further out of her top. “I bet you’re the kind of man who likes to have his control stripped.” Her moist breath tickled his skin as she kissed his neck.
The sofa shifted and before she could stand up and make a run for it, because he knew she was playinghim, using her body…one he couldn’t ignore…he snagged a fist full of her hair.
Her eyes went wide.
“Hon, I wouldn’t play this game if I were you,” he said.
“Who said I’m playing anything?” She smiled as she gently placed her hand on his thigh, dangerously close to his growing erection. “You’ve got me all hot and bothered.” Her nervous smile showed a vulnerability he couldn’t handle.
He blinked a few times, forcing himself to break the intense gaze. “As much as I’d like to flip you over on your back and toss your legs over my shoulders, I’ve got a job to do.”
“Well, I’ve got news for you.” Her fingers dug into his thigh muscle. “I’m not going back until this case is closed. You can tell my father you found me. Hell, I’ll even call him. But I’m not leaving.”
“Maybe I can help you with your case.” With his hand still holding her hair, he tugged slightly, exposing the soft curve of her neck. He pressed his mouth on her skin, feeling her pulse beat against his lips. “And when we’re done with that, I’ll help you get that first fuck after your husband died out of the way.”
She jerked her head back. “Excuse me?”
He glided his fingers through her thick, dark hair, before dropping his hand to the sofa. “You haven’t had sex since he died, have you?”
“That’s none of your fucking business, and it has nothing to do with you helping me with Ramos.”
“Fair enough.” He smiled. “But you’re still leaning over me with your breasts close to my mouth and your hand...” He looked at his thigh.
“Point taken,” she said, shifting to a sitting position, making sure not a single part of her body touched him. “Sorry.”
“Don’t sweat it.” He rolled his head, staring at her profile. The light from the lamp hit her just right, showing off her porcelain-like skin. In all the years since Joanne had passed, not a single woman had turned him on the way Leandra did.
And it wasn’t just physical.
“Staring at you in the mirror with my hand over your mouth, I had some interesting thoughts. Like bending—”
She jabbed him with her elbow. “No need to express it. You’re a perv, and I’ve turned into a crazed, sex-starved widow.”
“I’m not a pervert.” He scowled. “And I’ve been where you are. Wish I could say it gets easier.”
“Not at all?”
He shrugged. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d told a woman he’d been married, much less that his heart had been so shattered, it barely pumped blood. “My wife died shortly after we were married. I vowed I’d never have sex again. Now that’s all I do.”
“All you do?”
He laughed. “I don’t do relationships. But we’ve gone so far off the issue at hand. Tell me how I can helpwith Ramos and your case.” He clasped his hands behind his head and stared at the ceiling.
She let out a long breath, resting her head on the back of the sofa. “Ramos is running a human trafficking ring.”
“And how exactly does that affect you?”
“My client’s daughter is one of seven young women missing in a twenty-five-mile radius over the course of a week.”
“When was she abducted?” The tension between his legs had simmered down, but it hadn’t fully gone away. He suspected it might never with her close by.
“About a month ago.”
“She’s probably long gone by now.”
“I know, but if I can get into where he keeps them, I might be able to find his records and find to who and where she was sold.”
“It’s a long shot.”
