Page 94 of When He Defends
He dipped a finger into her. First one. Then another.
His left hand kept massaging her. Kept rubbing her inner thigh.
“Gray.”
“There’s nothing nice about me.” He stretched her with his fingers. His thumb pushed against her clit. “There’s nothingniceabout the way I hunt.” He pulled his hand away from her sex.
No!
“There’s nothing nice about the killers I track.”
He dropped to his knees by the massage table. He caught her panties. Ripped them.
The ripping sound seemed overly loud.
He tossed the scrap of her panties and pushed her legs apart more. His fingers went right back to rubbing her thighs, but at this point, his hands were positioned very, very high up. And when his hands moved the slightest bit upward even more, he was almost touching her core.Almost.
“There’s nothingniceabout the way I feel for you. It’s dark and it’s savage, and I want to take and take when I’m with you.” His breath blew against her clit. “And there’s nothingniceabout what I will do toanyonewho ever hurts you.” Then his mouth was on her. Licking and kissing. His tongue thrust against her. Thenintoher even as his hands kept stroking and rubbing along her inner thighs. Except those big fingers were so close to the center of her need, it felt like he was massaging her sex even as he licked her with his tongue.
His hands were relentless. The pleasure overwhelming, and she couldn’t stop the orgasm that barreled through her. She barely had time to suck in a breath, to grab for his shoulders and hold on before the climax shattered through her. A careening release that pulsed and rocked and left her utterly wiped out as it seemed to go on and on.
“Eyes on me, Emerson.”
Her eyes opened.
“You’re fucking delicious.”
He just went down on me in a spa room.
“And you’re mine. Never, ever forget that.” One more caress with his fingers over her quivering thighs. “Something else to never forget?”
The pounding of her heartbeat echoed in her ears.
He rose. Leaned in close, his mouth almost touching hers. “I’m happy to give you a massage any time you want. Angel isn’t the only one who knows how to take you to heaven.”
“I’m…pretty sure the man gives aprofessionalmassage.”
“And I’m pretty sure you’re the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted in my life.” He pulled her skirt back down her thighs. “I don’t share, Emerson.”
They were playing a role. This wasn’t real.
Or was it? “When the case ends,” she began.
“We don’t.” Flat. “We don’t end.”
Her eyes widened. “Gray?”
“I don’t want to end with you. Iwantyou.” He backed away. Pocketed her torn panties. “And, for the record, we both think Hannah is guilty as sin, right?”
She nodded. “Absolutely. Guilty as sin.” The woman had access to all of the victims, their locations—not just because of the honeymoon registry, but because she had the power to find their addresses, their credit cards, theirlivesall with a few clicks on her keyboard. Hannah could learn everything about the honeymooning guests at the resort.
“Good. Glad we’re in agreement. Now let’s go find the evidence to nail one of our killers…and then we’ll drag her partner out of the dark and send them both to rot in prison.” A pause. “Case closed.”
Chapter Twenty-One
“What happens if there is a choice between saving myself or saving my partner? Dumb question. There is no choice. Emerson will always come first. Always.” – Gray Stone
He had a colossal hard-on.His dick ached, he wanted to drive balls-deep into Emerson, but he had a killer—correction, a freakingpairof killers to hunt down—a traitor to root out, and, oh, yeah…
