Page 28 of Beneath the Blue Moon
“Why?”
“That was my mother.”
“Is everything okay?You don’t look so good.”
He pulls me against him and kisses my forehead.
“I’m afraid I have to cut our evening short.Family matter.”
“Oh.That’s okay.I’ll get dressed.”
“Come inside.I’ll change and take you home.”
“Okay,” I agree as he walks away.
Strange… My bra and panties have disappeared.I left themright here on the sun lounge, and now they’re gone.I put my romper on and walkinside while drying my hair with the towel.He trots down the stairs, dressedin a jeans and T-shirt.
“I need your expert investigative skills, Sheriff.I can’tseem to find my underwear.”
“That’s evidence that I have confiscated.”
“Evidence of what?”
He strokes my cheek gently and tilts my face toward his.
“That tonight wasn’t a dream.”
Oh, dear.I swallow hard as he leans in.If thisis a dream, I don’t ever want to wake up!What am I saying?This is justsupposed to be a bit of fun, right?Right?The answer evades me as his lipscover mine.He gives me a succession of soft kisses, pulling an inch awaybefore kissing me again and again.I lean in, craving the feel of his body.He breaksaway, too quickly for my liking, and I groan in disapproval.
“I have to go,” he mumbles.
“I know.”
I detach myself, pick up my sandals, and follow him to thedoor.He’s quiet for the entire drive home, no doubt caught up in whatever thisfamily matter is.When he pulls into my driveway, he hops out and opens my door,offering me his hand as I climb down.
“Will I see you tomorrow?”he asks.
“I don’t know.”I smile inwardly at his confused expression.God, he’s so easy.“Some days, I go completely invisible.I just can’tcontrol it.”
He chuckles and shakes his head.
“Let’s pray tomorrow is not one of those days.”
“Let’s.After all, we do have some unfinished business.”
He leans in, and I close my eyes, preparing for his kiss.However, he doesn’t kiss me, but whispers in my ear.
“Get rid of Roman.”
Surprised, I pull back and look into his eyes.He’s serious.
“Why would I do that?”
“From now on, it’smyjob to make you come.”
Fuck.Iliterallythrow myself at him.When hecatches me, I grind my lips against his.He pushes me against the truck, grabbingmy hips.My nails dig into his shoulders as I slip my tongue past his partedlips.Why does he taste so good?No, “good” doesn’t even begin to describe theparty on my tongue.Grasping the sides of my romper, he tugs it down to mywaist.He pulls back, both our chests heaving.He moans as his gaze falls to mybreasts.
“My beautiful Casey.”
