Page 49 of All You Want
“Stop messing with me.” I pretend to slap him and push away from the bed. The truth is, as much as my horny body wants to make out with him, I can’t indulge when he’s only my security detail. “You’re supposed to be on police business, and I’m on the job right now, getting my hotel ready for tonight’s opening.”
“We still have hours. Relax a little.” His face is in the shadows, but the gleam in his eyes is wicked and darkly tempting. “All work and no play.”
“What’s gotten into you?” I tap him playfully, still holding myself back. “This isn’t the sheriff I know.”
“No one knows we’re down here, and any sounds will be attributed to the haunt effects.” He curls a strand of my hair around his finger and tugs. “It’s the perfect setup.”
For what?
I stare into the deep-set eyes whose darkness invites me to plunge down a tunnel of black. Is this my Todd, or has he morphed into something else?
“I can’t. I mean, we can’t keep doing this.”
“Who’s making the rules?” He spreads his hands with the innocence of the condemned. A half-smile quirks the corners of his mouth. “What are you afraid of, Tami King?”
You, I almost blurt, but it’s not true. This seductive entity that looks and sounds like Todd is more tempting than frightening. I want more. Much more.
“If I get involved with you, I don’t want to hide it under a bushel barrel. I want to shine my light bright so everyone can see how happy I am.”
“Oh, I can definitely make you shine so bright.” He licks his lips and draws me toward him like an asp hypnotizing its prey.
“I want you,” I barely mutter as our mouths join and I let myself partake of the forbidden fruit. Visions and sensations fill me, and my body heats and throbs with desperate need. I rub every bit of me, my busting breasts, my sensitive nipples, my soft belly, and my greedy hands over the solid platform of his muscles. I spread my trembling thighs and smush against his rod of iron, lusting to be impaled, begging to be filled and hammered on the anvil of his love.
Hot air pants from my lungs, and moans fill my throat. I’m sizzling like bacon over a hot griddle, and I yearn to ride high on my hard, sweaty steed with his horn deeply embedded inside, pulsing and throbbing, riding him hard, driving him with whips into a sweaty lather. I gasp and curl, gripping tight, friction, heat, rocketing toward a nuclear explosion.
“I’m coming!!!” A keening guttural howl rips through me as I prepare to launch.
“Tami, Tami, what’s going on?” Todd sounds strangely concerned.
Bzzzt! Thud.The mic drops, and the music stops.
I blink up at a dark visage, the same demon I thought I was in bed with. But instead of wickedness, his face is a mirror of worry.
“Are you okay?” Todd’s solid hands grip my shoulders, and he shakes me slightly. “You zoned out.”
I gape around the basement dungeon and stare at the face that’s always behind my dreams. A cold mist settles over my brow, and spidery ice grips my scalp.
“What was I doing?”
He points to the rumpled bed. “You said you wanted to test the bed for special effects.”
“No, it was you.”
One eyebrow lifts slowly. “Me? Oh, I would never mess up your hotel bed.”
“You mean? Me?” Horror dawns on me, and I wonder if I spaced out. “Something’s weird around here. Did you hear the baby crying? The ticking? Do you smell the baby powder?”
His face slackens. “No, nothing. You?”
“Of course, you do. Stop joking.” Panic tinges my voice, and I back away from him. “What else did I say? What did I do?”
His face reddens, and his lips curl with amusement. “I believe you were about to come.”
Eighteen
~ Todd ~
I drag Tami from the rumpled bed and wrap her protectively in my arms. She’s bleary-eyed and so tired. I’m afraid she won’t last until the grand opening. Her body is warm and soft, and she leans against me as I walk her out of the Baja Angel Studio and up the basement stairs.
