Page 79 of Stay Baby Stay

I nod. “They gave her the good stuff. Hopefully it’ll help her sleep.” I slip my shorts off and rifle through my bag until I find my kitten, then tiptoe over to sit on the bed. “She didn’t want me to stay with her.”

“Is it selfish of me to admit I’m grateful for that?” He pulls me into his arms. His hair’s damp from his own shower, and he smells like soap and mint. “I’m amazed by you, Holly.”

“Why? I didn’t do anything.”

“What’re you talking about? You found McKenzie.” He strokes my arm. “And you didn’t give up, even when things got scary. I’ve met other cops who aren’t half as determined as you. Hell, I keep thinking...”

He trails off. I drape my leg over his hip and nuzzle closer to his body.

“Keep thinking what?”

“I keep thinking, if you’d left it up to me to find her, she’d still be at that mall.”

I’m not sure what to say. There are so many things I wish I’d done differently. But living the way Kenzie and I have, literally hand to mouth, you learn quickly that dwelling on the past is a luxury. You can’t feed or clothe yourself in regret, so there’s no point in thinking long-term in either direction.

“I don’t want to talk about that,” I say. “I’m just happy she’s here now. What happens next?”

“We get a warrant to search the Davis’ farm and see what evidence we find.”

“Will it be dangerous?” I ask.

“Listen to you.” He smiles tenderly. “Worrying your pretty head about me.”

“Of course I worry about you.”

Cal cradles my jaw and kisses me. I let my eyes drift shut and my lips spread apart as he reclaims his territory. I meet his tongue with my own, savoring him. I want him to melt over my skin like candle wax, to form a protective barrier between me and the world outside. He must be as desperate for connection as I am, because I can feel his cock hardening against me.

“It feels like we’re stealing this moment,” I whisper.

“It’s a crime I’ll happily commit.” His hand glides to the small of my back. I wish he’d move it lower, over my backside, down to that sweet spot between my legs. But the French doors behind me have glass panels and no curtains.

“Where’s Austin?” I ask softly.

“In the garage,” Cal says. “Fixing something.”

His fingers flex like he wants to do more with them than just hold me. I get the impression he’s trying to control himself, but that’s the last thing I want. I wedge my hand between our bodies to rub the length of his cock. He sucks in a breath.

“You sure you want to do that, baby?” he says. “You’ve been through so much. You should really sleep.”

Technically, he’s the one who should be sleeping. At any second, he could get the call that tears him out of bed.

“I couldn’t fall sleep now if I wanted to,” I tell him. “Could you?”

“God no.” His hips rock, pushing his cock against my palm. I stroke him, long and slow, tightening my grip as I round over the head.

“I need you, Daddy.”

“Christ, I need you, too.” He teases the blankets out from under us. “Get under the covers, baby.”

We scramble to reorient ourselves so that we’re both facing the wall, with my back to his chest. I hold tight to my stuffed kitten as Cal slides a hand up my shirt.

“We have to be quiet, baby girl,” he rasps.

I bite my lips together to suppress my whimpers as Cal plays with my nipples. Strumming and circling them, pinching them gently. He kisses my neck and grinds his cock against my ass. I close my eyes and shut out the world until all I know is the heat and scent and sound of his body.

My clit throbs between my thighs, aching for contact. I roll my hips, pushing back against Cal’s firmness. His hand makes the slow, agonizing journey down my chest and stomach. He tickles my mound. I gasp and twitch in his arms.

I feel the tips of his fingers trace the cleft between my pussy lips through my panties, followed by the heat and pressure of his palm. His touch sends shockwaves of pleasure throughout my body. I writhe in the tight space between his cock and his hand.

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