He rolled her under him, spreading her legs with his h*ps and sliding deep into her slippery, wet heat. Her body took him easily this time. She was still open, her walls still pulsing from their earlier lovemaking. He started slowly, thrusting in and out, withdrawing until only the tip of his c*ck rested against her and then plunging deep once again. She wrapped her legs around his hips, her cries of pleasure urging him to a faster speed. He felt her cl**ax begin to rise, felt her body pulsing around him, sucking him in, caressing his c*ck until she fell over the edge of ecstasy and screamed wordlessly. Raj threw back his head and howled her name, claiming her to the world. She was his, only his, ever his.
Sarah lay beneath the weight of Raj's big body, feeling as if her every bone, every muscle, every tendon had melted, leaving her a puddle of humanlike liquid. A very happy and satisfied liquid to be sure, but certainly not capable of anything so ambitious as movement. He muttered something she didn't catch, then lifted himself on his powerful arms and shifted to one side, one arm reaching out to scoop her in close, as if he feared she'd get away.
She had no intention of going anywhere, but she knew Raj, and the next words out of his mouth were going to be something about keeping her far away from whatever was happening here in town. She was going to have to get used to that, she supposed. Used to having a bossy, arrogant, overly protective, wonderful, handsome lover of a vampire to care about her. Because he did care. He hadn't said it, not in words, but there was something about the way he held her, the way he looked down at her when they made love that said she mattered to him. He considered her his. And Sarah thought there were surely worse things in life than to be treasured by someone like Raj.
"I'm surprised you knew that song. You Keep Me Hangin’ On by the Supremes,” he said unexpectedly. “That was before you were born."
Sarah smiled against his chest. Okay, so maybe the second words out of his mouth, she thought dreamily. “When I was in that nut house my parents found for me—” He growled softly and she laid a kiss on his chest in thanks. “There was this nighttime orderly. The hospital didn't allow any music; they said it upset the patients, but this guy thought that was cruel and unusual punishment. So he snuck in a radio and we used to sit there listening to music."
Raj made a grunting sound of disapproval. “Is that what you called it?"
She smacked his chest in the very same spot she'd been kissing earlier. “He was way older than I was, old enough to be my grandfather almost, and he liked the oldies so that's what we listened to. Motown mostly; he loved his soul music.” She was quiet for a moment, remembering and then she said, “I'm surprised you knew the song."
He huffed a dismissive breath. “I was running clubs in New York before you were born, little girl. And they weren't always the hot spots of Manhattan either. We started out with a working class dance club in Brooklyn back in the sixties."
"Huh,” she said, as though thinking heavily. “So that means you're almost old enough to be my grandfather, too."
Raj laughed. “Great, great grandfather, more likely, but who's counting."
Sarah snuggled closer, happy that he could joke with her and wondering when that other subject was going to come up and ruin her evening. Not much longer, it turned out.
"Sarah.” He took a deep breath.
Here it comes, she thought.
"You can't be a part of this investigation any longer. Just listen,” he added when she sat up and glared at him, stopping her protest before she could draw the breath to voice it. “This has become vampire business, and any humans involved will only get hurt. You'll have to trust me to take care of this, to find Trish and the others.” He met her gaze evenly. “You do trust me, don't you?"
She gave him a narrow look. “That's a cheap trick, Raj.” He widened his eyes innocently. She blew out a disgusted breath. “Don't even give me that look,” she scoffed. She chewed the inside of her lip, then swore softly, “Damn it.” She drew her knees up and twisted around, so she was sitting next to him. “What will you do next?"
Raj rested his head on one muscled arm, reaching out with the other to circle her body, cupping her ass with his hand. “I'm going to find out who's doing this and tear him apart."
"It can't be that easy or you would have done it by now."
He grinned. “I know more now than I did a few days ago. I didn't get much from Regina, but I got enough to know where to look. Trust me, sweetheart. This operation is about to be shut down."
Sarah sighed, surrendering. “I can't sit here in the dark waiting for you. I'll go nuts."
He laughed. “Don't worry. I won't leave you in my dungeon."
"I didn't mean it when I said that."
"I know. But I don't think I've ever seen you that angry before. It was . . . impressive."
Sarah snorted. “It got you off your ass, anyway."
"Speaking of asses,” he patted hers appreciatively. “But first, I've got to call Em."
Chapter Forty-two
"Raj!” Emelie's voice was as frantic as he'd ever heard it when she answered the phone.
"Is everything all right there, Em?"
"Yes,” she said quickly. “It was you I was . . . Is Sarah with you?"
"Yes."
"Is she . . . okay?"