Fatal Secrets - Desiree Holt Page 0,7

down her spine. With a move that spoke of hunger and need, he yanked her sweater up and over her head, tossed away her bra, and closed his hot mouth around one taut nipple.

Oh god!

She arched herself toward him, pushing her nipple against his lips as heat consumed her. He sucked, hard, closing his teeth over the tender bud. It felt as if a streak of fire went straight from that nipple to her core. She grabbed his hair to hold his head in place, moaning at the contact. Squeezing the breast hard, he switched to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment.

Then, with a rush of movement, he lifted her in his arms, carried her to the bed, and ripped back the covers.

“Light,” she gasped, wanting to see his body.

“Dark is better,” he insisted. “Makes touching more intense.”

Okay, at that point she didn’t care. Instead she reached for the snap on his jeans, objecting when he pushed her hands away.

“You first,” he rasped.

But instead of waiting for her to undress, he yanked her jeans down along with her bikini panties and tossed them aside. His gaze as it traveled over her body scorched her skin, and the pulse of need throbbed harder.

“Now you,” she insisted.

“Close your eyes,” he ordered. “Touching is better than seeing. Come on.”

She did as he asked, squinting a little to see what he was so obsessed about, but the room was too dark to make out anything. She heard a tiny intake of breath when he moved, and she wondered if his leg was bothering him after all that dancing.

Then she didn’t have any more time to think. He was on the bed, kneeling between her thighs, bending her knees back and spreading the lips of her sex. She felt the rush of his hot breath on her skin, then his mouth was on her, licking that wet slit, tonguing her clit, giving it a gentle bite. She was out of her mind with need, aroused to this point faster than she ever remembered, and she tried to push herself closer to that marauding tongue.

He must have grabbed a condom when he’d undressed because she made out the silhouette of him rolling it onto his cock. When he was sheathed, she grabbed the swollen shaft and wrapped her fingers around it, but he gripped her wrist and moved her hand aside.

“Later,” he growled. “After.”

“After what?”

“After I come the first time. Then I can take my time with you and make you come all night long.”

His words alone were nearly enough to trigger an explosion. He lifted her legs over his shoulders and stroked her slit with a finger. Then, with a forceful thrust of his hips seated his cock completely inside her.

“Oh sweet Jesus.” He whispered the words, but they still woke up every nerve in her body. “Zoe, Zoe, Zoe.”

Those were the last words either of them spoke as he pounded into her over and over and over. She lost all sense of self and place as her entire focus was on that hot shaft filling her and the hard body thrusting at her again and again. The explosion, when it came, was cataclysmic and consumed them completely. Zoe wasn’t sure her heartbeat would ever be normal again, or that her body would ever forget the feel of him.

They lay there for long moments, Sean keeping his weight on his elbows to avoid smothering her, even as his cock still throbbed slowly inside her tight, wet walls. Neither of them said a word, as if speaking would destroy the mood. At last he eased himself from her body and off the bed.

“Don’t move,” he growled in his raspy voice. “We’ve only started.”

As he headed to the bathroom to dispose of the condom, she wondered to herself if it was possible to kill yourself with sex.

Chapter 2

Zoe opened her eyes slowly and looked around, not sure exactly where she was. Okay, a dark room, in a cheap motel, covered by a scratchy sheet and worn blanket. Thin slivers of light sliced in through the cheap blinds. Wonderful. The lap of luxury. But where? Why? How? She scrunched up her forehead, trying to think, but her brain was still operating on Slow. She shifted and felt a hard male body lying next to hers. Oh shit. Her next question was, and with whom?

In a blinding flash it all came back to her. The exhausting three days chasing a cold case with intense personal meaning to