Die For Me: A Novel of the Valentine Killer (For Me #1)(23)
Author: Cynthia Eden

“I like you too, Katherine.” His fingers skimmed down her shoulder. Slid down to her wrist. He lifted her hand to his mouth and kissed the inside of her wrist. “But I want to know what gives you pleasure.”

Pleasure was skating through her right then. A hum of pleasure because she’d felt the rasp of his tongue against her skin and her madly beating pulse.

“I want…wild.” She forced the words out. “Hot.” That had been what he said, right? If that was what he wanted, then she—

“We’ll get to that,” Dane promised. “But first, I think we need to focus on you.”

And he was pushing between her legs. Putting those slightly callused fingertips on her thighs and easing them farther apart. She expected him to thrust a finger into her sex. She’d already tensed but…but Dane bent his head.

“I like focusing on you,” he whispered, and then his mouth was on her.

She wasn’t prepared for the sensual slide of his lips and tongue, and her whole body tightened. She arched her hips, not to get away from him, but to get so much closer to that wicked mouth.

Because he was giving her pleasure. Not reminding her of the past. Just making her feel—

Alive.

When her first orgasm hit, she choked out Dane’s name. Her body bowed off the bed as the pleasure throbbed through her blood.

“And I f**king love the way you taste,” he said, the words dark and deep.

Her heart slammed in her chest. The drumming filled her ears. She hadn’t expected…that. Not so fast. Now all she wanted was—

Again, please.

“Ready for the wild part?” Dane asked, voice rough with lust. “’Cause I can’t hold on much longer.” A sensual warning.

The she saw that he was easing a condom over his erect length, and the guy was very aroused. She wondered if he always carried a condom around with him, or had he been planning on this?

Then his hands were reaching for her. His fingers curled around hers. Not holding her down. She hated to be held down, but…his fingers were twining with hers, not pinning her.

“Ready?” Dane asked.

She nodded, her hair sliding over the pillows.

“Then wrap your legs around me.”

She did.

He’d promised her wild, but would he deliver on that promise?

Dane thrust into her. She gasped as her body tried to adjust. Three years. Not since—

“Only. Me,” Dane ordered. His fingers tightened around hers. Then he withdrew. Drove deep. Harder.

The bed began to rock beneath them. Her box springs squeaked. She wrapped her legs around him, tried to arch her hips, seeking a position that would let him slide in easier but…

The guy was big.

And it had been a long time.

Then his right hand pulled away from her. His fingers slid between their bodies. Pushed over the center of her desire.

He withdrew, then thrust into her.

Yes.

She stared up at him. Her eyes had adjusted a bit to the darkness, and she could almost make out his features in the dark.

Her cop.

Dane.

He hooked her legs up higher. Pushed harder. Deeper. Her breath heaved out and she arched against him, meeting him thrust for thrust. Again and again.

She came, her body tightening on a wave of pleasure as her orgasm shuddered through her.

Dane kept thrusting. The pleasure intensified, stealing her breath. She couldn’t even call out to him.

“Want…more,” he growled. Then he was kissing her. She was frantic for him. The pleasure was all she knew. He was all she knew.

They rolled across the bed. No, they were wrecking her bed, and she loved it. Loved it.

She was on top of him. Rising up and down, and her knees were sinking into the mattress. His hands were tight around her hips as he pulled her into his pounding thrusts. She wanted him to come.

Wanted the pleasure to last forever.

“Not…enough…” Then he had her under him again. Her legs were over his shoulders, and he seemed to be inside her even deeper than before.

Another thrust. Withdrawal. Thrust.

He’d promised her wild. He was giving her wild.

Dane stiffened against her. Shuddered. She almost wished the lights were on then, because she would have loved to see his eyes go blind with pleasure. Would the blue darken? Lighten?

Her breath rasped out. Her heart kept racing.

Pleasure still whispered through her body. So much pleasure. She licked her dry lips.

He eased her legs down. Stayed inside of her.

She wrapped her arms around him. Held him close.

Just sex. Just sex. The mantra repeated in her head again and again. They would part in a few minutes. The lust had been satisfied. The desire fulfilled.

But she didn’t want him to leave her.

Only Dane. He’d made her feel normal again. Given her the pleasure that other women took with their lovers.

She hadn’t trusted a man enough to get this close.

Why him?

But then he was pulling away, as she’d known he would. Heading into the bathroom without speaking to her. Katherine fumbled for the covers, suddenly feeling far too exposed even in the dark. Then she heard his footsteps coming back toward her.

He’d leave now. Go to the room across the hall. They’d have some awkward conversation in the morning and—

And he was climbing into bed with her.

She stiffened when his arms wrapped around her. She could have sworn…had he just pressed a kiss to her head?

“It’s okay, Katherine,” he told her quietly. “You’re safe tonight.”

Tears wanted to fill her eyes. Stupid tears. She hadn’t let herself cry in so long. She wouldn’t cry now. “Of course I am,” she mumbled, hoping her voice didn’t sound weak. “I’ve got a gun three feet away in my nightstand drawer.”

He laughed at that. The same husky, deep laugh as before, and the sound seemed to warm her once more.

Yes, she had Ross’s gun close by. And she had warm, strong arms around her. Someone to hold her in the dark.

Don’t cry. Don’t break.

She could still feel him inside her. Aftershocks of pleasure seemed to slip through her sex. But even better than that, she liked the way he held her.

Dane curved his body around hers.

Her lashes started to fall. She wouldn’t be able to sleep with him there, of course. She’d wait a few minutes, then she’d tell him to head across the hall to the other room. She didn’t want him there when dawn came. Didn’t want him to see her in the light.

She’d tell him to leave soon.

Soon…