Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 102903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
The realization hit me the other night, the first time we had sex, somewhere between his mouth on mine and the way he whispered my name like a prayer against my skin. I love him, and I’m not sure I’ve ever felt anything this big before.
“You know,” I say, needing to change the subject before my feelings spill out of me, “I’ve been thinking about my CMA calls.”
“Oh yeah?” Dom raises an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips. “What about them?”
“I know I’m getting, like, really good at dirty talk now, but I don’t think I’m going to use that on my callers,” I say with a grin, tilting my head up to meet his eyes. “I’m going to save that for you.”
“You’re getting good at dirty talk?” he questions, and I nod.
“Clearly, there was a learning curve, but I think you’d be surprised what I’d be capable of if I unleashed these new skills on one of my pervy CMA callers.”
Dom’s laughter shakes his chest, but there’s a glint of challenge in his eyes. “All right, let’s hear it, Ms. May. Prove it.”
“You want me to dirty-talk you?”
“Oh yeah, baby,” he says. “Do your dirtiest.”
I narrow my eyes, a playful smile tugging at my lips as I lean in close, my mouth just barely brushing his ear. “You know what drives me crazy?” I whisper, my voice low and sultry. “The way your hands feel on my skin. How your mouth tastes when you kiss me. How good it feels when you let me wrap my mouth around your cock. And the fact that I’m lying here right now, completely naked, just waiting for you to take me again.”
The air between us shifts instantly. His breath hitches, and I pull back just enough to see the heat flare in his eyes.
“Well, shit,” he murmurs, his voice low and gravelly as he pulls me closer. His mouth claims mine in a kiss so deep and consuming it steals my breath. When he pulls back, his lips hover over mine, his smile devilish. “Okay, yeah, your dirty talk has definitely improved.”
“I told you so.” I grin, but my heart races in my chest, and my body buzzes with anticipation as his hands slide down my back, pulling me tighter against him.
“You’re dangerous, Hannah May,” he says, pressing a kiss to the corner of my mouth. “You know that?”
“Only with you,” I whisper, and the truth of those words settles deep in my chest.
I’ve spent so much of my life ignoring my sexuality that I almost forgot I was a sexual being at all. But now it’s like the sex kitten that was asleep inside me has finally woken from her slumber.
And man, she wants Dominic. A lot. All the time. I honestly don’t know if she’ll ever be sated when it comes to him.
I don’t know that any other man could’ve made me feel safe and protected enough to show this side of myself, but Dom has revved my engine up to full throttle.
“So . . . just so we’re clear . . . I’m your muse?” Dom asks and I snort.
“Don’t let it go to your head, cowboy.”
He grins, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Too late.”
But he also just pulls me closer to his body, enveloping me in his warmth, and it’s downright mind-blowing how easy it is to be with him.
With Dom, there’s no pretense, no pressure to be anything other than exactly who I am. He makes me feel safe and cherished and desired in a way I never thought possible.
As I drift off to sleep in his arms, I know without a doubt that this could be the beginning of something incredible.
35
Dominic
Friday, May 24
5:30 p.m.
“Forty-two-year-old woman. Twelve stab wounds to the back, chest, abdomen, and neck,” Booth says, and I scan the deceased victim as a heavy dose of sadness hits me. I love my job, but I never stop hating the injustices I have to witness on a daily basis.
The victim is a woman named Marie Caulder. She’s married, no kids, and works from home for a local insurance agency. Her neighborhood postman called into 911 after he tried to drop off a package that required her signature but she didn’t answer the bell. He said when he peeked inside the sidelights of the front door, it looked like someone had robbed her home.
I scan the bedroom, noting the current disarray. A lamp lies broken on the floor beside the nightstand. The comforter and sheets have been torn off the mattress. And several framed photos have fallen from the walls.
Not to mention, the entryway, living room, and kitchen looked much the same on my way in here.
“There was definitely a struggle,” I comment and Booth nods. “You think we’ll find any of the suspect’s DNA on our victim?”