Deadly Heat (Deadly #2)(92)

The bed began to squeak beneath them. Thrust. Withdraw. Thrust.

“Kent…” Oh, damn, but she was close to exploding around him. “Con… condom…”

His eyes widened with understanding. “Fuck.”

Her sex clamped tight around him when he began to withdraw. No, he felt too good. “I—I’m safe.” No diseases, and she was on the pill.

“Me, too, swear…” His jaw clenched.

Her fingers sank into his ass. That sexy ass. “Then, move.”

And he moved.

Faster. Harder. Deeper.

They twisted a bit and ended up facing each other, side to side. He grabbed her leg, hoisted it higher, and her eyes nearly rolled back into her head because this was it, the spot she needed. So perfect, so—

“Fucking amazing… nothing ever… this good.”

She tightened her muscles around him and then heard the growl that built in his throat.

And when he drove into her again, she came, convulsing around his thick cock and biting his shoulder.

Faster, faster, he thrust, and she rode out the pleasure, and every drive of his hips made the climax pulse more.

Kenton hadn’t come yet. Her sex still quivered when she forced him onto his back and rose above him. His eyes, so intense, blazed up at her.

Her knees pressed alongside his hips. She rocked against him, still fast, her flesh swollen and slick. Lora stared into his eyes and shoved against him. She took everything, every inch, all of him—

“Lora!” He erupted inside her with a long, hot splash. His hands bit into her waist. “Fucking good… so good… love the way you feel… love… you!” He rose up and his mouth locked on hers.

She held him tighter and the pleasure rocked through her once more.

Love… you.

Oh, damn.


“Do we call Kenton in on this?” Sam asked, even as her fingers flew over the keyboard in front of her.

“No.” Monica sighed and glanced at her watch. “The guy probably just got in. Let him sleep. When we have something, we’ll call him.” Because right now, to paraphrase Hyde, they had their good buddies Jack and Shit.

“Speaking of sleep…” Luke murmured.

She glanced at him.

“You’re weaving. You’ve been up all night, and you need to get some rest. Go back to the hotel.”

But they were so close. She shook her head.

His eyes hardened. “You can’t solve this one if you’re dead on your feet.”

Her jaw locked.

“Let’s take shifts,” Ramirez said. “You go back to the hotel, rest up, then you and Kenton can come back and swap with me and Sam.”

Sam glanced back at her. “A few more hours… I should have something then.”

A few more hours. Monica gave a grudging nod. “Fine, but if you get something, anything, you call me.”

Luke took her elbow. “Come on, baby.” The endearment was soft enough for only her to hear.

They headed for the door.

And nearly collided with Captain Lawrence and Malone. The detective’s eyes were narrowed, and she saw that stare dip to her arm and to Luke’s hand.

“We found a witness who saw Malone arrive early this morning at Lora’s house,” Lawrence said, crossing his arm over his chest. A witness? Jesus, who had those cops woken up to get an alibi? “Seems that after the fire last night, Ms. Susan Lynn James didn’t get back to sleep right away, so she was late heading to work today.”

So Malone hadn’t been anywhere near Bob Kyle. Well, she’d already figured that.

“I want you to release my detective,” the captain told her. “And he’d like an apology.” He stared down at her with a smirk she thought she’d never see, and seriously, she wasn’t in the mood for this crap.

When Luke tensed beside her, she knew her lover had the same thought. “Sure.” She barred her teeth. “On behalf of the SSD, I’d like to officially apologize for doing our jobs and questioning a man with ties to all of the arsons. I realize it was a terrible inconvenience having to answer questions you should have answered from the beginning, but, hey, that’s the way the system works, right?”

The captain’s jaw dropped.

Malone’s brows rose.

Behind her, yes, that sounded like Ramirez’s snicker.

She inclined her head toward the detective. “No hard feelings. We cleared you thirty minutes ago.”

“What?” the captain yelled. “You cleared him but you didn’t brief me?”

“I just did.” She kept her head up and her shoulders straight. The guy needed to recognize that when it came to the hierarchy here, the SSD was on top. This wasn’t a pissing match. It wasn’t a debate.

“If you hadn’t run from me when I headed toward your office—” And the guy had really run. She’d thought he was running because he felt guilty over Bob Kyle. But the arrogance was back now. Probably because he thought that he’d just knocked them off-track with his cop’s alibi. “If you’d stayed, you would have known then.” He didn’t get to play the tough guy just because he had an audience.

She left him sputtering and headed for the door with Luke right at her side.

Her hand touched the metal handle, and she froze. Monica glanced back at the captain. Priorities. The guy needed them. “There’s something else you should know.”