Page 106 of A First Sight
I leaned forward and took her nipple into my mouth.
She moaned, held me in place, and then moved.
It was hard to let her be in control, the pressure, the friction. It was too much, too quickly, but her cries told me I wasn’t the only one racing toward climax.
I used my mouth. Teeth and tongue worried over sensitive skin. Then Maggie’s muscles clenched, her movements becoming frantic, and I bit down. She cried out, her body jerking as she came around me.
It was the little breath of a whisper that made me follow.
Just one word.
Just my name.
SEVENTY-SEVEN
MAGGIE
Makinglove to Drake had been intense, deeper somehow, and staying close to him felt like the most amazing thing in the world.
It still felt that way when I woke up a couple of hours later, but I forced myself to get up, taking care not to wake him. The room was mostly dark, with only a sliver of light coming through a gap in the curtains, but it was enough for me to see his face and know he was sleeping peacefully, his features smooth, without a hint of pain.
I changed into the last set of clean clothes from my bag.
Clinging to the hope this would work, I left the apartment. I couldn’t slip past security, not with them being on high alert, but a lie about getting a call from my brother and needing to see him was enough to get a cab called. However, instead of Carson’s address, I gave the driver Dale’s condo address.
I considered what I would say to get him to turn himself in. I could lie and say I’d wait for him if he did. He might be dumb enough to believe that. But what if he didn’t?
I searched my purse for the bottle of pepper spray and put it in my jacket.
My head was so full of all of this I almost didn’t see the car waiting across from Dale’s building.
“Hey, pull over here,” I said. “Give me a minute.”
The driver did as I asked. “You gettin’ out?”
“No, I just need a minute to think.”
“Meter’s still running.”
“That’s fine,” I said absently. “I appreciate your patience.”
The car across from Dale’s building didn’t belong here, not at four o’clock in the morning.
Dale was out on bail, and there was a warrant out for his arrest.
The car had to be an unmarked police car, the men inside waiting for Dale to come back. He wouldn’t be inside.
And then I realized where he was.
Home.
The place where his parents still lived.
Dale would need his dad’s help. His protection and connections.
“I’ve changed my mind,” I said to the driver. “I want you to take me somewhere else.”
He shrugged. “It’s your money.”
