Scarlett’s head fell backward, and her hand gripped my shoulder. She made a sound that was part moan and part sigh. I licked her from her ass to her clit with the flat of my tongue.
“More. Luke, I need you. Fuck, please.” Her cries were making me light-headed with desire. My dick was painfully hard, but I wasn’t letting up until I tasted her cum on my tongue. I dipped one finger into her tight pussy, her hip thrusts pulling me as deeply into her as she could. A second finger stretched her wider and had her riding my hand while my mouth continued to lick, and nip, and suck at her perfect clit. I curved my fingers, changing up the spot they hit on her inner walls. “Don’t stop. I’m going to come.”
Fuck me. Her pussy clenched around my fingers as her arousal coated my hand. I lifted my eyes to hers so I could watch as she succumbed to her pleasure. A shot of pride tore through me.
I was the one who got to make her feel like that.
I was the lucky fucker who got to witness her fall apart.
I worked her through her tremors before slowly pullingmy fingers out of her. I licked them clean as I stood before her. She was an absolute vision, her skin flushed pink, her breathing heavy, her muscles relaxed and sated. My lips pressed into hers.
“Hold on to me,” I growled, nipping at the sensitive spot below her ear. “I’m not done with you yet.”
She wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist.
“Mmm. I feel so much better already, but I bet I’ll feel even better after you fuck me.”
Christ. My already hard dick was protesting the short walk from the kitchen to her bedroom. Scarlett tore her T-shirt over her head and pressed her tits into my chest.
I tossed her onto the bed without finesse and covered her body with mine. Scarlett rolled us over and straddled my hips, her warm, wet pussy rocking along my aching dick.
She lifted herself enough to line us up and sank down slowly.
She felt so damn good. Like nothing I had ever felt before, and I knew it was because this was so much more than sex. It was on the tip of my tongue to tell her how I felt, but we had only been together for a few weeks. I held my tongue, but I could show her. With every kiss and every touch, she would know how I had fallen deeply in love with her.
* * *
What the hell am I reading right now?
After Scarlett and I spent all morning in bed together, shewas feeling more like herself again. She needed to get out of the apartment for a bit, get some fresh air, so while she was picking up our lunch from Downtown Diner, I was scrolling through my phone. An email had come in from the Massachusetts State Forensic Laboratory with the report that I had requested a copy of. It was hard to read on my phone, but they must have sent over the wrong document because this one was not deemed inconclusive.
I had seen the original document with my own eyes before it became a victim of the spilled coffee. It had definitely indicated that the results of the cigarette found by Alana’s body were inconclusive. My laptop was back at the station, and I couldn’t exactly show up there and use their printer.
The door opened, and Scarlett strolled in with our food in one hand and two bags of groceries in the other. I took the lunch from her and closed the door while she went to the kitchen to put her purchases away.
“Hey, baby, do you have a laptop by chance?” I asked.
“Yeah. It’s in my desk drawer. Why?”
“The state lab sent me a copy of the file, but I can’t read it on my phone. Can I use your computer to check it out?”
I put the rest of the groceries away and pulled out two plates for our lunch while Scarlett went to grab the computer.
An ancient-looking brick was placed on the countertop. Scarlett powered it up, the whirling sound of the computer fan filling the space. I shot her a questioning glance, my brow raised.
“What? It works,” she laughed.
“When did you get this thing? In middle school?”
“Shut it. You’re the one who needs it, so who’s laughing now.” Her sky-blue eyes were bright with sass, her smileshining.
“Fair enough,” I conceded. She wasn’t wrong. Beggars can’t be choosers and all that.
I brought up my email online and downloaded the document.
The first place my eyes went was to the results.
Non-match.
