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“If you do that, I’ll be ruined. I need more,” I say just as my lips find his again.
I could seriously kiss him all day, as long as we’re also doing more.
Without any further begging, he pushes inside me in one swift thrust that has me breaking my lips away to gasp for air. He rocks his hips, and I realize there’s more there than I initially thought, because he goes deeper, filling me fuller.
He stares down at me, lust and longing oozing from his eyes as he keeps eye contact. No words are exchanged as he rocks his hips again, finding a spot inside me that I thought had died.
Sensory overload is a legit thing.
Everything on me is strung tight, just waiting to break. The more he moves over me, the tighter the strings get. My nails dig into his shoulders as he continues to watch the myriad of expressions I must be giving him as he unravels me thrust by thrust.
Then it hits. It hits hard.
Those strings break, and euphoria crackles across my body like a bomb that detonates in my core and explodes outward. It rolls across me, curling my toes, flashing behind my eyelids that shut at some point, and licks across my skin like hot, incredible flames.
When I cry out and thrash beneath him wildly, his rhythm changes, becoming more urgent. I hold on as he drags out my orgasm in a way I didn’t know was possible, and then he grunts, his hips jerking against me as he finds his own little version of heaven. At least I hope he feels this good.
Boneless and spent, my arms fall away from him as he drops to my body and kisses a trail down my neck. Definitely moving too fast, but I don’t care. We’re doomed anyway.
The monster never gets the prince. It’s always the sweet and innocent princess who wins.
My hands come up, and my fingers twist in his hair, enjoying this feeling while it lasts.
“I plan on a round two, but I’m not Superman. Just give me a few minutes, and I’ll make sure you want to do this a lot more,” he says against my neck, still nipping and kissing the flesh.
A smile curves my lips, and I sigh happily under him.
“I want to do this all the time.”
He chuckles against me, and I find myself hugging him, even though I don’t know when it started. He holds me to him, hugging me back.
“Good,” he says against me. “Because that was fucking perfect.”
It is perfect. Which is why I need to kill the monitoring channel in the living room so that it doesn’t work, lock my murder room, and make sure all my weapons stay in there from now on.
Chapter 9
I never came upon any of my discoveries through the process of rational thinking.
-Albert Einstein
LOGAN
“You got laid,” Craig says as I walk in, holding my coffee that I barely managed to get in time this morning.
I forgot what it was like to lose myself in a girl. And I know I’ve never lost myself in someone so much as I did last night and this morning. Lana is the most unexpected surprise of my life.
I keep waiting to find a flaw, but can’t seem to find one. No one can be that perfect. Not that I want to jinx it. I also don’t want to find out she’s married or something. So I’m close to doing the unthinkable, because she has my head all kinds of fucked up.
“Maybe,” I tell him, smirking when he groans.
“The Ice Princess took you but not me?” he asks as I drop to my desk chair and pull up the databases I need.
“It drives you that crazy she didn’t eat up your charm,” I drawl.
“There’s a reason I’m the face of this department, and it isn’t because I’m the best looking-though we both know I am. The point is, girls eat me up. Women, mothers, daughters, aunts, sisters, nieces… We fuck up, and I explain it away with a charming smile and an ‘aww shucks’ sort of attitude while throwing in a deep sense of remorse. Anything and everything will be forgiven if you have the right face. It’s the truth. Humans are shallow-all of us. Pardon me for finding it a little suspect that she literally had zero interest in me, yet turns around and fucks you.”
“I think Logan is way hotter than you,” Hadley chimes in, coming to prop up beside me as Craig scowls at her. “And despite what you think, not all women are that shallow. Most of us find someone attractive if they have the right qualities.”
“Bullshit,” Craig scoffs. “I’ve done plenty of research on the matter. I’m not just talking out my ass.”
I roll my eyes as they continue to bicker, and I start my search. No marriage certificate. No divorce. No children-not that I’d mind, but I’d still like to know. No…living relatives… Shit.
No one? She has no one at all? I already know she doesn’t have any personal social media. Just her business profiles, even though there’s no mention of her partner on any of them.
I don’t dig any deeper than that. I feel like I’ve invaded her privacy enough. Everything else needs to be things she tells me when she’s ready-like the car accident that scarred her.
It must have been a bad wreck, considering one scar travels from her left hip to her right breast. Another one is on her right side, jagged and large. They’re old. I could tell from looking at them.
I should have shown her my scars, but I was too busy exploring her body the rest of the night to give her time to explore mine. Every time she tried, I lost control, feeling her hands on me seemed to turn me into a horny teenager all over again.
“You have serious trust issues,” Hadley says, drawing me out of my own head.
I notice Craig is gone, but Hadley is reading the latest search over my shoulder. I close out of it and shrug.
“You had me research her background for priors, and now you’re checking her facts?”
She cocks an eyebrow at me.
“Ever met someone too good to be true? I was almost late for work this morning because I couldn’t seem to pry myself away from her. She literally has no flaws. She’s beautiful, smart, sassy, whimsical, and onboard with my hectic schedule, even though most girls immediately have an issue with it. She hasn’t once gotten annoyed with me having to cancel things. I showed up at her place unannounced, and she was twice as perfect as I thought possible. So yeah…I can’t help but be worried, because a guy can fall fast for a girl like that.”
She rolls her eyes and mocks a gag, so I flip her off and start pulling up the latest case files.
“Everyone has flaws. You’re just in the honeymoon phase. Eventually she will get annoyed with cancellations and unavailability. Just like you’ll eventually start noticing things she does that irritate you. Right now is the shiny happy part that everyone loves. It’s why so many people get married after barely knowing each other. It’s also why they get divorced when they do know each other.”
She laughs, and I lean back, mulling that over. I don’t remember the ‘honeymoon’ phase being this damn good in the past.
“I’m overanalyzing this,” I say on a sigh.
“It’s your nature. It’s what makes you good at this job. But I’m telling you, right now the girl could fart out toxic waste that had you pulling on a mask, and you’d think it was cute. It’s part of the phase.”
She claps me on the shoulder as she laughs and walks away, and I look down as I get a text.
LANA: Your boxers are comfortable.
ME: You’re wearing them? Didn’t know I left them behind.
LANA: I figured you did it on purpose. So you’d have a reason to come back.
ME: Already got a reason to come back.
LANA: Now you have two…
There’s a picture attached to the last message of her from the waist down, definitely wearing my boxers. I run a hand through my hair, hating the fact I don’t want to be at work for the first time ever. I’ve always loved the job, yet a girl I barely know has me tempted to take my first ever sick day.
ME: Keep them on. I’ll be back tonight, and I want to see them in person.
LANA: Lucky for you I have no plans. And I’ll just be wearing these when you get here.
Groaning in frustration, I put my phone away, and I hurry through some of the slim new leads. The hotline tips get more ridiculous every day. The Boogeyman case is getting about as cold as my murder/mutilation case.
Several other cases are on the backburner, since no new murders have popped out. The ones that kill once or twice a year are twice as hard to find. Our only hot case is a murder/robbery serial.
I work, looking through some of the leads, examining the same photos as always. After two hours, I’m at the murder board, still trying to piece together what makes these women the targets.
None of them are overtly rich. They all have different family backgrounds. Different ethnicities. Different hair colors.
Though they were all attractive, there was no rape as incentive. Impotence is a possible in our profile, but…there’s something else that is driving him. There’s a reason why he selects and stalks these particular women.
My eyes look to their eyes, then their noses, then their mouths… Something clicks, and my heartbeat picks up.
Just as Hadley walks by, I grab her wrist, stopping her as my eyes narrow on one piece of evidence we haven’t been able to figure out.
“The lab analyzed that clay you found in the apartment, right?” I ask, lost in thought.
She nods. “Yeah. Nothing special about it. You could buy it at any arts and crafts store. And no one knows why it was there. It wasn’t found on the victim or anywhere else in the apartment. They think the unsub brought it in on his shoes or clothes.”
“And the faces had all been thoroughly cleaned then bleached. The hair had also been shaven off and the head was cleaned then bleached,” I state, still doing the math.