Page 27 of Beneath the Blue Moon

***Casey***

“I was just coming to find you.”

He looks down at my towel-clad body and shakes his head.

“It’s a good thing you didn’t.”

“Why?”

“That was my mother.”

“Is everything okay? You don’t look so good.”

He pulls me against him and kisses my forehead.

“I’m afraid I have to cut our evening short. Family matter.”

“Oh. That’s okay. I’ll get dressed.”

“Come inside. I’ll change and take you home.”

“Okay,” I agree as he walks away.

Strange… My bra and panties have disappeared. I left them

right here on the sun lounge, and now they’re gone. I put my romper on and walk

inside while drying my hair with the towel. He trots down the stairs, dressed

in a jeans and T-shirt.

“I need your expert investigative skills, Sheriff. I can’t

seem to find my underwear.”

“That’s evidence that I have confiscated.”

“Evidence of what?”

He strokes my cheek gently and tilts my face toward his.

“That tonight wasn’t a dream.”

Oh, dear. I swallow hard as he leans in. If this

is a dream, I don’t ever want to wake up! What am I saying? This is just

supposed to be a bit of fun, right? Right? The answer evades me as his lips

cover mine. He gives me a succession of soft kisses, pulling an inch away

before kissing me again and again. I lean in, craving the feel of his body. He breaks

away, too quickly for my liking, and I groan in disapproval.

“I have to go,” he mumbles.

“I know.”

I detach myself, pick up my sandals, and follow him to the

door. He’s quiet for the entire drive home, no doubt caught up in whatever this

family matter is. When he pulls into my driveway, he hops out and opens my door,

offering me his hand as I climb down.

“Will I see you tomorrow?” he asks.

“I don’t know.” I smile inwardly at his confused expression.

God, he’s so easy. “Some days, I go completely invisible. I just can’t

control it.”

He chuckles and shakes his head.

“Let’s pray tomorrow is not one of those days.”

“Let’s. After all, we do have some unfinished business.”

He leans in, and I close my eyes, preparing for his kiss.

However, he doesn’t kiss me, but whispers in my ear.

“Get rid of Roman.”

Surprised, I pull back and look into his eyes. He’s serious.

“Why would I do that?”

“From now on, it’s my job to make you come.”

Fuck. I literally throw myself at him. When he

catches me, I grind my lips against his. He pushes me against the truck, grabbing

my hips. My nails dig into his shoulders as I slip my tongue past his parted

lips. Why does he taste so good? No, “good” doesn’t even begin to describe the

party on my tongue. Grasping the sides of my romper, he tugs it down to my

waist. He pulls back, both our chests heaving. He moans as his gaze falls to my

breasts.

“My beautiful Casey.”

I fist my hand in his hair as he closes his mouth around my

nipple.

“I thought you had to leave.”

“I do,” he mumbles with a mouthful of breast. His tongue

slithers up to my neck, and he tweaks my nipples between his fingers. “I just

need you to come for me one more time.”

His warm breath against my neck, coupled with that wonderful

thing he’s doing to my nipples, makes me shiver. He adds to the stimulation,

sucking at the base of my neck.

“Fuck….”

He leaves a trail of wet kisses down my sternum as he makes

his way back to my nipple. While his fingers pinch and twist the left, his

tongue repeatedly flicks over the right. A tortured moan escapes my lips when

he bites down on the sensitive flesh. He circles it with his tongue, and then

pulls it and the areola into his mouth. He switches sides, paying the same

attention to my other breast. It’s not possible to feel this much pleasure. It

just isn’t.

“Now, Casey.”

Oh. My. God! The command goes straight to my brain, or my

pussy—maybe both—and I grab his shoulders as I feel my muscles contracting.

“That’s it,” he coos.

He covers my lips, drowning my whimpers. I hang on to him,

scared I’ll fall to the ground if I let go. I brush my tongue against his and

tiny volcanoes erupt in my body. Breathless and bewildered, I pull away and

stare into his eyes.

“How… How did you do that?”

I’ve never come twice in one night before… and certainly not

like this!

“If you think that’s something, just wait.”

Damn. He pulls my romper up and places a lingering kiss on

my forehead.

“Good night.”

“Good night, Sheriff.”