Page 20 of Ice Cold Liar (Ice Breaker Cold Case #14)

Chapter Eleven

What in the hell was he doing? Why wasn’t he under the icy cold water? Why had he just made that confession?

Oh, right.

Because I fucking want her. I want to rip the towel away. I want to taste every single inch of her, and I want her coming and screaming my name while I’m buried as deep into her as I can go.

Gentlemanly? Nope. Rational? No, not that either.

But honest?

Yes.

“You…want me.” Naomi’s words were halting.

“Tell me no.” That was all she had to do. Say that simple word. One word. Easy.

Her lips parted.

He tensed.

“Yes.”

He hadn’t heard right.

“Yes,” she said again, louder. Stronger. “Yes, I want you, and it doesn’t mean anything. It won’t mean anything. It’s just sex. Just desire. A physical attraction. But I want you so badly. I want?—”

He was on her. Kissing her fiercely. Thrusting his tongue past her lips and taking and taking what he wanted. Her fingers curled around his arms. Her nails bit into his skin. She moaned against his mouth, and he greedily drank up the sound.

Want her.

Take her.

He lifted her up. Carried her. Dropped her on the bed and yanked away her towel so that he could stare down at her. See every single inch of her.

Perfection.

Full, round breasts. Tight nipples. Flaring hips. A sex that had been groomed bare. Fucking delicious.

He went right for her core. Grabbed her legs, pushed them apart, and feasted.

His tongue dipped into her folds as he licked and sucked and worked her until she was moaning and arching wildly for him.

Mouth. Tongue. His fingers. He drove her hard toward a release because he wanted to feel her come against his mouth.

He wanted her taste on his lips and tongue.

And, oh, what a taste. Wild. Spicy. Sensual.

Incredible.

“Eb? Eb!” Her hips surged up against him. “I want you in me! You! I want you! But, oh, that feels so good…I-I can’t wait, I can’t— Eb!” Naomi came, quivering.

He lapped her up. Then he eased back. Stared down at her. Saw the rapid rise and fall of her breasts. The flush on her cheeks. The wide eyes that peered back at him.

Mine. Every single inch. Mine.

His wallet was near the bed. He’d tossed it there before crashing in the bed. Without a word, he grabbed it. Took out the condom from inside. In seconds, he’d stripped completely. Had rolled on the condom. Then he climbed onto the bed with her. Crawled over her.

Her hands rose to hold his shoulders. Her gaze collided with his.

She’d said it would mean nothing. Casual sex. Fine. She could say that. To him, it meant everything.

It meant no going back. It meant taking her.

“Eb?” The faintest hint of fear. “Don’t hurt me.”

“ Fucking never.” Then he drove into her. She was tight. So freaking tight. She squeezed him and surrounded him, and he almost lost his mind because she felt too good around him. The sweetest heaven. The hottest hell. Everything he’d ever wanted. His.

His hands slammed into the mattress on either side of her as he made sure to keep his weight up and off her. He tried to give her time to adjust to him?—

“Don’t you dare stop!” Her legs locked around him.

Stop? Ha. He pulled back. Drove into her.

She urged him on with her moans and the frantic dips and slams of her hips against him.

There was no slowing. There was no build-up.

There was just a frantic passion. A lust that overtook them both.

His right hand flew down to wedge between their bodies.

He stroked her clit. Fast and hard. Pressed with his fingers and his thumb and she bucked beneath him when she came.

Orgasm number two.

She didn’t shout his name. That would have been fucking fun. Instead, her head turned, and the edge of her teeth rasped over him in a sensual bite.

Fucking fun.

The final thread of his control ripped away. He pounded into her. Felt her muscles clamp so perfectly around him. Felt the aftershocks of her orgasm as he thundered toward his own release. When it hit, he was the one to shout. To bellow her name as he came on the most powerful release of his life.

With the woman he should have never touched.

The mad drumming of her heart slowly eased. Her breathing stopped being so ragged and pant-intensive. Her fingers fluttered over Eb’s shoulders. Those, big, powerful shoulders.

His head lifted.

His eyes immediately met hers.

He didn’t say a word.

Neither did she.

Slowly, he began to pull out of her.

Her breath hitched. He stilled.

For a moment, she wanted to clamp her legs around him and hold on.

But that wasn’t the way this scene would work.

He probably already regretted what he’d done.

She’d gone off like a Fourth of July rocket, coming as soon as he’d put his mouth on her.

The orgasm had been incredible. Unbelievable.

Until that moment, she’d never responded so completely and quickly to someone.

“Gonna tell me this was a mistake?” His voice was rough. Gravelly.

She held his shoulders. She needed to let go. “Is that what you think it was?”

“I shouldn’t have touched you.”

Yet one of his hands still curled around her hip. Possessively. She wet her lips. “Then why did you?”

“Because I’ve wanted you since I saw you dancing in that fountain. Told you that already.” He pulled out completely. Rose to stand beside the bed. He stalked to the bathroom. Shut the door.

Cold, lost, uncertain, she grabbed for the covers. She’d wanted that wild rush. Wanted the thrill of a powerful orgasm but Naomi hadn’t counted on the after.

The way she’d feel when they were done.

The way she’d ache.

The way she’d still want him.

The way her heart would hurt when he just walked away and left her naked in the bed. Like what they’d done didn’t matter. Like she didn’t matter. Like?—

The bathroom door flew open.

Her chin had tipped down, but now her head whipped back. Her eyes widened as she saw him standing in the doorway. Correction, glaring in the doorway. “Now what the hell am I supposed to do?” Eb demanded.

She rose from the bed. Pulled a sheet with her because she was far too vulnerable in that instance and would not stand naked before him.

“I had you, and I still want you. I had you, and I want to come inside you again and again.” A muscle jerked along the side of his jaw. “Am I supposed to act like this didn’t happen? That you didn’t just squeeze me so tightly with that hot pussy of yours that I nearly lost my mind?”

“I—” Okay. This was intense. He was intense.

And was she supposed to pretend that she hadn’t just come harder for him than she ever had in her entire life?

His eyes glittered. More gold than anything else in that moment. Normally, the topaz swirled. Right then, it blazed a truly golden fire.

“Tell me it was a mistake,” he dared.

She clutched the sheet tighter. Was that what he wanted to hear? Too bad. “That was the best orgasm of my life.”

He surged toward her. Caught himself. His hands fisted at his sides.

She could see the hunger on his face. The lust. He wasn’t unaffected as she’d feared. Wasn’t walking away like the sex had meant nothing. Instead, he was just as wrapped up and lost as she was.

That made Naomi feel better. Infinitely so.

She wanted to jump him again. But she was already sinking fast and hard under his spell.

She knew a time for a strategic retreat when she saw one.

The delicate ache of her inner muscles also told her she needed to slow way down.

Someone was out of practice when it came to hot, hard sex. That someone? Her.

“Thank you,” she told him sweetly.

His eyes narrowed.

“Now, shall we go and find out who tried to kill us last night? It’s sort of important, don’t you agree?”

Eb growled. “Fucking you again is important.”

She held her breath. For a moment, she thought that he might pull her into his arms again and, heck, yes, she wanted that. She was down to?—

“Find the killer. Hell, yeah. That’s what we have to do.” Now his nostrils flared. “I will fuck you again.”

When? She bit back the question.

“But it’s not gonna be in this damn guesthouse. Not on this damn bed. We’re getting out of here, and we aren’t coming back.” He spun and stomped into the bathroom.

Her breath shuddered out. She looked down at the sheet. Then over at the bed.

OhmyGod.

She’d just had sex where her husband had been murdered. Eb had just taken her where Hudson had died.

And…

OhmyGod.

She’d been so lost to Eb that she hadn’t even cared about where they were.