Page 37 of Ice Cold Liar (Ice Breaker Cold Case #14)
“Sorry I hurt you. Will never do it again. ” His tongue licked her clit.
Lashed her. Wild and intense. Desperate.
Both of his hands were on her thighs now as his mouth full-on took control.
There was no stopping. There was no slowing.
Her body had slid higher up on the hood, and he’d followed her and he was feasting and taking and she was coming against him.
Coming on the car. Coming with her legs spread wide.
Coming as his mouth licked and sucked and the release detonated inside of her.
Coming…on what had to be the best apology ever.
His head slowly lifted. His eyes met hers.
Naomi realized that she’d thrown out her hands and that her palms had slapped down on the metal of the hood. Her breath came too fast. Her heart thudded too hard. And Eb looked at her as if he wanted to eat her alive.
Been there, done that. And, please, do it again anytime.
“I’m fucking you now,” he told her.
Excellent plan. Brilliant.
“I want my dick in you, and I want you coming around me.”
Fair. She had to swallow a few times before Naomi could manage to say, “I want your dick in me, and I want to feel you coming inside of me.”
His teeth snapped together. He backed away. Left her spread out on the hood.
“Uh, Eb?” Talk about suddenly feeling vulnerable.
He stalked to the side of the car. Reached inside. Fumbled a bit. She pushed herself up. Sat on the hood and started to haul her shirt down to cover her bare sex.
“Condom was in the glove box.”
Her head whipped up. He was back. In front of her.
He was already rolling on the condom. He’d jerked open his jeans, and his thick, heavy dick shoved toward her.
In a flash, the condom was in place, she was perched on the edge of the hood, and Eb was between her legs.
His hands slammed down on either side of her body.
Then his dick was driving into her. Not fast, though. Not hard. Instead, he pushed in, one slow inch at a time. One thick, full, aching inch at a time. Her sex clamped greedily around him, squeezed hard, took him in. Craved more. More.
“You feel…fantastic,” he gritted out.
She leaned forward. Her mouth pressed to his neck. She licked and sucked. Bit lightly with the edge of her teeth. “So do you.”
He shuddered, and Naomi was pretty sure that she heard the sound of his control shredding. His hands flew to clamp around her hips. He withdrew, then sank in deep again. Withdrew. Drove into her. Over and over.
She licked him again. Kissed his neck. Caught his earlobe with her teeth and tugged.
He had her off the car. He’d yanked her into his arms. “Legs around me.”
Her legs locked around him. He took two frantic steps and had her against the wall of the garage. He pounded into her. Fast and frantic. Deep and hard. He pinned her against the wall even as one hand snaked between their bodies. Pushed down to her clit. He tormented, pressed, and he?—
Release. Naomi opened her mouth to scream as the orgasm erupted, but his mouth took hers.
He kissed her with a wild fury even as his hips jerked and he emptied into her.
The release held her captive as surely as he did.
Pleasure poured through her body on wave after earth-shattering wave.
She was pretty sure the whole world had just obliterated around her.
His head slowly lifted. His eyes met hers.
She still had on a shirt. At least, Naomi thought she did. Yes, yes, she did. Shirt, check.
Body-quaking orgasm? Check, check.
He still wore his t-shirt, too. And his jeans, mostly. Her legs were locked around his hips, and he was lodged inside of her.
“That was…” Naomi licked her lips. “Probably the best apology I’ve ever had in my life.”
Laughter boomed from him. Deep and warm and real.
And the cold spaces deep inside? The spaces that she’d thought might never be filled? The ones that lurked in the hidden places of her heart…
They started to warm.
“Sweetheart…” He leaned down and lightly kissed her lips. “I can apologize all day long.”
She was the one to laugh then. Against his mouth. To feel the warmth spread inside of her as she laughed and held him. Her thoughts were scattered. Hopeful. Don’t use me. Don’t lie to me. Let this be real. Let us be real.
“But how about we take this inside?” Eb suggested with a wide smile. One that had his dimple winking at her.
Going in was probably a great plan. She’d also never, ever be able to look at his Impala the same way.
Carefully, he withdrew. He lowered Naomi until her feet touched the floor of the garage. He ditched the condom. Tossed it into the trash and straightened his own clothes. With tender hands, he helped her to dress. His fingers twined with hers as they headed out of the garage.
They passed Henry. A Henry who sat near the exterior of the garage, with his paws over his eyes.
“I think we embarrassed him,” Eb noted.
She felt heat burn her cheeks.
“Better get used to me being around her, buddy,” Eb warned her dog. “I don’t plan on disappearing anytime soon.
Naomi’s steps stumbled. Did he mean those words? No, he couldn’t. This wasn’t for keeps. This was just—attraction. Lust. It was?—
“I believe you, Naomi,” Eb said.
The words pulled her eyes to him. Naomi found his gaze locked straight on her.
“I believe you,” Eb repeated.
Those words sank into her. Poured through her.
“So after I fuck you at least twice more, how about we head out and hunt down the killer?”
Her heart raced. “Twice more?”
“Trying to make the apology good for you.” But no humor lined his face now.
He stopped right near the back door of the safe house.
“I won’t lie to you. Not ever again. Ask me anything.
I’ll give you the truth, no matter how dark or brutal.
No matter if I think the truth will make you run from me, I’ll give it to you. ”
She was almost afraid to ask the questions that swirled in her head.
“I’m gonna be on your side, Naomi.”
“Why?”
His free hand lifted. Tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. “Because I believe you.”
Her head turned. Brushing her lips against his palm felt like the most natural thing in the world. And, maybe it was crazy, but a part of her really, really hoped that one day, he’d tell her that he wanted to be at her side…
Because he loved her.