Elemental Assassin 02 - Web of Lies

Finn. He shirt covered with bright green limes when I went to Key answered on the third ring.
    West after Fletcher’s funeral. It was one of my favorites. I
    “Yeah?”
    picked a couple of briars off the bottom of the tail, folded
    “We’re clear of Dawson’s office,” I said.
    it, and put it on top of my jacket.
    A slurping sound came through the phone. Finn I was just about to unhook my bra when I realized the drinking another cup of coffee. Sometimes I wondered detective was staring at me. Donovan Caine’s eyes burned why his brain didn’t explode from all the caffeine. “Find like liquid gold in his rugged face.
    anything interesting?”
    “What—what are you doing?” he asked in a hoarse
    “I think so,” I said. “We’ll talk about it when we get voice
    back. Might be awhile, because of the rain. The road
    “I thought I’d be nice and not get my wet, muddy we’re on isn’t exactly the best in the world.”
    shoes and clothes all over your car,” I replied. “Is that a
    “We’ve moved over to the house. We’ll be waiting for problem?”
    you there,” Finn said.
    Donovan didn’t answer me. He was too busy devourWe both hung up. ing me with his eyes. The rain ran down my mostly bare Donovan closed the trunk and came around the car to chest in cool, glistening drops. I’d only had my shirt off me. He opened the front passenger’s side door and tossed a few seconds, but the moisture had already soaked into the dry clothes inside so they wouldn’t get wet while we my pale pink lace bra. The cold night air had long ago changed. Then he handed me a thick towel. I lifted it to hardened my nipples. But instead of covering myself up, my face and breathed in. It smelled like the detective—my own eyes traced over Donovan. The detective had clean and soapy. Mmm.
    removed his suit jacket and starched shirt. All he wore The detective grabbed another towel out of the pile from the waist up was a white, sleeveless undershirt. The of clothes. He used it to wipe off his face and soak up rain had made it transparent too, and I could see the some of the water in his hair. I did the same with my ropy muscles of his chest through the thin fabric. Mmm. towel, then opened the back door of the car and slung the Despite the rain flicking against my skin, a low, steady towel over the seat. Mud caked my boots an inch thick warmth spread through my stomach. This was the closest in places, so I pulled them off and set them on the floorI’d been to Donovan Caine in two months, and I decided board, along with my ruined socks. Cold mud squished to take advantage of the situation.
    between my toes, but I’d wipe them off with the towel
    “See something you like, detective?” I said in a soft later. Then I stripped off my fleece jacket and put it on voice. “Because I sure do.”
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    flickered in his golden eyes, like lightning dancing across come by the fire roaring through my body. A fire I wanted the sky during a thunderstorm. Guilt. Heat. Desire. But to embrace again and again and again.
    he didn’t move toward me. So I decided to up the stakes, Donovan’s hand worked at the clasp of my bra. When so to speak.
    it popped open, he stepped back long enough to yank the I looked at him as I slowly unbuttoned my muddy straps off my shoulders and drop the whole thing in the jeans. It took me a few seconds to slide the stiff, heavy, mud. He moved me back, and something cold and metal wet fabric down my legs and over my feet. Not the most bumped against my hip. The hood of the sedan. graceful striptease, but the golden sparks in Donovan’s That would do for now. I leaned back against the eyes told me he appreciated the view. By the time I’d metal and pulled the detective down to me. The car hood tossed my wet jeans into the front seat, the rain had felt like ice against my back, but I didn’t care because I turned my pink panties—also decorated with limes—as was burning on the inside. Burning for Donovan. transparent as my bra.
    our tongues crashed together again. Donovan’s Donovan’s gaze was even hotter now, and those same hands closed over my bare breasts. He squeezed the two three emotions kept flashing in his eyes, one after another, mounds—hard—then dug his thumbs into my nipples. faster and faster, as