“Oh God,” she moaned. She couldn’t take it if he stopped now. Judging from the bulge still caged in his pants, Daya had no doubt stopping was far from Warren’s mind. She arched into him, unleashing his control.
He pulled back, unfastened his pants and pushed them down past his butt.
He was so big, so beautiful. She reached her hand out to touch him and he grabbed her wrists, pining them both above her head and pressing the full weight of his body into her, ravishing her neck with kisses as he pushed his penis deep inside her.
“God!” she screamed. The intrusion felt startling, yet wonderful. He released her wrists, leveling himself to rock hard and fast. She panted and moaned. Rain tickled her tongue, spattered against her closed eyes. The sound of droplets hitting the truck began to increase. They seemed so distant, yet each drop heightened her senses. It was raining harder now, but she didn’t care. She couldn’t stop now.
She clutched at his back with her fingertips, hoisted her legs, wrapping her ankles around to rest on his butt. She inhaled his masculine aroma mixed with the smell of a summer rain and she came so slowly she thought she might die from pleasure.
He kept driving in. his breathing labored, his movements primal. He slid out just enough to come back in with force. She was building again and he hadn’t even come once. She needed more, but she wasn’t sure she could take him deeper. Her body defied her thoughts as she arched her hips to meet each thrust. “More,” she whimpered. Her voice seemed barely audible as the beat of the rain became louder.
Warren pushed in harder, faster, as if he had heard her pleas. One final thrust and he came, spurting warm liquid inside her. She was still in need, still near climax. She slipped her hand between their bodies, found her clit and pressed hard. Feeling the zing of pleasure rush through her body, she subsided into a state of complete satisfaction.
If it weren’t for the pelting rain, she could have fallen asleep. A slow rumble of thunder rolled across the sky.
“I could stay inside you forever,” he mumbled in her ear. “But I think we should get out of the storm.”
“Me too,” she muttered groggily. It took all her strength to release him, pull what was left of her blouse back over her shoulders, find her panties and climb back into the truck.
“Are you going to drive or just sit here?”
“As soon as my cock stops asking me to take you again, I can get my mind on driving.”
Another loud boom shook the sky, followed by a sharp crack of lightening.
“You can have seconds once we’re in from the storm.”
“That a promise?”
“Of course,” she smiled. “You might have to give me a little recover time. It’s been a while since I had to play hostess.” The real thing and a vibrator were two completely different animals.
“You played hostess very well,” he grinned. “You’ve got about fifteen minutes love. That’s how long it’s going to be before we get through the front door.”
Chapter Five
The fact still remained that she had questions and he had the answers. She wanted to know how they could be inside each other’s head. He had explained his ability to dream walk, though she didn’t fully understand it. Her major concern was being able to hear his question when he hadn’t said anything. It hadn’t happened since the first time, which created more questions.
Warren had simply explained it as their being connected. He had said the sooner she accepted the reality of their souls being connected, the sooner they could explore how far the connection could go.
“That’s not an answer.”
“Yes it is. It’s just not the one you want.”
“You can read my thoughts right now?” Sarcasm evident in her tone.
“No,” he came to rest on the bed beside her. “You’re a lawyer. You deal in facts.” He slid his hand along her thigh. His blue button down covered enough of her body to peak his arousal. She could tell he wanted her, but she wasn’t going to give in-not yet anyway.
“Daya, there is no scientific research for this. For centuries, my people have experienced more than even we can explain. I don’t know why I have this gift. I do know if you weren’t my intended match, you wouldn’t have heard my thoughts.”
“But I can’t hear them now.”
“I can’t explain that.”
She fell back to the pillow and let out a swoosh of air. This was all so frustrating. “So you’ve dream walked with others?” She knew the answer; he had already answered that question in so many words.
“Yes.”
“Women?”
“Yes.”
She stroked her fingers over the shirt buttons. “Did you do to them what you did to me that first night?”
“Yes.” His voice was smooth as honey.
She closed her eyes and inhaled slowly. This was insane. Why did it matter? It did matter. She felt like a college virgin wanting to ask if she were any good, if she had pleasured him. She had. She knew from the way he came inside her, from how thick with desire his voice was now. Still, she had climaxed before he had. She was already riding her second wave when he found his first. Suddenly, she felt heat rising in her cheeks. She was a good lover. She had never had any complaints. Then again, she’d only had two partners her entire life.
“Don’t do this,” he whispered in her ear.
“Do what?” She spoke softly, refusing to open her eyes for fear a tear might escape.
“You’re imagining what I did to them. How I felt. It doesn’t matter.” He pressed his lips to her cheek.
“I can do better.” Se opened her eyes, but she refused to look at him. She fixated on the ceiling tile, silently praying he wouldn’t think she wasn’t enough. “I’m off my game right now because of the stress, but once this case is behind me,” she gestured with her hands, “I can do better. I can.” She affirmed.
“I thought what you did back there on my truck was damn good. But if you want to go for another run, I’m ready. Just don’t try to change anything. I love you, Daya. I want you too. So much so I’m near dying trying to control myself.”
Finally, she turned her head so their eyes could meet. A smile tugged at her lips. “I’m not usually this insecure.”
“I am. When you told me about you and the judge, I wasn’t sure. I didn’t want to be the guy that didn’t measure up. You were in love with him.” He laughed nervously. “Well, at least I know I’m not the only one trying to impress.”
She laughed. “Well how about impressing me right now?”
“You want me?” His voice was low and sultry.
“Uh huh,” she nodded.
“Say it,” he said.
“I want you,” she whispered.
In one swift move he was on top of her again. His hand slipped between her thighs, caressing her smooth skin and stroking her clit.
“Oh,” she moaned. “You keep that up and I’m going to come right now.”
“Long as you come again,” he smiled. She shifted her hips. He took her plea into consideration, releasing his erection and pushing into her. He remained still as he locked his eyes with hers. Her hips rose instinctually.
Her phone rang. “Not now Julian,” she tried to drown out the sound of Beethoven’s Ninth, but as quickly as the phone stopped ringing, it started again.
She shifted, pulling her purse from the floor and grabbing the slender phone. Warren caressed her neck with his lips as he slowly rocked inside of her.
“Julian, now isn’t a good…time,” she bit her lip to hold back the moan of satisfaction.
“Daya, where the hell are you?” His tone was filled with anger.
“Warren,” she slapped his shoulder to get him to stop his shallow thrust. “He came by the courthouse.”
He continued to rock on top of her.
“You’re with him now aren’t you?”
She felt a faint wisp of air on her neck. Warren was obviously getting a kick out of Julian’s inquisition.
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“Damn! Well at least I should be glad you’re safe. Somebody broke into your house. Daya! Are you listening to me?”
She was and apparently Warren was too because he went into cop mode real fast.
“What did they take?” She envisioned the living room without the television, the bedroom without her jewelry and her office without her computer.
“Nothing from what I can tell. Your underwear is scattered all over your bed, drawers emptied out. Damn it, I was worried some sick bastard had taken you God knows where.”
Warren eased out of her and took the phone from her hand. “What did the cops say?” She heard Warren ask. Several “okays” and “maybes” later, Warren said, “We’ll be right there,” and he ended the call.
“Cops think it’s the serial rapist striking again.”
“That’s not his M.O.”
He raised an eyebrow as if to ask what she knew about it.
“I live in Gilbert. I stay abreast of the stories hitting close to home.” She pulled on her skirt. Her blouse was a mess. There was no way she could meet Julian with her blouse hanging off of her. Meeting him in Warren’s shirt wasn’t ideal either, but it was the only option at the moment.
Chapter Six
Daya sat in the corner, waiting for the officers to leave. She watched Warren move about as if he were in his jurisdiction. Julian stuck to his side as if he too were a cop.
“Well, if nothing’s missing,” officer Hector Nirvana looked at Daya again.
She averted eye contact with Warren as she slowly shook her head no.
“Daya,” Warren used his cop voice. “What’s missing?” He approached her cautiously. “These officers can’t do their job if you don’t tell them the truth.”
“I can’t,” she mumbled.
Officer Nirvana approached with Julian in tow.
“Mam, if something’s missing we need to know.”
“Daya?” Warren used his cop voice again and she knew he meant business.
“I can’t.”
“Yes you can.”
She bit her bottom lip and mumbled, “My vibrator.” It was in her underwear drawer sandwiched between the black and the pink bras. It wasn’t anywhere to be found when the officers let her in the room to survey the damage.
“What was that mam?”
She cleared her throat. “My vibrator.” She watched the young officer’s cheeks redden. She was sure hers had done the same.
“That’s more than I need to know,” Julian walked away briskly.
“I’ll make a note of it on the um…report.” Officer Nirvana walked away.
Daya buried her face in the palms of her hands. Now, she’d have it as public record that she owned a vibrator. “This is so embarrassing.”
“You’re a young woman with a healthy sexual appetite. What’s embarrassing about that?”
“It wasn’t your vibrator,” she said dryly.
“You bought it.” He said as if she couldn’t possibly be embarrassed if she had the nerve to buy one in the first place.
“It was a gift. After Alex and I broke up, Dahlia, my best friend, bought it for me.”
“Oh,” he said. He leaned in close and whispered in her ear, “You won’t need it anymore.” He straightened up, looked in her eyes, winked and walked away. She sat on her kitchen barstool, shocked, aroused and confused. Why would anybody want her vibrator? It was small, used and not worth anything to anybody at all.
~*~
Isaac sat at the defense table admiring the view of his attorney’s legs. He caught the judge admiring the same view. A smile crept into his lips. He would bet anything the judge had experienced having those long legs wrapped around him.
“I have no further questions for this witness, your honor.”
She had class. Isaac had to give her that. He had spent months watching her, studying her habits. She had no idea how intimately he knew her.
He loved feeling her fear; knowing he caused it was a turn on. He wanted her, even if just for one night. But this detective complicated matters. No, the fact Daya knew of his guilt complicated matters. He would never seduce her into his bed now. She also was the type of woman that wanted to see justice done. Unless there was a full acquittal, she might be trouble.
The hunter inside of him wouldn’t let her go. Maureen had been the first. Crushing the life out of her had been sheer ecstasy. Getting away with it would be bliss. He couldn’t stop now.
Isaac slid his index finger across his lips as he watched the steady sway of Daya’s hips.
“The prosecution rests.”
Daya stood. “The defense has no witnesses to call, your honor.”
“Counselor,” Alex cautioned.
“My client was at a charity function. Several people saw him there, but he does not wish to put the generous guests in the position of testifying.” She sat back down in her chair.
Isaac knew she had blown enough holes in the prosecutions defense to confuse the jury. Worse case scenario at this point was a hung jury.
Isaac sat listening to closing arguments. He listened to the judge’s instructions and he waited the forty minutes it took the jury to deliberate.
“Has the jury reached a verdict?”
“We have your honor.” The foreman said.
Isaac watched the note passed from juror to judge and back again.
“Will the defendant please rise?”
Isaac did. Daya had been slow to rise beside him.
“We the jury find the defendant, Isaac Kroger, not guilty.”
A small commotion rose as reporters fled the room to announce the verdict. Isaac leaned in close to Daya, pulling her into his embrace and he whispered in her ear, “Killing’s like sex. One time is never enough.” He kissed her ear before releasing his grip.
Chapter Seven
“I have to make this right.” A murderer had just gone free, and it was her fault. At least that’s the way she saw it.
“It’s over, Daya.” Warren pulled her into his arms.
“He’ll do this again. I can’t live with that guilt.” She leaned into him, allowing him to support her weight. Being at his home was comforting. She could almost forget the day’s events—almost, but not quite.
“It won’t be your fault. Even if you could find evidence, what would you do with it? They can’t retry…”
“Double Jeopardy—I know the law. Maybe I could find something else. Insurance fraud, embezzlement, something.”
“You’re grasping at straws, counselor.”
“Do me a favor? Don’t call me that—not tonight. Please?” Tonight, she just wanted to forget about her job. She needed to forget about the case she should have lost. She didn’t want to think about Isaac Kroger and the fact that he got away with murder. But her mind couldn’t rest. “I wanted to lose this one, Warren. I needed to lose this one.”
“I know.” He whispered.
What amazed her was that he really did know. He seemed to feel her frustration and pain. He knew the torment she was experiencing, and he was experiencing his own because he couldn’t help her.
“Warren?”
“Yes,” his voice was low and comforting.
“Will you make love to me?” She needed to feel their connection, needed his warmth to embrace her.
“Daya…”
“This isn’t about relieving stress. I just need to feel connected to someone good. Please?” She pressed her lips to his, softly coaxing him deeper into her embrace. “Please?””
He responded; rewarding her with tender kisses as his hands explored her body. He pulled away and mumbled, “You need sleep.”
“No I don’t.” She pushed her hands beneath his shirt. He grabbed her wrists.
“There are other ways to connect.”
She knew what he meant. She could let him into her dreams. “What if I can’t fall asleep?”
“I’ll hold you until you do.”
She nodded her consent as Warren led h
er into the bedroom. She stripped off her clothes until there was nothing left but her underwear, and then, she got beneath the top sheet. Being in his arms, sleeping next to him, it would be enough. Having him in her dreams, sharing the moment, would help her feel the connection she needed.
Warren kept his clothes on as he eased in beside her. “I’m on call tonight,” he said.
She understood. If he got a call he didn’t want to have to get dressed, but it was more than that. “You don’t trust yourself not to take me. You think keeping your clothes on will help…well, do I have news for you.”
He laughed. “That too.”
Warren pulled her into his arms and held her close. It wasn’t long before she drifted off to sleep. She was exhausted, mentally and physically, she needed this rest.
~*~
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