- So what are your plans? Why did you change clothes if not to provoke me?
- I'm not obliged to hear it - she protested.
- But you will hear, yes - he insisted holding her arms. - Was it last night when you noticed my embarrassment at the time when your blouse fell? Where do you want to go?
- Why don’t you find out? - She suggested with a provocative look.
That was too much for him, he was still trying to block his feelings. Without hesitating any longer, he pulled her against him and brushed his lips to hers at his touch opened, allowing his tongue to enter and touch every corner of that sensuous mouth. Meanwhile, his hands slid delicately to her soft back, moving down her curves hips pressing further her against him. She corresponded savoring to his kiss with passion and encouraging him rubbing her fingers in his neck, which caused him shivers of desire. "No doubt this woman knew how to please a man ..." - Richard thought while reflecting: "It wouldn’t have been like this with Phelps. Had she provoked him and at last minute kill him?"
The question tormented him. Part of him wanted to believe that sensitive and gentle woman in his arms was unable to hurt anyone else. On the other hand, they had all that evidence pointing to a cold and calculating killer...
Diverting his lips from hers, he kissed her all over her face and neck. Then up to the right ear, he nibbled the delicate earlobe, whispering in her ear:
- Did you killed Phelps?
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