“When we were kids,” Inca told him, “we were convinced that the lack of glue or nails meant it would come alive at night and turn into a Transformer.” She grinned at Tommaso’s raised eyebrows. “Hey, we were kids. We were pretty stupid.”
“We?”
“Me, my ex Olly, and his sister, Luna.”
“You grew up together?”
“They moved to the town when I was twelve. Before that, I was pretty much alone.” She regretted her last words. She felt his questioning gaze, but to her relief he didn’t ask anything further. They walked on for a few minutes in silence along Cemetery Trail, through the old-growth forest, the nursery trees springing from the decay of the fallen. At the gates of the cemetery, which stood in the center of the town, Tommaso stopped.
“You know what I’m wondering?”
’What’s that?”
“We’ve been walking a while now and I have yet to see any willow trees. For a town named Willowbrook, I would have expected there to be more. So far, I’ve seen one, the one in the middle of Main Street.”
Inca grinned. “And you know what? That’s it. That’s your one. The founder of the town didn’t get far into the town before naming it.”
“You’re kidding.”
“Nope.”
Tommaso considered this. “Well, I guess this town has another unique beauty then.” His eyes met hers and she felt her face burn.
Tommaso smiled, moving closer, and when he leaned him, the feel of his lips on hers sent her heart pounding. His mouth sought hers and she leaned into the kiss, feeling his arms snake around her. They were breathless when they finally broke apart.
“I’m sorry,” he said in a low voice, leaning his forehead against hers. “I just could not wait any longer.”
Inca, dazed, shook her head. “It’s okay … but we barely know each other.”
“I wanted you as soon as I saw you yesterday.” God, the thrill his words sent through her. “Inca, why don’t we do this the wrong way around? Just go with it …”
She was trembling so much that she could barely answer him. Tommaso lifted her into his arms. “Bella, tell me stop, at any time, and I will stop.”
But she didn’t tell him to stop. Feeling as if she were in a dream, she let him lead her back to the car, him sliding into the driving seat this time, and then he drove them to his home.
The Fletcher Mansion had been empty for many years and Inca had always wondered about what it was like inside, but at this moment, she couldn’t focus on anything but Tommaso Winter.
Her sense had fled—who was this man? And why was she going along with it? All she knew right then was that if he wasn’t inside her soon, she might die of longing.
Tommaso held her hand as they walked to his bedroom, and as he closed the door behind them, Inca realize what a risk she was taking. No-one knew she was here …
All worries fled when Tommaso kissed her again, pushing her overcoat from her shoulders and running his large hands down her curves. “Bellissima …”
His low, deep voice, with that Italian accent, sent vibrations of pure pleasure through her. His tongue gently massaged hers; he tasted wonderful, of fresh air and toothpaste.
With a growl, he tumbled her onto the bed and then his hands were pushing up her skirt, pulling her panties down, and his mouth was on her then. Inca gasped at the feel of his tongue lashing around her clit.
What am I doing? What the hell am I doing?
But she didn’t stop him. He stripped her, kissing every exposed part of her skin until she was a quivering mass of desire.
“Tommaso …”
He grinned, standing to quickly strip his clothes off. He had a firm body, elegantly shaped, masculine, a small smattering of hair on his chest. His cock stood proud and huge against his belly as he covered her body with his. The feel of his skin next to hers was intoxicating, and Inca couldn’t tear her eyes from his clear green gaze.
Tommaso entered her slowly, teasing her, making her moan with anticipation before slamming his hips hard against hers, his cock thrusting deep into her ready cunt. Inca had never experienced this intensity before; it was all consuming. Tommaso fucked her hard, his prowess obvious, his focus on her absolute.
Inca came, almost crying with pleasure, and as she shivered and moaned, Tommaso buried his face in her neck as he too reached climax, pumping thick, hot semen deep inside her. He collapsed on top of her, his mouth seeking hers, whispering her name over and over.
Inca closed her eyes, reveling in the feeling of him holding her. Was this what she had been missing all these years? Sensuality, desire … with the thrill of the danger. Who was this man?
When she opened her eyes, he was watching her. His mouth hitched up in a smile. “You are beautiful, Inca. So beautiful.” His fingertips traced a line down her body, over her nipple, to her belly.
She gave him a shy grin. “I have never done something like this before.”
“Just go with it.” He was so confident, and his hand, tracing a pattern on her belly, was making her crazy.
Inca touched his face. “I know you said we should do this the wrong way around. I think we achieved that.”
He kissed her. “Inca, the moment you walked into that teahouse yesterday, I wanted to fuck you. But I suppose you have the same effect on most men.”
Inca felt uncomfortable then. “Honestly, Tommaso, I hadn’t thought about it. As I said, this isn’t what I would normally do. But you, sir, are something else. And I thought, what the hell?”
Tommaso grinned and moved on top of her. “You’re the perfect tour guide,” he murmured, “and, I hope, much more than that.”
Inca smiled as he gently wound her legs around his waist. She could feel his cock thicken and lengthen against her thigh. As he teased her with the tip, she sighed happily. “I don’t expect anything from you, Tommaso, but … oh!”
Tommaso grinned wickedly as he plunged his enormous, rock-hard cock back into her. “I’m going to fuck you all night long, Principessa, in every way you’ll allow … say my name, Inca …”
“Tommaso …”
“Scream it.”
“Tommaso! God! Yes, yes …”
Inca woke cold and shivering. The light in the room was blue, and she could tell it was very early morning. The bed beside her was empty and the sheet that had been wrapped around her was now down at her hips. She sat up, blinked, and shook her head. What the hell had she been thinking? Last night had been the most erotic, sensual time of her life, but in the cold light of day …
She got up and went into the bathroom. There was a toothbrush and a basket of toiletries left out on the side for her and she smiled. She showered quickly and got dressed, shoving yesterday’s underwear into her pocket. Feeling incongruous and shy, she padded through the large mansion, only now just noticing how beautifully it was decorated. The Winters’ aesthetic was obviously minimalism and clean lines. Navy, gray, and a monochromatic color scheme, made her shiver a little. It was the opposite of her messy, cozy, colorful apartment.
She found the kitchen and saw him at the stove, flipping pancakes. Grinning, she walked up to him and slid her arms around his waist.
“Good morning, Mr. Winter.”
She jumped back as he dropped the pan and spun around.
Oh, fuck.
Inca stepped back, horrified. Raffaelo Winter glowered at her.
“God, I’m so sorry … I thought you were Tommaso …” She felt the heat rush up her body and suddenly she felt like a whore. The man in front of her was as physically divine as his twin but somehow, danger radiated from every pore. His eyes were hooded, dark with menace and anger. Inca felt a frisson of fear.
“Hey.”
Both of them turned to see Tommaso watching them, a strange smile on his face. Inca felt a wave of humiliation.
“I’m sorry. I mistook your brother for you.”
Tommaso grinned. “Again.”
Inca flushed, but Tommaso wrapped his arms around her
. “Don’t worry, Inca; it’s no big thing. Is it, Raff?”
Raffaelo said nothing, just stared at his brother, an unreadable expression on his handsome face. Tommaso smirked. “I should officially introduce you. Inca Sardee, my brother Raffaelo. Inca owns the Sakura teahouse in town.”
Inca held a trembling hand out to Raffaelo; for a horrible moment, she thought he was going to ignore it, but then he took it and nodded.
“Good to meet you.” His accent was a lot thicker than his brother’s, his voice deeper and softer. Inca was surprised. Was his glowering demeanor actually shyness? She dismissed the idea the next moment when Raffaelo stalked out of the room. Tommaso laughed softly.
“My brother isn’t the most social of people.” He kissed Inca’s forehead.
“You are very different,” Inca said, and Tommaso nodded.
“People are always surprised at that, but yes, we are. Now, can I make you some breakfast?”
After breakfast, Inca told him she had to go home. Tommaso walked her to her car. “Can I see you again?”
Inca hesitated. He was undoubtedly gorgeous and an incredible lover, but the scene this morning with Raffaelo had given her pause. She smiled at him. “Tommaso … I like you, and last night was mind-blowing. But I don’t know if I’m really suited to the whole ‘wrong way around’ thing. Maybe we should just get to know each other as friends and then see where it goes?”
Tommaso looked vaguely disappointed but took the rejection in good heart. “Whatever you think is best … but don’t expect me to stop trying.” He gave her a wicked grin which made her burst out laughing.
“Mr. Winter, I knew you were trouble.” Tommaso kissed her before she got into her car, and when she drove away, she saw him watching her.
Inca tried to park the car out of the way and sneak up to her apartment, but she failed miserably. Scarlett was waiting for her in the back hallway between the stairs and the tearoom. “Where the hell have you been?”
Inca gave a shocked laugh. “Okay, Mom, calm down.” She dumped her bag on a chair and took off her coat. Scarlett narrowed her eyes at her.
“You were wearing those clothes yesterday … oh my God. You slept with Tommaso Winter.”
“Ssh,”Inca frowned at her friend. The door to the teahouse’s main room was open and Inca glanced nervously around it to see if anyone had heard. Scarlett scowled at her.
“Do you know how worried we were?”
Inca rolled her eyes. “Dude, I’m twenty-eight years old. I don’t need your permission to stay over at a billionaire’s place.” She grinned at Scarlett, but her friend shook her head.
“No, I know. It’s not that. Inks, didn’t you hear about the new murder?”
Inca stopped. “What?”
Scarlett nodded. “Two women now. Olly was called to the first up at the reservoir. Then, while they were there, they found the other one.”
“God, that’s horrible.” Realization dawned. “Oh, God. I am sorry, Scarlett. I honestly didn’t know or I would have called.”
Scarlett sighed. “As long as you’re okay.”
“I am, truly.”
Scarlett grinned. “So? Details, please.”
“Yeah,” Inca said dryly. “Because that’s what’s going to happen now.”
“Spoilsport.”
Nancy stuck her head around the door. “Ah, daughter mine. Glad to see you’re not dead. Any chance you two can do some work today?”
Tommaso had been waiting for Raffaelo to say something all day. After meeting Inca, his brother had disappeared into the depths of the mansion to work and Tommaso hadn’t seen him. Now, though, as Tommaso sat chatting with Debbie, their new chef, Raffaelo made an appearance in the large kitchen.
“Good evening.”
Tommaso smiled at his brother and Debbie nodded to him. She was a middle-aged woman, no nonsense and very discreet. Her food, the twins had discovered in a very short time, was out of this world.
“I was just trying to persuade Debbie to let me open a restaurant for her. It’s a crime her food is hidden away from the world.”
Debbie laughed. “Your brother is very generous, but he exaggerates.”
Raffaelo half-smiled at her. “About some things, but not this. Tommaso, may I speak with you outside for a moment? We shan’t be long, Debbie; I promise.”
Tommaso followed his brother outside. The night was cold and cloudy, threatening snow. Raffaelo lit a cigarette and studied his brother. “What the hell were you doing with that girl?”
Tommaso hid a grin. “Debbie?”
“You know damn well who I mean.”
“Oh, Inca. I would have thought it was obvious …”
Raffaelo shook his head in disgust. “That’s not why we came here, Tommaso. We said no complications. No situations that could compromise …”
“What?” Tommaso was irritated now. “I met a beautiful woman; I was attracted to her; I fucked her. I hope to fuck her again. Many, many times. What’s wrong with that?”
Raffaelo sighed. “Just don’t … get too involved. You know we can’t.”
Tommaso was silent. Finally, he shook his head. “I can’t promise anything. Inca’s a very sweet woman … and beautiful. I know you noticed that.”
Raffaelo hesitated, then nodded. “Heartbreakingly beautiful. Which concerns me, Tommaso. Women like that …”
“What? What, brother? Women like that are what?”
But Raffaelo didn’t answer him.
Olly Rosenbaum dumped his paperwork on the desk and clicked off the light. He’d been working for forty-eight hours straight with the homicide team from the city and he was drained. The horror of finding the two murdered women had finally hit him, and he wanted to go home and forget their faces.
At home, he threw back a scotch and poured another, knowing it probably wasn’t the best idea but to hell with it. Molly was in the city, working on the same case, and Olly toyed with the idea of calling Inca and talking to her, but he talked himself out of it. He couldn’t keep dumping on her; after all, he’d been the one to finish it.
Something else stopped him. Both the women who had been killed were of Asian descent and he kept seeing Inca’s face when he thought about them. Willowbrook had only ever had one murder before—long before his time—but this was a whole new level of terrifying. He hadn’t recognized either of the women, which meant their killer had brought them here to kill and dump them. That was way too close for Olly’s liking.
Don’t be ridiculous, he thought, you don’t even know if their ancestry had anything to do with it.
But he couldn’t stop imagining the killer seeing Inca and deciding she would be next on his list. No, stop it. It wasn’t as if he had any right to be her protector …
You’re the police chief; you have every right.
Dammit. He picked up the phone and called her. She answered after the second ring.
“Hey.”
“Hey, Inks, you busy?”
There was a hesitation. “I was going to have an early night. Can it wait?”
Olly couldn’t help but feel stung. “Yeah, sure. You okay?”
“I’m fine, why?”
“Doesn’t matter. Look, I’ll see you soon.”
“Goodnight.”
He ended the call and hissed out his frustration. Shit. He really had to get used to this idea of not being with Inca anymore. You don’t have the same rights now, buddy.
“I know, I know,” he said to himself and decided to go to bed. He fell asleep quickly, but was haunted by visions of Inca lying dead on the banks of the reservoir.
A week passed before Inca saw Tommaso again, although he called her every day and they talked for hours. The tearoom had been busy—Christmas season was coming up and the weather outside had turned to snow. Thick snowdrifts piled up at the sides of the roads. Inca was shoveling the sidewalk clear and sprinkling kitty litter down as she heard a car horn. She looked up to see Tommaso in his Mercedes pulling up to the curb. She grinned a
nd shook her head.
“Mr. Winter … roof down? In this weather?”
Tommaso leaped out of the car, not giving a hoot about the slippery ice underfoot. “I like to live dangerously. Hello again.”
She liked that he kissed her cheek and not her mouth. There was something respectful about the embrace. She nodded towards the tearoom. “Come in. I’ll make you something hot.”
Tommaso grinned and Inca blushed, swatting him. “You know what I mean.”
They were still laughing when they walked into the teahouse and they chatted easily. Tommaso looked around. “Busy today.”
“Has been for a week or two.” She lowered her voice. “We’re getting a lot of homicide cops and journalists because of the murders.”
Tommaso nodded. “Did you know the victims?”
Inca shook her head. “No. They weren’t from around here.”
The door opened with a swirl of cold air and a young woman with black hair staggered in. Inca smiled at her. “Hey, Lunatic, long time no see.”
Luna Rosenbaum shook the excess snow of her coat, then looked down at the mess she had made. “Sorry, Inks.”
Inca laughed. “Don’t worry about it.” She went to hug her friend. “Come and meet Tommaso.”
Inca introduced Luna and she studied the Italian carefully. “So, you’re the new billionaire in town?”
Tommaso choked on his coffee. ’You could say that. One of them, anyway.”
“Oh, that’s right.” She took the coffee Inca offered her. “Thanks, Inks. Have you met the brother?”
Inca colored and Tommaso grinned. “I’ll say she has.” Luna looked between them both, seemingly to make up her mind about something. She gave Inca a strange look that Inca couldn’t decipher.
“Well, anyway, I just came to say hi before I went to Olly’s. I assume he’s snowed under—ha, ha—with this murder case. I’ll catch up with you later, Inca.”
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