Excerpt from ‘To Die for Truth…’
He shrugged. “Could be.” Danny took another mouthful of beer before frowning. “What’s H again?”
Putting down the notebook, she pushed out of the dinette. “The writer of the letters. He’s the guy who wrote the letters.”
“How do you know he’s a guy?”
“He talks about his dick.”
“Good clue,” Danny said, setting his beer on the dinette table.
Tess raised her arms when he gathered her top to take it off over her head. “Doesn’t help me with who C is,” she said, her mind working. Danny opened the snap of her jeans and lowered the zipper. “Can’t help me with Pandora either. And the numbers are still a mystery. He mentioned Miami once… that was in the first letter I read.” Pushing her jeans and underwear from her hips, Danny crouched to guide her feet out of the fabric one at a time. “But what would I do? Just show up in Miami?”
When he stood, he took her hips to pick her up and sit her on the counter between the stove and sink. “Miami’s hot,” he said, moving in close between her thighs.
In her pondering, she glanced up. “I’m going back to see Figgs tomorrow. I should’ve asked more questions. Like when my mom was there and if she said anything.” Stinging pain joined the sudden pressure on her pussy, tensing her muscles. That’s what he was doing? She hadn’t been paying attention, but there he was, cock in hand, condom on, trying to push himself into her. “Geez, Danny, foreplay, baby.”
“Right,” he said and muttered, “foreplay.”
Danny disappeared in a crouch again. This time, he wound his arms around her thighs and yanked her to the edge of the counter.
“It’s fine,” Tess said. “I don’t even want sex right now, I—oh…”
His tongue slid through her, warming her clit with the heat of his breath and the slick, moist movement of his teasing.
Tess ran her fingers into his hair, holding it in her fist. “Right there, baby,” she said, closing her eyes.
His lips caught her clit, holding it firm as his tongue flickered over her. Drawing in a long breath, she let it go in a moan and planted her other hand on the counter behind her to raise her hips closer to his intimate kiss.
It didn’t take him long to get her going, not when he was so thorough in his skill. Lapping at her opening, he lubricated his route with the tip of his tongue, circling and pushing it into her, moving at the pace of her hips.
Close to the edge, Tess could feel the shimmers of climax quaking through her, ready to explode. Just before they did, he stood up and twined an arm around her to guide her body onto his waiting cock.
“Better,” she said, relaxing her eyelids. His weren’t much more open than hers. “You’re so damn good at everything, Danny Boy.”
One of his dimples appeared slowly, the same pace as the undulation of his body. In typical Danny style, he was in no rush, no hurry to get to the finish line. Pushing as far into her as he could, he paused there for a few seconds, then pulled back, leaving only half of himself inside her. He swayed in and out, playing with her, moving an inch back and forth.
Digging her teeth into her lip, the promise of orgasm was too close for her to ignore. “Faster, Danny.”
“I’ve been thinking ‘bout this all day,” he said, skimming his hands around to unhook her bra.
It fell away and his rough hands closed around her breasts, fondling her, enjoying her, using her for his pleasure. He didn’t want to go faster because he wanted that moment. That was what he’d been thinking about. The sex, sure, but she could read it in the way he drank her in. It wasn’t just the orgasm; he wanted to savor her.
Tess had never been savored. The moment. She’d never lived in the now. Her life was running, always being aware, planning for what was next, suspecting every coincidence.
“Danny,” she whispered, pushing off her hand to press her body to his.
“Not so bad havin’ a willing woman waiting in my trailer at the end of the day.”
Brushing her lips across his chest, she peeked up at him, squeezing her inner muscles to tease him a little. “I cooked for you too.”
His brows went up; she side-nodded at the stove. Tess held his ribs as he leaned to the side and took the lid from the pot to dip his finger into the sauce. As he sucked the digit into his mouth, his brow descended.
“No good?” she asked, worried his expression couldn’t mean anything positive.
It took another couple of seconds for his finger to slide free of his lips. His brow relaxed again, and he smiled down at her. “Don’t taste as good as you.”
On a laugh, she wrapped both arms around him. “That’s a good line.”
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