Chapter 7

CHAPTER 7

S edona

Spent and delirious.

There weren’t two more perfect words in the English language. My eyes remained unfocused, but I wanted to see the huge man standing over me like a true king of the night.

Just by blinking a few times I was finally able to bring his gorgeous body out from the intense sexual haze. His clothes, while incredibly perfect for his muscular body, hadn’t done him enough justice by far.

He was built like… There was no correct descriptor for him. Broad shoulders. A rippled abdomen. A thin waist. Muscular legs. Stunning forearms. All wrapped into a huge six-foot-four package of sheer delight.

And what he was able to do with his tongue had to be a mortal sin.

With the man fully undressed, he didn’t wait for long until he returned to the bed. His intense, dangerous presence never left him. The shadows in the room seemed crazy, as if they had a mind of their own. They were twisting and forming different shapes, providing a strange but stunning backdrop when that wasn’t possible.

Even the moonlight was kissing his skin, creating a luminescent effect on every inch. I was stuck in a place of awe and sexual desire. The moment he brushed his fingers along the inside of my leg, I was certain his touch would leave a scar from being scalded.

Jax used the same fingers to travel from one side of my stomach to the other. He shifted his attention to circling one nipple then the other as he crawled further onto the bed.

Just watching him, inhaling his rich scent was delightful. His touch added icing to the already sweet cake.

But he enjoyed surprising me, twisting my nipple with enough force I gasped. He used my pain to sweep in, his tongue finding my mouth easily. He continuously stroked my skin, keeping the tingling sensations going until I was breathless all over again.

As he crawled his fingers down my side, I shifted beneath him. There was nothing I wanted more than to feel the full weight of his body pressed against mine. He captured every moan I issued, his slight growls permeating the air exactly what I would expect from a man like him.

Yes, he was a predator and I loved it.

He wrapped his hand under my knee, lifting my leg very slowly. When I felt the pressure of the tip of his cock against my swollen channel, I gasped into the kiss again. He pushed his hips forward until the cockhead easily found my entrance.

Only when he was halfway inside did he break the kiss. He skimmed my jaw with his teeth, making the same guttural sounds as before.

My pussy was already aching, my muscles immediately clamping around the thick, glorious invasion.

I grasped his shoulder, digging my fingers in as he pulled out, thrusting again. In submitting to this powerful man, I was letting go of so many unwanted inhibitions. He had a way of making me feel so special that I couldn’t blink or move for fear that this was only a dream.

Every time he plunged deep inside, my muscles constricted. The pleasure was out of this world, so electrifying that I wasn’t certain anything could ever feel this amazing again.

He was taking his time, enjoying the moment. And he was watching me.

On his hands, he pressed up on both, lowering his head until our lips were almost touching. But he didn’t kiss me. Instead, he was trying to control his breathing just like I was. We were both failing. The longing was intensifying.

He pulled my leg up even further, finally placing my calf over his shoulder.

I shifted my other thigh around his, clinging to him in fear he would still disappear. Even if I could tell he wasn’t ready to go anywhere.

Jax kept a steady rhythm, filling me completely. I was close to another orgasm. That had never happened to me before. I’d never been able to let go and just enjoy the moment.

All because he knew my body so well. How was that possible?

I was shocked his massive cock was able to fit, but it did so perfectly. Our bodies were meant to be together. It was shameful, but almost all I could think about.

There was no doubt he could sense I was close to climaxing, picking up his speed while shifting the angle just enough.

Panting, I clawed his skin, bucking hard against him.

There was no holding back, no control over the moment.

I let out a solid shriek as the glorious moment crashed into my system. Lights in various colors streamed in front of my eyes. I could feel my mouth had gone slack.

And he was still watching me.

If I didn’t know better, I’d say he’d make an excellent stalker.

The thought riveting, a single orgasm shifted into a second. I was stunned, elevated to utter rapture.

Something else that had never happened before.

When I started to come down from the extreme high, he slowed his rhythm without stopping. As he gently pressed his lips against my heated cheek, I let out a deep breath.

“So perfect.”

His two little words allowed me to smile even as I closed my eyes.

I had no idea how long he continued fucking me, but I was easily able to know instinctively when he was close to coming.

The harsh stiffness of his muscles followed soon after and within seconds, I was rewarded with a beautiful roar as he erupted deep inside.

Happy birthday to me.

It had been a perfect night.

The shrill sound pulled me out of a deep slumber.

“Damn it.”

The dream had been fantastic, as raw and erotic as could be.

I jerked up, gasping for air as I fought to release myself from whatever I was holding down. My brain didn’t want to focus, the sleepiness still holding it hostage.

When I finally managed to open my eyes, a groan immediately left my lips.

It was light outside but early. Way too early for anyone to call on a Sunday morning.

Unless…

Instantly rattled, I threw back the covers. I was on the floor before I suddenly realized I’d had a visitor, a hunky guest. Very slowly I turned toward the other side of the bed, prepared to offer a smile at least.

Although a moment of guilt was already settling into my system. Why I wasn’t certain.

Jax wasn’t on the other side of the bed. Given the open bathroom door, I doubted he was in there either.

Maybe he was the one calling me.

No, we hadn’t exchanged phone numbers.

Shit.

The phone had yet to go to voicemail.

I stumbled before I managed to make it to the living room. Where the hell had I dropped my purse? And why was the ringer so loud?

I remembered why, which was the reason I was frantic to find my purse in the first place. By the time I did, the ringing stopped.

Shit.

After jerking it from my clutch, I noticed the unknown number and frowned. Since so few people had my number, I was instantly on edge. I waited to see if a message would be left, doing nothing more than staring at the screen.

One wasn’t left.

Smashing the phone wasn’t an option. Right now, I needed coffee, or I’d never wake up. Maybe a thermos of coffee to be exact.

I tossed the phone on the kitchen table, heading to the coffee machine. Since the hunky man’s clothes were gone, I had to assume he’d slunk out sometime in the middle of the night.

Although it had to be late given our second round of wild and rather rough sex. Rough enough I was a little sore. Still, he was an asshole for leaving without saying goodbye. Hadn’t I chastised myself about the possibility he was a jerk?

“Growl,” I said out loud. Why couldn’t we have awakened from a long slumber, reveling in a hot shower before jumping back into bed again?

Now I really was dreaming if I believed that would happen.

I bit my lower lip and reached for the cabinet door. That’s when I noticed a bright pink Post-it note direct from my desk.

The single word was enough to retract the ugliness I’d thought earlier.

Delicious…

I was suddenly warm and fuzzy inside.

My phone rang again and my body stiffened before I slowly turned around. The same unknown caller was bugging me on a Sunday morning and I wasn’t in the mood.

“Hello, asshole and happy Sunday. I don’t want any insurance, extended warranties, or whatever other shit you’re selling. It’s Sunday, a holy day, and I’m on the do not call list. Got it, sucker?”

The silence on the other end of the line added to my fury and I almost hung up.

“Doctor Willis?”

Very few people called me ‘Doctor.’ Most believed I was just a coroner, which meant nothing more than getting a license, not a medical degree. “Who is this?”

“My name is Agent Janie Drummand. I’m with the Chicago chapter of the Federal Bureau of Investigation. I need your help.”

I was completely caught off guard, heat rising to my face from calling her so many names. I was about to apologize when something hit me. “Hold on. How did you get my number?”

She laughed. “Doctor, it’s not hard for an agent to retrieve whatever phone number they would like.”

“Of course. What do you need?”

“I have an autopsy that I need performed in a timely manner.”

“If you’re from Chicago, you’re completely aware there are several medical examiners’ offices.”

“Yes, I know. But as I said, time is of the essence.”

Sighing, I returned to the cabinet, determined to stick a pod in the Keurig machine. I didn’t need sharp instincts to know I was going to need that thermos. “When are we talking about?”

“Today at the latest, this morning if possible.”

“Whoa. What is the urgency, Agent Drummand?”

“That’s classified.”

“Why call me other than I’m here and the only medical examiner in my office?” I wasn’t certain what to think about this other than it was bone-chilling weird.

“Because you come highly recommended.”

I wasn’t entirely certain what to say. I pressed the button on the machine and turned around to lean against the counter. “I have obligations later today.”

She had piqued my curiosity. The only reason I could think of that she’d need an autopsy so quickly was to catch a criminal before he or she struck again.

“I take it the person was murdered?”

The agent sighed. Maybe she wasn’t used to having questions asked. “Apparently he was.”

Gotta love FBI agents with vague answers. “How did he die?”

“That’s what I need you to determine. This really is urgent, Doctor Willis. And as you might imagine it’s also quite confidential. Unfortunately, you won’t be able to use any of your staff members.”

Of course not.

I glanced at the clock glowing on the microwave. It was a little after six in the morning. Jesus. “Can you meet me at my office there later this morning?” Why was I giving in?

Answer? Because the death could be something juicy I could dig my fingers into.

Mattie would scream at me how sick I was.

“One hour. I’ll be there at seven. I do appreciate your help with this, Doctor.”

“Wait…” Too late. She’d already hung up and I knew better than to think I could press the redial and get anywhere with the call.

It looked like I was starting the week off early. Maybe I shouldn’t have told that little white lie to my friends.

Payback for being a really bad girl was hell.