“Maybe they still have it?” he suggested.
She shook her head. “I doubt it.” Then she titled her head. “Now, Morgan Roche. I’ve heard stories about her yearly trips to Paris. She certainly wears expensive clothes.”
“Drives a new Porsche SUV too.”
Raven’s eyebrows shot up. “Maybe she is the first one the police should be looking at.”
“If I know my uncle, he’s planning on it.”
“Still, my aunt and uncle aren’t the kind to just sit back and watch someone take money. They knew about it. Had to have known.” She reached down and scratched Blue’s head when the dog sat by her feet.
It was strange, seeing here there, on his property with his dog, looking so relaxed. She looked like she belonged there.
“I guess we’ll find out soon enough now that you’ve filed a police report.” He set his beer down.
She set her almost empty beer bottle down next to his. “Well, I’d better…” She moved to get up but stopped. “Thanks.”
“For?” he asked, watching her closely. There was so much he’d miscalculated about her. He was beginning to question everything, since his libido wanted to take over his mind where she was concerned.
“For listening.” She ran her hands over her legs. “Darby’s a good friend and all, but…” She shrugged. “She’s just too busy at the diner to really listen.”
He held in a slight wince. There was no way he wanted to be stuck in the friend zone. Not when his body reacted quickly every time that she stood close to him, and especially not when he thought of kissing her every single time she nibbled on her lips.
“Is that what we are?” he asked in a low tone. “Friends?”
Her eyes met his and she sucked her sexy full bottom lip between her teeth. His body reacted again, instantly.
She surprised him in the next moment when she stood up and moved over to straddle his hips. His hands instantly went to her waist.
“I think we’re beyond just friendship.” Her eyes ran over his face before she leaned in and kissed him.
“Raven,” he warned, feeling his body instantly react to her closeness. The soft sexy scent of her skin and hair drove him absolutely crazy. His hands started to move over her as she continued to kiss him, forcing his dick to respond with each soft moan.
Her hands moved quickly over him, starting in his hair, heading down his neck, then pulling his jacket off his shoulders. All he could do was follow her lead, since he was so caught up in her demands.
Then she shifted over him, and he felt the rest of his control slip.
“Raven, don’t start something you can’t finish,” he warned as she reached for his jeans. His hands covered hers as their eyes locked.
“I intend to finish,” she purred next to his ear. “The question is…” She took his earlobe between her teeth and nibbled, causing his dick to jump against her. “Do you?”
For the next few moments, his body took over completely. He lifted her in his arms and somehow managed to push the back door open and get through it with her in his arms. All the while, Blue trailed behind him and snuck in before he kicked the door shut.
They landed on the sofa in a heap, their mouths never really leaving one another’s as clothing was pulled, pushed, tugged, and, in the case of the sexy red pair of panties she’d been wearing, ripped off.
When he covered her pussy with his mouth, he knew there was no going back for him. Just feeling and watching how she reacted to his touch had him growing even harder. He enjoyed lapping at her while she tensed, moaned, and gripped at his hair. The sexy sounds she made encouraged him on.
He had only a brief moment to appreciate the view of her spread out on his sofa before he slid on a condom and pumped into her. The rest was a blur until he felt her legs wrap around his hips, holding him as she cried his name out.
Moments later, as he looked down at her red hair fanned out on his sofa cushion, her pink lips held between her teeth, and those damn sexy eyes glued to his, he followed her over the edge.
“I hadn’t planned on doing that,” she said, a few moments after he collapsed next to her.
“From where I’m lying, it looks like you knew exactly what you were doing,” he managed to say, breathing in the scent of her hair and enjoying the way her soft naked body felt against him. “From how good you feel next to me, chances are, I’ll know exactly what I’m doing right back to you… soon.”
She chuckled as she turned slightly to look over at him. “Honestly, I did just come here to talk.”
Reaching up, he brushed a strand of her fiery hair away from her face. “I’m thankful,” he said honestly. He leaned over to kiss her. “I do have a bed.” He rested his forehead against hers.
She smiled. “Oh?”
“If you want to stay?” he suggested as his hands circled over her ribs, slowly moving lower.
She narrowed her eyes slightly then sighed. “I should get back,” she said, but when he slid a finger into her heat again, he watched her resolve fade away, replaced by desire.
He slid off the sofa, gathered her in his arms, and carried her towards the stairs. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders as she rested her head on his shoulder.
“I’ve never been carried upstairs before,” she said with a slight sigh.
“I’ve never carried someone up these stairs before,” he admitted just as he reached the top of the landing.
When he stepped into his bedroom, she lifted her head and glanced around.
“Nice,” she said.
“I’ll show you around… later.” He leaned down and kissed her again. He wanted her again. Stopping at the foot of his bed, he figured this time, he’d go slow and enjoy as much of her as she’d give him.
He let the kiss continue as he slid her body down his. The friction from their naked bodies had him heating even further.
When she tried to pull him onto the bed, he took a step back.
“This time, I want to go slowly. Savor you.” His eyes ran over her. He was thankful she wasn’t the shy type who’d try to cover herself. Instead, she stood in front of him, confident, while she ran her eyes over him.
He knew that he spent enough time in the gym and doing drills for work that he shouldn’t be ashamed of his physique.
He was too enamored by her soft lean body, those perfect perky breasts, to think about himself, anyway. Reaching up, he brushed the back of his hand down her pale perfect skin and watched as her eyes slid closed on a soft moan.
“So perfect,” he said when he brushed a finger over her nipples and they peaked. “So responsive.” He smiled slightly when a soft moan escaped her lips. “Do you like that?” he asked, brushing his hand over her again. She nodded in response, her body swaying. He continued to trail his hands and fingers over her, working his way downward. His hands snaked over her ribs quickly and watched for all signs of arousal from her.
When he cupped her butt with one hand and her sex with the other, her eyes flashed open.
“Cade,” she reached for him. The moment her fingers touched his chest, he knew that if she touched him anymore, he wouldn’t be able to control himself.
“Let me.” He took her hands and guided her to sit on the edge of the bed. “I want to taste you again,” he said, kissing her. This time, he trailed down her body with his mouth until he settled between her thighs.