A moan rose in her throat; the sound came out sexy, raw, and wild.
Rising up on her toes, she raised her arms, rested them on my shoulders, and wrapped them around me, pulling me closer.
I dropped my hands to the curve of her ass. My fingers clenched as I pressed her closer to me, pushing her body up against my swollen cock.
Her nails dug into my shoulders.
A delightful bite.
The bed. Get us to the bed.
Too excited, I couldn’t take my mouth from hers. Her taste would haunt me. Sweet honey, rich wine. Fucking insane combination that was only. . .Haven.
Goddamn it.
Crazy thoughts spun in my head. Already, I knew I wouldn’t last long the first time. However, the second time, I would make it up to her. She would scream my name. Then the third time, she would twist and turn as she came.
I brushed my fingers against her panties. Soft, silky panties. So wet. So hot. My finger eased under the silk.
So far, I was seeing that Haven could burn me alive with just a touch.
Her breath caught and went ragged. Slowly, I slipped down her panties over that plump ass. Hunger beat in my blood. The lust nearly blinded me.
She rose on her toes some more, clutching my shoulders and holding on tight. Our mouths crashed onto each other. Wet lips upon hungry ones. Those stiff nipples pressed against my chest.
Fuck this. I have to take her. Right. Now.
I caught her hips, yanking her closer. We stumbled a bit as I backed us up. The bed hit my leg. I spun us around.
I had to have her naked and beneath me.
We hit the bed. The mattress groaned beneath our weight.
Moaning, her legs came up and locked around my hips.
Hell yes.
I tore my mouth from hers and kissed a path down her neck. Haven moaned, arching beneath me.
Her nails bit into his shoulders. “Fuck…”
“Do you know how long I’ve wanted you?” I lifted up, pushing my palms flat against the mattress on either side of her. That damn wet shirt would have to go.
“Finally.” I grabbed the bottom and yanked it up.
Like a crazed man, I wrenched the bra to the side, needing to see her breasts.
Fuck yes.
Those breasts were perfection. Large, soft pillows. Dark nipples.
I lowered and closed my mouth around one.
I bit her.
Light, not too hard.
Not yet.
“Oh!” She shivered beneath me.
And then a knock came.
I rose from her breasts.
Haven’s breath caught. She stared up at me, eyes widening.
And then the phone rang.
I’ll ignore the damn phone and that knock. Fuck all of them.
“They can wait.” I bent to kiss her again.
“No.” A whisper. Soft but certain.
And then, the knock shifted to pounding.
I should shoot this idiot!
I moved my hands away from her and rolled onto the bed. “It better be Vernon wrapped in a bow and holding evidence.”
“Let’s hope.”
I growled, “Forget them.”
And because I was insane with need, I got back on her and kissed that mouth.
Whimpering, she didn’t even try to stop me.
A harder knock rattled the door.
Okay. Okay.
Haven wrenched her mouth from mine. I moved from her lips, glistening from our kiss.
Fuck whoever is at the door.
I craved more kissing, more of her taste.
The person knocked again.
“Agent King?!” A loud voice demanded right before another hard knock. “It’s Sheriff Michaelson. We heard the Angel Maker was here.”
Licking her lips, Haven fixed her shirt and rose from the bed.
Still, I kept my gaze on her and stood. “Give me a minute, Sheriff!”
“Okay. I’ll be down in the lobby. My officers are interviewing the staff.”
You fucking idiots. Of all nights, you choose to be on point and on time?”
Haven cleared her throat and kept her voice low. “I’ll get dressed.”
She turned away from me. I grabbed her arm and swung her right back around to face me.
“What—”
I kissed her again.
Hard.
Fast.
When I lifted my head, I glared at her. “For the record, I’m still mad.”
She blinked and went away.
My cock now pointed far ahead of me. I would have to calm it down before I made it downstairs.
Haven went into the bathroom, probably to get a towel.
And maybe she needs to gather herself too. I never got to see how wet she was.
Grinning, I snagged my shirt off the side of the bed.
I’ll find out later.
Yanking the shirt on, I put on my pants and then slid into my shoes. My cock hung heavy, so I decided to put on a jacket to cover the front.
I glanced at the bathroom’s opened door. Haven rushed with drying her hair.
“Stay up here,” I ordered. “When everyone is done in your room, get your clothes and change.”
For now, you look too damn lovely with just that wet t-shirt on. No one else should get to see this.
“I’ll be back.” I headed for the door.
“If there is anything important—”
“Then, I will call you down immediately.” I grabbed the doorknob and looked her way. “And that kiss. . .”
She stopped drying her hair and turned my way.
I growled, “That kiss will happen again and again.”
“Agent King.”
“I enjoyed it.”
“We need to focus.”
“We are focusing.”
She sighed, but she didn’t argue with me anymore. Clearly, she enjoyed that kiss as much as me.
That thought made my cock jerk some more as I headed away.
When I entered the hallway, Sheriff Michaelson stood there, waiting. A slick expression covered his face as if he knew exactly what had been going on.
Shocked, I raised my brows. “I thought we would meet downstairs.”
“I assumed Haven was in your room. I didn’t want to say the other information. I actually don’t want any of your agents knowing until we can confirm.”
“I don’t keep secrets from my agents. It could impede the investigation.”
“I just don’t want the town up in hysteria, until we know for sure.”
“Know what?”
“Another girl went missing, but this one could be a runaway or—”
“How old is she?” I tilted my head to the side.
“Seven.”
“Usually, seven-year-olds don’t run away. I would count this as a possible kidnapping.” I wanted to punch the stupidity out of him. “When did the parents report it?”
“Three hours ago. However, we can’t act until it’s twenty-four hours—”
“We’ll be acting immediately. There’s a serial killer in this town that preys on victims in that age range. We won’t be following any protocol—”
“Agent King, this is my town.”
“Good. Keep your town, but stay away from my investigation.” I stormed off. “Have your people give my agents everything. We can’t waste any more time.”
Chapter 28
Loverboy Strikes Again
Haven
No sleep came that night.
I dressed fast, brushed my unruly hair into a ponytail, and headed down with all the other agents.