“Not yet.” He moved back down her body, his tongue licking a path along her shuddering stomach, circling her belly button. “My tongue wants the first stroke.”
As soon as the words left his mouth, he grew impatient to do exactly as he’d said. Losing his battle to be gentle, he shoved her thighs wide, taking a moment to look her over. Memorize the moment.
Her back was arched off the floor, her eyes on him wide and trusting, hips shifting with the need he’d built with his fingers. What had he called her when they met? A stunner? How fucking inadequate. He didn’t have words to describe her. She glowed. She’d somehow fallen out of the sky and landed in this unworthy place, with an unworthy man.
He threw her legs over his shoulders, lowered his head, and took the first delicious taste of her. Firming his tongue, he licked up her center and went right to work, worrying her sensitive bundle of nerves. Fast, slow, fast, slow.
She liked it both ways, begging for one, then the other. Her fingers pulled frantically in his hair, making him even hotter to get her off.
“Bowen. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”
He worked two fingers into her, never pausing in the worshipping of her clit.
Already she was beginning to tighten up, contracting around his fingers. One suck of her nub into his mouth, a pinch of her flesh between his lips, and she went flying, screaming his name in a way he knew he’d replay every damn day of his life. He’d never seen anything like her, the honesty that twisted her body, blanketed her beautiful face. She climaxed with every part of herself, wringing each drop free as if it might be the last time she experienced it.
Bowen had to laugh at that.
As soon as her thighs went slack on his shoulders, he pushed them up, bringing her knees even with her chest.
“More, Sera. I’ll always give you more.”
His mouth didn’t stop until her throat was too hoarse to scream his name anymore.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Sera leaned against the kitchen counter, eating a green apple and trying not to stare at Bowen’s closed bedroom door.
Even after what they’d done together last night, he’d retreated to his own room after depositing her limp body in the guest room bed, underneath her halo where he claimed she belonged. His behavior grew more and more confusing, and while she should be focused on the case and not examining his actions, she couldn’t help it. His huge presence had taken up permanent residence in her mind, and no way could she shake him.
He continued to be honorable, sticking to his guns and not sleeping with her.
Even the nuns at Holy Angels would approve. She should be grateful. Really.
Even without sleeping with him, she’d started feeling…an attachment to him. A dangerous realization if she’d ever had one.
She could hear her uncle now. You see all the good in people. Never the bad.
You’re too soft to be a cop. The familiar rhetoric was so ingrained in her mind, she could hear his voice like he stood in the room.
Originally, she’d justified coming to stay with Bowen as a way to further her investigation while finding out if he’d played a role in Colin’s death. Yet here she stood days later without even one attempt under her belt. She’d become too comfortable and she needed to step back, view the situation objectively again. Already this morning, she’d done a quiet search of the apartment that yielded no results. Not that she’d expected much in the living area or guest room, Bowen being smart enough to keep
any
possible
incriminating
evidence somewhere safe. Away from prying eyes. Where, though?
Sera pushed off the counter. It would only take her five minutes to get to Bowen’s car and back. She could clear her head and cross one more searchable location off her list. It had to be done.
After tossing her apple core in the trash can, Sera pulled on a light jacket and went to the door. Unlocking the dead bolts sent three loud clank s echoing through the silent apartment, making her cringe. She held her breath and waited to hear movement in Bowen’s room, but nothing came. With a relieved exhale, she gently pried the door open and slipped into the hallway.
Hands tucked in her pockets, she moved quickly down the sidewalk, grateful
that
residents
in
this
neighborhood appeared to be late risers.
Most of the shops hadn’t rolled up their metal gates for the day. The fewer eyes on her the better.
Bowen’s car sat parked just around the corner from his building. She only felt safe taking five minutes to search, knowing that Bowen could wake up any moment. It wouldn’t be a pretty scene if he found her room empty. Five minutes wasn’t very long, especially when you had no idea what you were looking for.
Or in this case, hoping you didn’t find.
Her brother’s case had been labeled cold— officially, anyway—and it had been years since his death, so she didn’t necessarily expect to find evidence.
However, she could search for a link between Bowen and Hogan. Weapons.