His eyes looked at my body in an intense and hungry way. I could see what he was thinking: He wanted my body, wanted to fuck me. That was exactly what I wanted him to think about.
“That body was very, very old. I think Seed was around twenty when he killed for the first time. It was probably just a mistake.”
I frowned. “That’s not exactly a great answer.”
“Okay. I also think he wanted to get caught one day. Imagine you’re a twenty-year-old kid with an urge to kill, but you still haven’t embraced it yet.” He paused, scanning the area, and then continued.
“You’re smart enough to get away with it and you’re motivated, but you’ve never done it before. You’re conflicted. I think Seed wanted to get caught one day, wanted to be punished. After the excitement of his first kill, and the ones that followed, I’m betting he forgot all about his early mistake.”
That made sense to me, and it fit his profile. At least from what I could tell. “What did your partner think?” I asked.
He grinned at me. “Clothes first.”
“Fine.” I unzipped my skirt and wiggled out of it, letting it drop onto the ground in front of me.
Easton’s eyes roamed up and down my body, looking at my long legs. I could feel my pussy was soaking through, and the cool air in the car only made me more excited. I switched on the heat to a low setting.
“Martin was old school,” he said. “Truthfully, he didn’t much care why Seed had messed up. His mind only worked with facts and theories that directly impacted the case, and anything else was cast aside.”
“Really? That’s such a lame answer. Give me something else.”
“It isn’t my fault you’re choosing bad questions.”
“Do you want me to take off more clothes?” I asked him.
He paused for a second, a grin playing up his face. “Yes.”
“Give me something more then.”
“Not happening. Those are the rules.”
I gave him a look and then quickly pulled my tank top off. I was wearing a black bra that barely fit anymore, and my tits were pressed up tight against it. I tossed the tank top into the backseat.
“What was your partner like?” I asked him.
His eyes roamed my body again, staring with a hungry intensity at my breasts. I could feel the excitement pulsing through my body, and I knew that it was becoming less about our little question and answer game and more about wanting him to make me feel what I’d felt earlier again.
“He was intense,” Easton said. “Serious and single-minded. He hated killers more than anyone else I knew, I think because his cousin had been murdered when they were kids. He was absolutely and blindly driven.” He paused, glancing around the area again. “He was a good man. A family man.”
I reached back and quickly unhooked my bra. I slipped it off and tossed it into the back. “Why did you go in that day without waiting for backup? It doesn’t seem like you.”
His face clouded for a moment. “It wasn’t me.”
“What?”
He moved closed to me, and I felt my heart flutter with excitement. “I can’t answer you anymore.”
“I’m naked for you.”
He was so close, his lips against my ear. “I know.”
“I think I’m entitled to my answer.”
“Sorry, sis.” His hands cupped my breasts, and I took a sharp breath. “You’re only entitled to one thing.”
“What’s that?”
“My fat cock between your legs.”
“What if I’d rather have the answers?”
His hand roamed down my body and slipped between my legs. “I don’t think that’s true.”
“You don’t know anything.”
“I know you’re soaked again. I know you’ve been thinking about sliding along my cock all day long.”
I couldn’t take it anymore. All of the pressure had built up inside me over the past two weeks. Since the first moment I’d seen him, I’d known what I wanted. True, he was a cocky asshole, but he had every reason to be.
I crushed my mouth against his, kissing him hard. He returned my kiss with as much passion as his fingers found my clit, sending electricity pulsing through my veins.
“We can’t,” I gasped. “Not here.”
He looked around. “We’re alone.”
“But someone can come by.”
“You’re not afraid, are you, Laney?”
His fingers rolled along my soaked clit, playing with my body. “No,” I groaned. “I’m not afraid.”
“I know you’re not,” he whispered hot in my ear, teasing my pussy. “You’ll let me fuck you wherever I want, won’t you?”