But he didn’t stop. As the waves of my orgasm rolled and began to fade, he rotated his wrist, bringing his fingertips against the front wall beneath my taut tummy. Without a word, he curled them, running across something that shot a jolt of renewed pleasure through my body. With a laugh and a smile, he attacked that spot, every thrust of his fingers bringing me further into madness. I was drawn into oblivion, the feelings so warm and rapturous that I could only call this place heaven. I lost all semblance of control as I gave myself to the sensation.
In that moment, Nathan had me… Body, heart, and soul.
6
I hadn’t fooled around like this since I was a teenager. The bed was a wreck, my skin singing with joy at the caress of the wonderful cotton beneath me. No wonder Nathan brought these sheets. They probably cost more than I spent on my entire bedroom set at home, but I didn’t care. I wanted to spend the rest of my life wrapped in this stuff, living in this dirty little apartment with the billionaire who had brought me such unfathomable bliss.
I glanced over at Nathan. He was quiet, his chest rising and falling slowly. We’d spent most of the morning right here doing everything except fucking. I’d worn the man out, and truth be told, he wasn’t the only one who was exhausted. Even now I had slipped a finger between my thighs, just remembering all the wonderful things his tongue had done to me.
But it was no use. I couldn’t conjure the same sensations that Nathan had inflicted upon me only a few hours ago. I sighed in frustration, looking over at him once again. “This isn’t fair, you know,” I murmured, knowing he couldn’t hear me.
No man deserved to be this good in bed - especially not one born into an unholy pile of money and such a god-awful handsome face. In the past, our sexual encounters were fast and furious, but the last few hours had been completely different. Nathaniel Hale hadn’t fucked me. We had made love…
Ordinarily, I’d have felt lucky to land him, but a little voice in the back of my head kept asking if maybe this was only happening because we were stuck together.
I shook the voice out again, ignoring it. Nathan made me feel things no man ever had. If he was using me, well, I was happy to use him right back. Maybe this would last a week, maybe it would last longer, but right about now, I didn’t care. Our futures were uncertain in more ways than one.
And that meant I was going to need to do a little shopping.
Nathan was going to stay put, but I could slip out for a few minutes to pick up some supplies. Besides, I was starving. I climbed out of bed, and a few minutes later I was presentable enough to hit the corner store. I smiled at myself in the mirror, barely even recognizing the sparkling eyes staring back. It had been awhile since I was this happy.
It was a strange feeling—happiness. It was something I’d denied myself for what felt like forever, just another self-inflicted punishment in the wake of my Jenny’s death. That was the thing about loss: instinctively, we all wanted to hold someone or something responsible. There had to be accountability. It was an intrinsic part of the human grieving process. Nobody ever wanted to hear, “accidents happen,” because then it meant there was no one to blame.
You had to direct all those feelings somewhere. All that anger and anguish and rage—you had to let it out. Unfortunately for me, I was the only one who could bear that burden, and at the time, I’d thought I deserved it.
What had changed? How could a night with Nathaniel Hale absolved me of the guilt I’d carried?
On the way down the hall, a man inside one of the rooms watched me pass through an open door. I recognized the rookie immediately, and gave him a little nod.
“Babysit him for a few minutes,” I said quietly. He stepped out into the hall, shutting the door behind him. “I’ll be back in fifteen. Going to grab some breakfast and a few supplies.”
The rookie nodded as I walked past him. He wasn’t about to question a detective, and that was all the better for me, because Captain Pierce probably wouldn’t appreciate my little store run.
It didn’t take long to reach the ground floor, and although the shitty little Honda wasn’t much to look at, it was comfortable enough on the drive up the street. I flipped on the radio, letting a little music fill the cabin. Its helped me clear my head.
“What are you doing, Sandra?” I asked myself, gripping the steering wheel a little harder. Sure, it was fun to mix a little business and pleasure, but I’d worked damn hard to make detective. It had taken years before the men around me gave even the smallest amount of respect. Was I really going to risk that for another ride on this man’s billion dollar dick? What would they say if they found out Detective Williams had slept with a witness?