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“Are you in pain?” she asked.
He grunted. "I'll survive."
"I could make it feel much better."
"I like the sound of that," he said as he kissed her neck again.
"Great. Let me get an ice pack, and you'll be all set." She started to get up, and he pushed her back down on the bed.
“Funny,” he said.
She laughed.
“Shut up and kiss me,” he ordered.
She obliged, letting her tongue dance with his. She pushed her body against his, wrapped one leg over his back, and then twisted until she was on top. She pushed him down onto the bed and straddled his body.
Giving him a wicked smile, she said, "I'll tell you what; we can try something else to make you feel better." She rained kisses over his chest.
"I like this plan so much better."
His hands ran over the length of her body as they kissed, then he cupped her breasts in both palms. She groaned when he squeezed her nipples. His fingers dug into her skin, causing her to moan in pleasure.
Her body ached for him. She needed him.
"Greer," he said in a low growl. "God, I need to be inside you."
"Yes," she breathed.
He rolled over, taking her with him so that he was on top. She wrapped her legs around him as she gave in to the sensation. She moaned needily as he entered her. He leaned down and kissed her, then whispered her name as he thrust over and over again.
"Yes, Dalton, just like that." She gritted her teeth to keep from crying out.
"Oh, God." Dalton's voice was low and breathless.
Greer raised her hips, wanting him deeper inside her. She dug her nails into his back, causing him to moan. When he sucked on her neck, she shivered in response. Her body was on fire. She was so close. All the emotions of the past few days had built up inside her. She couldn't hold it in anymore.
He thrust faster, and she cried out, clenching around him as she came. He followed, coming deep inside her.
They lay there, gasping for breath for a few moments. Greer didn't want to move. She didn’t want it to end. Daylight would come too soon, and reality would intrude, but for right now she could pretend that everything was alright. That she was still racing, and they were still together.
It was a fantasy she was okay with acting out for as long as possible.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Dalton slipped out from under the blankets, careful not to wake Greer. His body still hurt, and he was in desperate need of a shower, but she needed sleep as well. If he woke her, it would end in a fight. It had been fun to revisit the past, and it made him realize just how much he missed her, but he had his troubles, and she had a boatload of her own. He wasn’t prepared to take on any of her issues at the moment.
He pulled on his jeans and was gathering the rest of his clothes when she sat up. “Sneaking off?”
“Gotta grab a shower and get to the track. The team decided the best way to deal with James’s death is to keep working. Detective Haas is still investigating, so it’s not like James’ family can hold a funeral or anything just yet.”
She eyed him. “But that’s not why you were sneaking out.”
He let out a loud sigh. Here it comes. “No, that’s not why I was leaving.”
She sat up and leaned against the headboard pulling the sheet over her chest. “Why are you leaving? I thought we were in this together.”
He grimaced as he pulled on his sweater. “No, we’re not. You had a job to do, and you’ve done it. We now know that Moore had a heart attack because someone fed him a bunch of speed and jacked his heart rate, then made sure he had an accident, which is what killed him. You know it wasn’t someone from my team because we had nothing to gain, so you’re good to go.”
