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“Ha, you’re so funny.” She kissed him again, thoroughly, tracing the scars on his cheek with her fingers. “Want me to show you just how well I really see?”
“Yes,” he breathed.
She did exactly that, which meant a long, leisurely lovemaking session in bed. First, she kissed and caressed the length of his body from his face to his chest, down his stomach, then skipped his groin to knead his calves and love each foot. Who knew the feet could be an erogenous zone? At least they were for Micah.
Then, once she had him writhing, she took pity and sucked his cock, licking and stroking until he nearly came before even getting inside her. But he was having none of that, and gently disengaged, laid her back on the pillows, and slid inside her welcoming heat as though he’d been doing it for years.
They found their release together, clinging, and then drifted for a while, ignoring the rest of the world. Eventually, however, moving couldn’t be put off any longer.
“Shower?” She nuzzled his chest.
His arms tightened around her. “Sounds great. Would be even more fun if I didn’t have to go anywhere.”
“Duty calls.” It wasn’t a question.
Their two weeks were nearly at an end, along with the lazy idyll they’d enjoyed. He had to get back to the compound and the Pack, and in truth she knew a big part of him was eager to go. His brothers had been on a couple of missions without Micah, and she’d seen how staying behind had almost killed him. In truth, she had to get back to work, too, though she was much less eager.
“I don’t want to leave you,” he said ruefully. “This time together, lazing around with you and making love, has been heaven.”
“But you’re not a lazy kind of guy. It’s okay. I get it,” she reassured him, “I understand your need to get back to work.”
He shook his head, then kissed her lips. “I’m a lucky man, in so many ways.”
“But?” She’d heard a strange note in his voice.
“Nothing. Except I’ve still got to find out who’s got a grudge against me. It’s been way too quiet these past two weeks—”
At that precise moment, his cell phone started buzzing on the nightstand. Rolling to his side, he picked it up, stared at the display, and groaned. “It’s Nick. I knew better than to say that out loud.”
As he answered the call, Jacee got up and walked to the bathroom to start the shower and give him a little privacy. The noise of the water drowned his words, but it couldn’t hide the urgency and anxiety behind them. That ramped up her own worry, and she fretted until he finally joined her, giving her a quick hug.
“Is everything all right?”
?
?Not really.” He stepped back and gave a heavy sigh. “Two campers were attacked last night, a father and his nineteen-year-old son. The father is dead, the son barely hanging on.”
“Oh, no.” Her heart went out to them. “Do they have a suspect?”
“No. Like the woman from a couple of weeks ago, they were attacked by something or someone with either sharp claws or a weapon like a knife. Nick said the sheriff is betting on the first, though, because they were both really messed up.”
“That’s terrible.” She shook her head. “Nick hasn’t seen the victims?”
“No. The Pack is on the way to the scene, and I’m supposed to meet them there. Jax is going to try to get a reading off the man’s body while it’s fresh. With the previous victim he didn’t get the chance, so hopefully we’ll learn something.”
Jacee shivered. “I don’t envy Jax. Seeing grisly past events is one talent I’m glad I don’t possess.”
“Me, too. Though it’s not all bad, the stuff he sees. It’s just unfortunate for him that when something terrible has happened is when we need his help to figure out who’s done it and why.”
She couldn’t imagine being burdened with visions of the past or future, as Nick was. Sometimes ignorance really was bliss.
They stepped into the shower together, and though they managed some soapy fun and a few laughs, Micah was a bit pressed for time. She knew he hated that, knew he would rather have stayed and played, but it couldn’t be helped. Once they were out of the shower, they dried off and dressed quickly, which was a shame. But she told herself he’d be home soon, back in her arms.
“I’ll be back as soon as I can,” he said, pulling her close. Then he kissed her thoroughly, leaving her senses reeling, drenched in his amazing scent.
“Hurry home.”
“I will.” He shot her a lopsided grin and was out the door, heading down the sidewalk to his motorcycle.
