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and snugged up to them before flaring over her hips and ending just above her knees in a slim-line skirt that had his hands itching to draw it up her legs. Three-inch cream-colored heels covered her tiny feet and still left her incredibly short. Her hair was braided again, the French braid pulling the strands back from her face and revealing the pretty, soft lines of her face.
Minimal makeup complemented her skin, but the hint of gloss on her lips made him hungry to lick it from the lush curves.
"Breakfast is do-it-yourself," she told him as she passed by him, her attention on the contents of the little cream-colored purse she carried. "Deirdre usually picks something up on her way in, so I don't cook in the morning." Hell, he'd kept his distance last night; this morning was another thing. Those little buttons between her breasts tempted his fingers; the hint of sweet flesh between her breasts peeked out at him, and tempted his tongue.
He was about to have his breakfast right now. At least, a little taste of it. Snagging her around the waist, he pulled her to him.
Before she could protest, he lifted her to the center island, pressed in between those pretty legs, and held her still for a kiss that fried every synapse in his brain. All he knew, all he felt, all he tasted, once his lips touched her was Mikayla, heat, and sex. His cock, already hard, painfully so, seemed to thicken further. His balls drew tight and his body became one hard ache where she was concerned. A moan of surrender was the answer to his kiss. Her arms wrapped around his neck, her breasts pressed into his chest, and Nik was lost in her. God, she tasted of pure heat. A man could become lost in her forever if he allowed it.
One hand cupped the back of her head to hold her in place while the fingers of the other moved to those buttons. They were meant to intrigue, designed to tease. He had them loosened in about three seconds flat, and when he figured out she wasn't wearing a bra his breath stopped in his chest.
His hands filled with the lush mounds. He couldn't help it. Slanting his lips across hers, he shaped the firm, heated flesh, his thumb raking over tight nipples as she flinched beneath the caress.
He felt like a schoolboy. Hell, like a teenager, copping a feel for the first time. His hands were almost shaking as she arched against him and shuddered in pleasure. Pulling back from her, Nik stared down to where the swollen, feminine curves filled his hands. His thumb moved slowly, firmly, over a nipple, and he watched as a hard breath pushed her breasts tighter in his grip.
"Like ripe little berries," he whispered, his gaze lifting to stare into her mesmerized eyes.
Pleasure was swamping her. Nik knew the look, knew the flush of arousal out of control, the swollen lips parted to breathe easier. But there was more. Her eyes darkened to near purple, a wild glitter of hunger flickering in them as her little pink tongue moistened her lips.
"What are you saving yourself for, Mikayla?" he asked her. He needed to know. He had to know those dreams before he committed the ultimate sin of destroying them.
A sharp little inhalation.
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"Nik . . ."
"Tell me, baby," he growled. "Tell me what you've saved yourself for." She destroyed him when she answered. "You. I think I've waited forever for you, Nik."
One of these days, he'd learn not to push his luck, not to tempt fate, and to never question a woman, Nik thought as he pulled the Harley into a parking slot in front of the business and sales offices of Martin's Plumbing and Water Works. The store was on the outskirts of town, housed in a rough-hewn building reminiscent of days gone by. The appearance was deliberate, though, rather than a result of the building being run-down.
Before moving on in the investigation, Nik had a few questions for Scotty Martin. The three Martin sons were now working for their father's business. Before they had joined their father they had each worked in other construction areas. Their father had insisted they get the experience.
Scott was working the main store with his parents this week, Nik had learned. He had a few questions for the youngest son of the Martin clan. Namely, why the hell he had left his sister to hang out to dry after he'd found a ride that day. Striding into the store, Nik found the younger man immediately. Scott stared back at Nik with the same suspicious look the rest of the family had given him several nights before when he had assured them he would be looking after Mikayla's safety. None of them trusted him, and that was fine. But other than the father, Nik had not noticed anyone protesting too vociferously.
"Steele." Scott's eyes narrowed on Nik as Ramsey moved from the office in the back.
Nik nodded to the father before turning back to the son. "Could we talk for a minute?"
Scott shifted nervously. He was man enough to know exactly why Nik wanted to talk to him.
"I'll be back in a sec, Dad," Scott told his father before glancing at the parking lot.
"This can be taken care of in the office," Ramsey informed them both, obviously as sharp as any father. "Where I can watch you two." Nik almost let his lips quirk into a smile. Instead, he strode to the office, expecting the other two to follow and not really giving a damn if they did so agreeably.
"Mikayla doing okay?" Scott cleared his throat nervously as he and his father stepped into the office and the door closed behind them.
"She's doing fine," Nik assured Scott. "But all you had to do was call her to find that out, wouldn't you think?"
Scott cleared his throat again before glancing at Ramsey as he moved behind the desk and sat down.
"Scott's paying
for his negligence that day," Ramsey stated firmly. "I trust you're not here to go over this, Mr. Steele."
Nik arched a brow and looked at Scott mockingly. The knowledge that Nik was deliberately courting Scott's father's protectiveness wasn't lost on the boy. He squirmed, ducking his head in shame before lifting his gaze to Nik's once more.
"I have some questions," Nik told them both as he took a seat in one of the leather chairs facing the desk. "First and foremost, who knew Mikayla was picking Scott up that 94
