Page 31 of How To Catch A Killer … And Date His Best Friend

Christ. This woman is going to kill me.

Lyra pauses there and glances back over her shoulder, meeting my heated stare. “You’re staring.”

“Why wouldn’t I? You’ve got me by the fucking balls.”

“At least you’re honest.”

“Painfully.”

Lyra laughs and closes the freezer before making her way back toward me, only she stops a few feet shy of the couch, leaning gently against the kitchen island, one brow arching with a silent challenge.

A smirk pulls across her lips, and she waits, dragging this out, knowing she has my complete, undivided attention. “How bad do you want this?” she purrs, her tongue rolling over her bottom lip and sending a deep need pulsing through my body.

Oh.

My.

Fucking.

God.

I’m obsessed.

Everything in me stills, and suddenly, there’s no room for wild, inappropriate flirting or smartass comments. Nothing else exists but her.

I’m on my feet before I’ve even realized that I’ve moved, inching toward her as though every step brings me closer to the oxygen I need to breathe. I cross the space between us and stop in front of her, letting my hand settle low on her waist as she looks up at me, waiting for my response.

“Oh, my sweet little savage, you are dangerous, aren’t you?”

“More than you could ever know.”

My fingers trail up her waist, skimming over her skin, and seeing the goose bumps pebbling her body, I can tell she’s not entirely unaffected by my touch. “You want to know how bad I want you?” I ask. “Bad enough that I haven’t been able to think about anything else since the second I felt the way this tight little cunt squeezed my cock. I have done nothing but breathe, eat, and sleep you. I’ve jerked my cock raw picturing you riding me, Savage.”

Her hand brushes my waist, slipping beneath my shirt and skimming over my abs. “That bad, huh?”

“You haven’t heard the worst of it yet.”

“Oh yeah?”

I grin, pulling her harder against me. “I’ve replayed every smartass comment that came out of your mouth, every look you gave me. I’ve fantasized about you touching yourself while remembering how I felt inside you. Baby, I’ve got it bad.”

“You really want me that bad?”

I nod.

The slightest twitch hits her lips, and she pushes me back until my ass hits the edge of the couch. Then wanting to see what she’s got in store for me, I sit on the edge, my fingers itching to reach for her.

Lyra reaches up, her hand twisting around the back of her neck and she tilts her head to the side, her eyes closed as she lets out a breath. Her hand comes back down, sweeping through the center of her full tits as a soft moan slips from her lips. “You want to touch me here?”

I nod again, completely mesmerized as I track her every move. “Mm-hmm.”

“What about here?” she murmurs, her hand falling to her hip and brushing over her toned waist.

I bite down on my lip, trying to control myself. “You know I do.”

She sucks in a breath as she watches me through hooded eyes, her hand slipping inside the front of her pants. “And here?”

“Fuck.”