Page 20 of But For You

He grunted before he stood up.

“What are you doing?”

“I’ll be right back.” He grinned before he leaned in and kissed me.

I watched him go up the stairs and threw up my hands.

When the doorbell rang again, I went to answer it. This time, the badge that greeted me was a detective one.

“Mr. Harcourt?”

“Detective.”

He was trying to look around me. “Is Supervisory Deputy Marshal Kage here?”

“Yes, hold on. Would you like to come in?”

“Thank you.” He smiled at me before pointing to my eye. “You all right there?”

“I scuffled with a crazy driver earlier. You know how that road rage can be.”

He nodded like I was maybe not right in the head.

I walked to the stairs, yelled up at Sam that he had a visitor, and went to wash the rinsed breakfast dishes that were piled in the sink. Normally, I never let anything remain in the sink, but we had gotten a later start than usual that morning between the running commentary on the Petersons, Kola’s oatmeal, and Hannah’s slow, deliberate picking of the fruit snacks she wanted.

Sam came down a minute later, barefoot, in jeans frayed along the cuffs, and a pocket T-shirt. I looked at him long enough to admire the way the denim hugged his firm, round ass and clung to his long, muscular legs. The stretch of the cotton around his biceps, the contrast of the white shirt to his golden skin and his fuzzy arms, was also not to be missed.

In minutes, he walked the detective to the door and turned the dead bolt behind him.

“What did he want?” I called over to him.

“To talk about the Petersons,” he said as he walked up behind me.

“Yeah, I don’t care about that,” I assured him. “I want to know what the hell happened with you and Rico, and⁠—”

“Your wish is my command,” he cut me off, his lips on the side of my neck, sending a jolt of pure heat ricocheting from my stomach to my heart to my dick.

“Sam”—I jerked under the hands now holding on to my hips—“I wanna talk to you.”

He tipped my head sideways, baring the skin where neck and shoulder met.

“Sam,” I whimpered, pushing back into him, rubbing my ass over his groin.

His warm breath touched my skin before his teeth. Gently, slowly, he bit down, and I shuddered from head to toe.

“I—you,” I mumbled as his tongue slid up the side of my neck to behind my ear.

A rumbling growl came from his chest, and I lost it. There was no way not to succumb to the sounds he made, the heat rolling off him, and his big, hard body.

I shut off the water, turned with some difficulty because he was pressing against me, and jumped him.

He caught me easily, stepping back so my legs could wrap around his hips, my arms encircling his neck. He fused his lips with mine, blanking every thought I had, only want remaining, only need.

As he carried me from the kitchen to the living room, I writhed in his grip, grinding my groin into his, loving the way his hands were digging into my ass, squeezing hard. His breath caught over the sensation.

“You like touching me,” I told him.

“Always have,” he husked as he leaned in and kissed me again.