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“Are you talking about indiscriminate toe kissing, or am I something special?”
“It’s only you. I’m no danger to barefooted sunbathers on the beach.”
She pulled free of his light grasp and wiggled her toes. “Our whole bodies are sensitive, but my feet are too ticklish.”
He danced his fingers up her thighs and kissed her knees. “I like all of you.” He leaned down to lick her cleft. “You taste so good, sweet and salty like tears. Luscious.”
His glossy black hair fell over his eyes in a boyish wave. “I like watching you. You have such a handsome smile,” she nearly purred.
“Who wouldn’t smile with you?”
“Or with you, Alejandro.” She ran her foot up his shirt. “Take off your clothes.”
“Later.” He spread her legs wide, slipped his arms under her thighs and dipped his tongue into her. He’d known how to satisfy a woman, but being with Ana was a wild exotic trip rather than a hasty hookup. He slid crossed fingers into her core and twisted them in time with his tongue. He felt her first quiver of pleasure and sucked gently to bring her to a peak. He loved her grateful moan and savored every throb and grasp of her core. He didn’t pull away until she lay too limp to desire more.
He pulled off his clothes and moved over her. “Is this too much now?”
She wrapped him in her arms and rolled her hips under him. “No. Come with me.”
He loved going slow, plunging into her slippery heat until neither of them could stand another stroke. He’d been an idiot to stop seeing her for even a minute and vowed to make up for it tonight.
A wild pounding on the front door woke them at six thirty a.m. Alejandro sat up and threw the sheet aside. “The building must be on fire. I’ll get it.” He pulled on his jeans and pushed his hair out of his eyes as he opened the front door.
The detectives leaned in to look around him. “I’m Sergeant Robles, and this is my partner, Sergeant Mesa.” They flashed their badges with a practiced swing. “We need to speak with Miss Santillan.”
“At this hour?” Alejandro asked incredulously. “You could have called and made an appointment.”
“We need to speak with Miss Santillan now,” Robles emphasized gruffly.
Ana came up behind Alejandro, the belt on her robe tied tightly. She’d made no effort to smooth her hair and looked as though she’d just walked out of the jungle. “What is it, gentlemen?”
“We need to take you down to the station for a few more questions.”
“I could meet you there,” she offered.
“No, you need to come with us,” Mesa stressed. He swept Alejandro with a hostile, dismissive glance. “Alone.”
“Wait downstairs while I dress. I’ll be ready in a few minutes.”
“We’ll wait right here.”
Alejandro pointed out the padded bench under the window at the end of the hallway. “Wait there.” He closed and locked the door before they could object. “Bastards.”
“I love waking up with you.” Ana caressed his back. His skin was warm and smooth. “I’ll answer whatever questions they’ve raked up, and if I need to, bombard them with our suggestions of real possibilities in Jaime’s murder.”
“I’ll follow you.”
“Don’t you have classes?”
“Not at this hour.” He went into the guest bathroom where the kittens were stretching, meowing and looking for breakfast. He found the cat food in the refrigerator and fed them before getting into the shower. Needing more than a toothbrush, he was grateful for the basket on the counter with every grooming product he could possibly need. He was ready to go and had time to make coffee before Ana was dressed.
She appeared in a conservative gray skirt suit with a pale gray blouse and low heels. She’d wound her hair into a bun at her nape. “I don’t wear glasses or I’d put them on. How do I look?”
“Like a loveable librarian. You’ll be mistaken for an attorney down at the police station.”
“Oh no, I need to call my agent and get the attorney there.” She opened the door, and the detectives jumped to their feet. “Which police station is it?”
Mesa hurried toward her. “The main station. It isn’t far.”
