Courting Death - Carol Stephenson [65]
“Nope.” I reached down, grabbed my bag and stood. “What I’m going to do is track down a hunk of a detective and see if he’s available for a little afternoon delight.”
“Huh?” Carling gaped. “Who are you and what have you done with Nicole Sterling?”
I hugged her. “I gave the Whitmans good legal advice and they threw it back in my face. You know what? I’m happy they fired me. I was going to terminate my representation if they didn’t come clean. They didn’t, and I don’t have to hear the word so again for the rest of the day.”
Kate stuck her tongue in her cheek. “Soooo, what do you plan to do to Detective Bowie exactly?”
“Handcuff him to the bed.”
I heard the door close and Sam called out, “Nicole, where are you? Are you all right? I got here as quick as I could.”
“In here.” I quickly braced my elbow on the pillow and draped my legs to the side.
He appeared in the bedroom door and the flash of heat in his eyes steadied my sudden nerves over the seduction scene I’d staged. Red lipstick slicked my lips and dark gray shadow turned my eyes to those of a smoldering enchantress. Every inch of my skin had been powdered, creamed and scented with ridiculously expensive perfume.
White candles flickered all over the room. Soft music drifted from his media player. After brushing my hair into a loose style, I had changed into a sheer black nightie and tugged the tiny ruffled sleeves over my shoulders. A black silk bow was strategically tied at the V of my breasts.
My whole body hummed with anticipation.
Sam crossed to the bed, removed his gun, slapped it on the nightstand and put one knee on the mattress. I would never, ever get used to his lightning moves.
“To what do I owe the pleasure of finding one gorgeous attorney in my bed?” His gaze raked my body, leaving a scorching path. He reached out a blunt fingertip and touched my taut left nipple. The exquisite sensation shot to my core and I arched back, thrusting my chest in a silent appeal.
“Now that’s a pretty offer that I can’t refuse.” Sam lowered his head and flicked his tongue over the nipple several times before drawing it into his mouth. I speared my fingers through his silky hair.
“I was fired today,” I managed to gasp out, almost lost in the raging sensations.
The cool air swept against my left breast as Sam raised his head. “And?”
“And I’m not upset. Nothing I could do to help.”
“No regrets?”
“None.” I shoved aside the niggling pangs of guilt I felt for Claire.
“Good.” Sam turned his head and suckled the right nipple. The rough texture of his tongue rasped and teased the sensitive flesh. He shifted, crushing me back into the mattress. The heat of his body enveloped me as his erection pressed into my thigh.
My body ablaze, I lifted my hips, desperately needing to be connected to him. Sam stilled me with his hands. “Easy, honey, easy. All in good time.”
His knuckles brushed then lingered on my stomach, causing the muscles to contract. Then his hand was gone. Sam’s dark gaze captured mine. “I want to make love to you, Nicole.”
I shivered at the raw desire in his voice. With the pads of his fingers, he stroked along my temples to my jaw. Everywhere he touched, he placed light almost reverential kisses. I felt cherished and wanted.
For a moment his lips nibbled at mine but before I could deepen the kiss, he shifted, trailing his fingers and open-mouth kisses along my neck. He followed along the collar bone and then down my front. With a slight tug he untied the bow and the material slid away, exposing my breasts. There he stopped with a wicked grin.
“No.” I tried to hook a leg around him but he stood. Propping myself on my elbows, I watched with heavy-hooded eyes as he pulled his black T-shirt over his head and tossed it to the ground. His skin, golden in the candlelight, stretched tight over his rib cage. Next he stripped off his jeans and briefs. His erection sprang free.
“Now we’re talking.”
Sam half choked on a laugh. “We aim to please, ma’am.” He reached into the table’s drawer