Page 225 of Shhh…It’s A Killer Story

"I'm already exactly where I want to be."

She stared at me for another heartbeat before a sleepy smile spread across her face.

"So..."

"So?"

"I think you're stuck with me, Detective."

A quiet laugh escaped me.

"I figured that out the day you walked into my kitchen, gave my dog treats and walked into my life."

"Well, when you put it like that."

"She grinned.

"I politely walked into your life."

I rolled my eyes.

"That sounds exactly like something you'd say."

"It also sounds legally defensible."

"It absolutely isn't."

"It could be."

"It won't hold up in court."

She laughed a genuine, uninhibited laugh that filled the little cottage and chased away every shadow for just a moment. I'd spend the rest of my life trying to hear that sound again and for the first time in years...

The future didn't seem quite so impossible.

The air in the bedroom grew suddenly heavy, thick with a sudden, sharp shift in gravity. Seraphina looked at me with a smile that took my breath away. Her mouth came closer to mine as she kissed me. Fuck it wasn’t just a kiss it was like she stole my breath away.

I pulled back looking at her detailing her expressions. I wanted this to be a safe space for her. I wanted everything to be fucking perfect for her.

“Seraphina, are you sure,” I asked her.

Her breath hitched as she nodded climbing down the bed straddling me on the floor, her hands wrapping around my neck as she kissed me again. Her tongue licks the seam of my mouth and then I open my lips. Her sighing me breathing it in. We were like one, both tasting one another breathing each other in like we couldn’t survive without the other.

She sighs again, on fucking purpose. I lift her up, my hands knotted

under her butt for support as I bring her closer to me. As fucking close as I can get. I broke the kiss, hearing her whimper almost made me just kiss her again but I needed her to understand. I looked at her.

“You need to trust me. You need to understand that I know what I’m

doing,” I say, making her tremble, and I want to tear my clothes off right the fuck now to feel her soft skin against my hardness.

“I’ll make you feel good, baby. I’ve got you. I’ll take care of you.”

“I’m yours, Honey. Do as you please.”

I kiss her neck as my hands graze my fingers over her skin. Hearing her sigh as she opens her neck further for me. Fuck she is so fucking soft. She wraps her legs around me, her hot pussy pressing against my stomach, my t-shirt wet with her ache. I lay her down on the floor , scrutinizing every inch

of her. She’s perfect. Every beauty mark and blemish, every curve, even with the bruises. She was perfect. I yank the t-shirt over my head, and before it hits the floor, my mouth closes on her breast. She arches back with a quiet hiss. I waited weeks for this to happen. I imagined her in my bed a thousand times but fuck this was so fucking different.