Captured Innocence (CSA Case Files) (10 page)

Lauren wasn’t finished discussing what this Jax
person did to make her feel violated, but she would delay the conversation to answer his questions.  She thought back to what Joel had ordered and although the stones were the same, the clamps and chains were distinctively different.

“He ordered nipple clamps with a Venetian chain, whereas Marilyn’s was
a Valentin style.”  Lauren couldn’t see where he was taking this.  “Connor, a lot of people choose rubies or ruby accents to adorn their clamps and collars.  If you’re implying that Joel had something to do with Marilyn’s murder, I have a hard time believing that.  He’s a really nice guy.”

“Is there a way for you to put a client list together of those who ordered something
similar to what Marilyn did?” Connor asked.

“Yes, but shouldn’t we give the list to the detectives as well?”

“The prosecutor thinks he has what he needs,” Connor said, crossing his left arm over his chest while resting his right elbow on it and rubbing a hand over his face.  “He’s not going to blink at a list of people who ordered specialized items from your store…no matter how much it’s related.”

“I don’t mean to change the subject,” Lauren interjected, “but you look exhausted.”

“I haven’t slept.”  Connor yawned, covering his mouth with his hand.  “Wait a second.  Why did you come back to your apartment?  Isn’t your shop open?”

Lauren didn’t answer right away, still absorbing the fact that he’d apparently been with someone last night.  Why that should bother
her when she clearly stated that she wasn’t interested, she didn’t know.  But it did, damn it.  Although he was a dominant male who lived the lifestyle, she didn’t take him for a man who slept around.

“Lauren?”

“What?” She didn’t mean to snap at him, but her tone had him raising his eyebrow. 

“I asked if there was a specific reason that you came home from the shop this morning.”

“I heard you and I’m opting not to answer,” Lauren replied, trying to take back control of the conversation.  “It doesn’t really matter now that I know this break-in wasn’t anything but a business associate of yours trying to manipulate the situation.  And I’m still not sure why he would do that.  As I said, multiple people within the lifestyle choose rubies to accent their toys — that doesn’t make them killers.”

“You’re not telling me something,” Connor said, letting his arms fall to his sides and taking a step closer to her. 

“Why would you say that?” Lauren contemplated stepping back, but he might think that he physically affected her in some way, and she wasn’t about to have that.

“You reached for the end of your curls that are draped over your shoulder.”  Connor seemed to study her, making her want to shift her body stance.  “You’ve only done that once and that was just a bit ago when I misrepresented our relationship to Ms. Finch.”

“What does that mean?”  Lauren couldn’t see his logic and wasn’t about to admit that he might be on to something.  Did she touch her hair when she didn’t exactly tell the truth?  “You know what?  Don’t answer that.  It doesn’t matter.  It’s obvious you keep coming back here for your investigation.  I’ll get the list of clients that purchased anything with rubies and have them sent to your office.  Do you have a business card?”

“Why did you come home early?”

“No? Then stop by the shop tomorrow,” Lauren said, continuing as if he hadn’t asked that question.  “And please tell your
friend
not to break into my apartment again.” 

Lauren went to walk around when Connor wrapped his hand around her upper arm and pulled her body close to his. 
Their mouths were inches apart and she placed her hands on his chest to keep herself balanced.  It had been so long since she’d touched a man like this  that the memories would have had her pull away, had he let her.

“What is it about you that drives me so fucking crazy?” Connor whispered, searching her eyes as if they held the answer. 

She didn’t have a response, so he could explore all he wanted…there was nothing to find.  His lips descended on hers and Lauren decided then and there that as long as he was willing to keep the sex vanilla, there was nothing wrong with taking him up on what he offered.  Anger morphed into hunger.

Chapter Ten

Co
nnor couldn’t seem to get enough of her.  As he felt Lauren’s fingers slide up into his hair, he used the opportunity to bring her closer.  She was trying to control the momentum, and he suppressed the urge to take over.  Hoisting her up, he wrapped her legs around his waist without releasing her lips.

Lauren now had both hands on his face and he felt her curls brush against his skin. 
Damn, he needed to fuck this woman.  Making his way to the couch, he’d been about to lay her down when she used her foot to catch the material, causing him to drop both of them into a sitting position on the cushion.  The moment Connor looked up into her beautiful face he could see her warring with her desire and the need to manage how this played out.

“No strings, no
dominating, and no mistaking this for more than what it is,” Lauren whispered, her green eyes sparkling with lust.   

“Stop talking,” Connor
replied softly, brushing a curl away from her forehead. 

Something deep inside of him knew
if he said anything else, Lauren would pull away.  There’d always been something innate within him to control a woman during sex and now was no different.  He refrained from twisting her and placing her back on the couch and doing just that.  It was a conversation that would be saved for another time.  Right now, he didn’t care how it happened, as long as he was able to have her.

Lauren searched his eyes
, and whatever she found satisfied her curiosity for she leaned back down and ran her liquid tongue over his bottom lip.  She was wearing a buttoned-down white blouse with a pair of faded jeans.  He slowly released each pearl white key, and upon reaching the last one pulled away.  Using his hands, he leisurely parted the material wanting to savor the view in front of him.

“Damn, you’re beautiful,” Connor murmured. 

Easing the material over her shoulders, he couldn’t prevent the small smile as he took in the light freckles that decorated her smooth pale skin.  To him, it showed her femininity.  Connor let the material drop down her arms.  Leaning slightly forward, he brushed his lips over those tiny specks and reached around her.  With one hand, he unfastened her white lace bra and slowly used his fingers to remove the straps.  She shivered and the action had his cock twitching. 

“What you do to me,
Red…”

Wanting to see the treasure he’d revealed, Connor held her uppe
r arms as he leaned back.  Milk white skin appeared before him.  Her ample breasts were perfect, with half dollar sized areolas and nipples the dimension of a pencil eraser.  His mouth watered and his dick throbbed. 

Before he had time to do what he wanted, Lauren
surprised him when she let her knees slide down to the floor.  Her fingers went right to his buckle, which she was now loosening in a rather swift manner.  Connor didn’t want this to be a quick fuck, but when she’d managed to get his jeans unzipped and her fingers wrapped around his cock, he admitted she wore on his resolve.  He let his head fall back when her warm fingers tightened around him.  His heart pounded in his chest.

“I need you,” Lauren said, her voice taking on a husky tenor.  “Now.”

* * * *

Lauren’s body felt like someone had lit her on fire.  She was by no means a virgin, but something about Connor Ortega raised her body heat to an inferno like no other man.  Her rational behavior had taken a short hiatus and knew the culprit was the animal magnetism they both felt.  She wanted him and would face the consequences, come what may. 

Releasing his cock, she stood up.  Connor lifted his head and seemed to devour her breasts with his eyes.  Lauren reached for the button on her jeans and thread
ed it through the hole.  Taking the zipper, she slid the metal over jagged edges and felt excitement as he watched her movements. It had been a long time since she’d seen a man look at her with that
hungry wolf about to have his prey
stare.

“Join me?” Lauren asked, not wanting to be the only one naked and vulnerable.

“You don’t have to ask me twice,” Connor replied, reaching for the bottom of his shirt.  Whipping it off, he revealed his contoured chest with a sprinkling of hair.  Her fingers itched to run through it.  “Don’t stop on my account.”

As she pushed the denim and
delicate lace panties over her legs, Lauren watched him do the same with his jeans and briefs.  Once he’d removed his shoes and socks, discarded the articles of clothing and sat back, she couldn’t prevent her eyes from going straight to his cock.  It was long, thick, and hard.  A vein ran up the side, keeping time with his heartbeat. 

Connor moved to situate himself on the edge of the couch, much to her disappointment.  She’d wanted to straddle herself over him.  His hands reached out for her hips, bringing her closer to him.  Lauren held her breath as the back of his finger brushed over her red curls.  She caught herself before pushing her hips forward, wanting him to touch her clit but not wanting to s
eem too eager.  She kept her mound trimmed, so it resembled more of a landing strip and she couldn’t help but wonder what he thought.  She didn’t have to wait long.

“As much as I like knowing the drapes match the
carpet,” Connor murmured, his voice deep in a tone that sent shivers down her spine, “I want you bare.”

Lauren lost her breath at recognizing his tenor. 
Her fingers closed over her wrist.  While she emotionally felt the cold seep in, her body betrayed her as she felt her cream lubricate her folds.  As if sensing her struggle, Connor looked up her.  His blue eyes had turned a shade darker in intensity.  She would have backed up had his left hand not tightened on her hip.

“We’ll do
it your way for now, Red, but don’t think we won’t revisit this.”

Before she could reply,
Connor bent his head and swiped his tongue through her curls.  Lauren’s hands immediately reached for him and she sank her fingers into the dark tangled mess his hair had become.  His hands went around her thighs and when his grip indicated he wanted her to separate her legs, she was helpless to resist.

His warm tongue ran through her folds and he took his time exploring.  By the time his mouth settled over her clit and suckled gently, Lauren couldn’t suppress her
wanton cries.  God, he was talented.

“Please, Connor,” Lauren said, unable to keep the slight desperation out of her voice, “I need
you inside of me.”

He finally pulled back, his lips glistening with her
juices.  Leaning down, Connor grabbed his jeans and rummaged through the pocket.  Lauren saw the condom in his hand and knew this was a turning point.  She could handle whatever came after, as long as he didn’t try to force the lifestyle on her and kept things casual.  Her body felt like one massive exposed nerve that needed soothing and knew that he was the only one capable of making that happen at this point in time. 

It was fascinating to watch him roll the latex over his cock, not to mention erotic as hell.  As if knowing she’d been struggling internally with
his need to control, Connor sat back on the couch in all his glory.  Lauren had no doubt he was waiting for her to make her final decision.  She answered by moving forward and placing her knees on either side of him.

“Take the lead, Lauren,” Connor murmured, reaching his hands up and cupping her face. 

His tone indicated that this would be the last time it would happen.  His eyes promised it.  And maybe that was the way it should be.  Connor might feel he could change her mind regarding her sexual preferences, but she knew that would never happen.  She liked knowing she could make choices; she needed to have the upper hand, and as the tip of his cock nudged at her entrance, she relished the control given to her.

Inch by inch, Lauren’s body accepted his length
in rolling motions.  He filled her and by the time she’d taken him fully inside of her, her pussy had started to randomly grip and release its captive.  Lauren closed her eyes, shutting out the intensity of his.  Her lips parted instinctively as he tilted her head and claimed her lips. 

Neither moved their bodies as they resumed their earlier exploration of one another.  Finally, Connor pulled away and she was able to drag in some much needed oxygen.  His fingers trailed down her neck, over her chest and underneath her breasts.  He cupped them, lifting them up as if gauging their fullness. 

“Ride me, Red.”

Connor
leaned over, capturing one nipple in his mouth while rolling the other between his fingertips.  Lauren followed his command, not because he’d ordered her, but because her body refused to stay still.  Using her knees as leverage and placing her hands on his shoulders, she raised herself up until only his tip remained inside of her.  When his teeth caught her nipple, she sank back down.

“Ah!” Lauren cried out, feeling his cock hit that
elusive sweet spot inside of her.  It wasn’t near enough, so she lifted herself up again.  “Harder, Connor.”

Moving his hands down to her hips, Lauren was grateful that his mouth didn’t release her nipple.  His fingers tightened on her flesh as he took control and slammed her back down over his cock.  This type of influence she didn’t mind.  Her legs were turning to jelly and she was grateful that Connor had the strength to maneuver them.  Over and over he thrust inside of her
, and every time his tip would glide over that area that created ripples throughout her very soul.  When he bit her nipple, she teetered on the edge.

“Touch your clit,” Connor ordered
, after releasing her with his mouth.  Lauren’s body needed to come and she didn’t think twice about following his command.  She lowered her hand and when her fingers made contact with her overly sensitive clit, she moaned.  The nodule of nerves was so engorged that her touch was almost painful.  It didn’t cause her to stop.  Her own cream lubricated her fingers and she rubbed firm circles until she was crying out.

“Look at me.”  She opened her eyes to see him
drinking her in with that familiar manner.  “I want you to see me watching you come.”

The second he said the word, Lauren’s body exploded. 
Their eyes remained connected as her pussy clamped down on his cock in rapid succession.  She hadn’t realized just how vulnerable a woman was at this significant time until it seemed as if he were looking into her very center.  She was grateful that he didn’t leave her alone in that moment, as his lips parted and the blue of his eyes deepened into a sapphire color as he joined her in release. 

“Connor,” Lauren whispered, almost in question. 

His hand reached up and buried in her curls, pulling her head down to his chest while pressing her firmly onto his cock while he released an endless stream of jets.  He gently kissed her forehead and they lay there, catching their breaths once their orgasms began to fade.  His skin was warm and she let herself relax against him, ignoring the tingling feeling of doubt that was sneaking in.  As reality slowly returned, she bit her lip.  What the hell had she just done?