Haze of Heat (20 page)

The sight aroused him to madness, and the way she was milking his cock felt so damn good.

With quick flicks, her tongue danced and twirled around him with every retreating glide. Then she would rasp her teeth over his throbbing flesh with every return.

Harsh growls of pleasure ripped from his throat. “So fucking hot. I love the way you suck me with your pretty mouth.”

Then she did something different. Tucking her lips over her teeth, she tightened around him, increasing the friction made by her glistening lips. Now she worked his cock with a different kind of pressure, one that spun the sexual tension clawing at him higher. The sweet suction of her mouth was heavenly torture, creating red-hot streaks of lust to scorch his overtaxed body. Sweat slickened his back and he started to tremble. When his balls tightened in agonized pleasure, he knew he was going to explode.

“Only warning, Rach.” His body was so taut, on the cusp of orgasm, that his tone was as rough and jagged as gravel. “Stop now or I’m going to come in that gorgeous mouth of yours.”

But she only clamped eager lips around him impossibly tighter, sucking him infinitely harder. Watching her, watching the stretch of her lips as she accommodated his cock, he couldn’t miss the glint, the shift of her eyes—hot and aroused and wickedly pleased—as she peered up at him through those lenses.

That was it for him.

The tension coiled in his balls sprung free and, with his head back in a roar that echoed in the room, he came, emptying himself in his mate’s welcoming heat.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Rachel woke to the second most wonderful smell in the world.

Coffee.

Her eyes flew open as memories of last night spilled through the haze of morning mind. Blinking, she deduced quite quickly that she was completely alone. Sitting up, she tossed back the sheet and swung her legs over the side of the bed before she realized all her clothes were in the other room.
Déjà vu
, anyone?

The difference this time from just a few days ago was the bond that held them together. Though still in its infancy, their relationship had forged mightily. It was a little scary, but Rachel was accepting Porter as her mate, and as such, her future would be one with him in it.

She was also going to accept Porter’s clothing as her own. Opening drawers, she found a pile of the Orchards’s embroidered dark tees and shrugged one on. Then she padded barefoot into the kitchen. From there she made herself further at home by filling a glass with ice and pouring coffee over it. The refrigerator had no creamer, but she took out the gallon of whole milk and dumped in a liberal splash. And then another for good measure.

It was as she was taking her second drink that Porter walked through the front door. “You’re up.” A warm smile lit his face. Then a quirked brow ruined it. “Iced coffee?”

She bared her teeth. “You haven’t seen me first thing in the morning. Be warned. No one gets between me and my coffee. That includes insults of any kind.”

His lips twitched. “Understood. Would you care to have a seat, my lady?”

She let him lead her to the kitchen table. She took a seat and another gulp of caffeine, feeling it course through her veins and spark some life into her brain cells. “Were you out taking care of the horses?”

“I was.” He leaned back in a chair, watching her, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Let me know when you’re awake and I’ll tell you what Rome found out.”

Like being dumped with ice water, she went from foggy to full-on wakefulness in a nanosecond. “I’m awake.”

“Thought you’d be. You know Rome’s been in touch with the detectives on your case ever since you arrived.” Porter was all business. “He called them last night with the information you gleaned from Daniels.”

“And they’ll take what he says seriously because he used to be ATF, right?”

Porter nodded, not bothering to ask where she’d heard it from. Melinda loved to talk about her sons. “That little tidbit does speed things right along. The cops were able to tag Larry Pisley last night at his home. He was packed for a trip. Had a ticket to Panama City.”

Rachel shuddered. “He really was coming here.”

“Well, now he won’t be going anywhere for a very long time. The cops figured they could hold him until Monday, what with it being the weekend and all, but when he started explaining that you and he were both secret agents, working covertly for the U.S. government to solve unsolvable crimes, that hold became permanent.”

Her jaw dropped. “Are you telling me he’s totally whacked? For real?”

“As twisted as a pretzel.” He leaned forward, dark eyes blazing. “They’ll put him in a loony bin, probably douse him with meds and lock the key. He won’t be able to contact you ever again.”

No matter what Porter had promised, she’d always had a smidgen of fear that her stalker would somehow get to her and she’d be too petrified to react. She might be stronger than human, but that didn’t make her any less susceptible to fear. Knowing it was over made her slump on the table in relief. “Wow.”

Porter watched her for several silent moments. “That’s all you got? Just ‘wow’?”

“Well, what else is there to say? Except, well, thanks.”

Obviously astonished, his voice was an octave higher than normal when he blurted, “How about ‘that’s wonderful’ or ‘I love you so much, Porter’? Or even ‘you’re the man’.”

His ego really was a fragile thing. Poor baby. She’d just have to make it up to him. With her head propped on one hand, she used a single finger of her other hand to scoot her iced coffee forward an inch. “I called my mom last night.”

His face slid into mutinous lines. “You said. I hope she knows you won’t be coming home alone.”

“Hmm.” Rachel slid her drink another inch across the table. “I did tell her about you.”

When she didn’t continue, he crossed his arms over his chest. “Aaaand?”

“And she said she’s always wanted a second home in Florida.”

At his visible confusion she added, “
And
she said to block out the B&B for the week of January nineteenth because we’ll be celebrating my grandparents’ sixtieth wedding anniversary here.”

The glass moved several more inches until it sat directly in front of Porter. He looked down at it, then back to her. “So what are you saying? Exactly. Use small words and be very, very clear.”

She stared up into his guardedly hopeful eyes. “I’m saying that no one comes between me and my coffee, except the man I love.” His mouth moved, but he didn’t make a sound. “That you would leave your family, your home, sacrifice what you told me you wanted with all your heart just to be with me, well.” Her voice thickened. “That just blew me away.”

“Tell me.” His voice was urgent, his tone a husky rasp that blanketed her with need.

“I’ve never known anyone like you, Porter, and I would be an idiot not to love you.”

He grinned now, brighter than the morning sun streaming through the windows. Leaning over the table as well, he picked up her hand and kissed her knuckles. “And we both know who’s the idiot around here.”

“I can deal with your idiotic
moments
,” she corrected, “as long as you never stop loving me.”

Rising, he helped her to her feet and kissed her with such tenderness, such passion, she fell in love all over again. “Never,
amada. Te amaré para siempre
. I will love you forever.”

THE END

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Copyright © 2013 by Jennifer Dellerman

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ISBN-13: 978-1-60777-566-9

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About the Author

Jennifer Dellerman
is the author of several stories in a variety of genres including erotic and suspenseful romance and thrillers. At any time you can find her devouring just about anything in written form or weaving the fantasies dancing gleefully through her imagination.