Brutal Discoveries by Kasey Millstead Page B

continued until the final shudder of pleasure left my body.  His hands left my panties and my bra before he spun me around to face him, holding me steady with one hand securely wrapped around my waist.  Then, with his molten indigo eyes on mine, he lifted his glistening fingers to his lips and slid them inside, sucking my essence off him. 
    Oh. My. God. Ovary explosion.
    My mouth fell open and I watched in sheer entrancement.  Then he smirked at me.  “Delicious,” he whispered before his head slanted and his lips descended on mine.
    “I really like being adventurous with you, Aden West,” I said through a grin when he pulled back from our kiss.
    “Baby, you ain’t seen nothing yet,” he promised on a grin.
    We kissed again, and then I fixed the buttons on my pants before he held me in his arms for a little while longer.  I couldn’t explain the utter contentment and safety I felt, being held securely in his massive frame.  It wasn’t until I yawned unceremoniously that he chuckled and kissed the top of my head.
    “I better let you get home,” he murmured.  “Where’s your car parked?”
    “Oh, I walk to and from work each day,” I explained. 
    “You walk?”  His tone was deceptively quiet and he clenched his jaw.
    “Well, uh, yeah.  It’s my exercise, since I eat so much cookie dough and frosting each day,” I admitted on a light giggle.  “If I didn’t, my ass would be the size of Hawaii.”
    “You know it’s dangerous for a woman to be walking the streets after dark?”
    “Aden,” I started, my tone placating.  “I’ve been walking to work since I opened Sweet Treats six years ago,” I defended.  “I’ve never had a single ounce of trouble.”
    “Babe,” he sighed. 
    “What?” I snapped. 
    “You’re not walking home on my watch.”
    “I’ll be fine, Aden.”
    “Get your shit.  Let’s go,” he ordered.
    “Pardon?”
    “I’m driving you home.  Get your shit,” he demanded, leaning in to me.  The serious look on his face commanded no argument, so I narrowed my eyes at him and pursed my lips together.  Then I went and got my handbag.  Damn arrogant male.  I marched toward the doors and let myself out before locking it after he exited.  He took my hand and walked us to his Camaro before bleeping the locks and holding the door open for me.  Before I climbed inside, he stopped me short and leaned in to touch his lips against mine.
    “Just want you safe, baby,” he whispered sweetly.  If only he had said it that way in the first place, I wouldn’t be in a snit.  He brushed his lips on mine again and when my face had relaxed enough for him to know I wasn’t in a mood anymore, he let me get in the car.
    Aden held my hand on my thigh on the drive home, his thumb, the same one that had brought me such bliss earlier in the evening, stroked my hand idly, providing a different kind of pleasure.  The comforting kind.  When he parked the car at the curb outside my townhouse, he walked me to my door and kissed me deeply for a long time.  Then he touched his finger to my nose, and waited until I let myself inside and locked the door behind me before he made his way back down the path to his car and drove off. 
    After he left, I showered and climbed into bed, just knowing I would be dreaming of Aden when I finally found sleep.  It came, eventually, and when it did, I dreamed the sweetest dreams, all involving Hashtag Hottie.

CHAPTER ELEVEN
     
    DAMON
    There wasn’t a lot in Damon Salt’s life that had made him smile.  So when he found a smile pulling at his lips as he watched the pretty blonde waitress laughing with customers in the rundown diner off Highway 92, he knew she was special.  By that time, Damon was twenty-one years old, and had crossed three state lines.  He had murdered fifteen women, and had stolen thousands of dollars in cash and valuables.  The thrill of the hunt, the exhilaration of the rape, the anticipation of the fight instinct in the