Celeste Files: Unjust by Kristine Mason Page B

Cupping her rear with his rough palms, tonguing her clit with his firm tongue, she groaned and came in a rush. Before she had the chance to catch her breath, he was standing and turning her toward the dresser. She met his gaze in the mirror, then closed her eyes when he glided his erection into her heat.
    As he began to move over her, and another orgasm neared, she opened her eyes and stared at his reflection, at the way the muscles along his chest and arms bunched with each deep thrust. She glanced to his face and met his dark gaze again. He bent forward, grabbed a fistful of her hair, and gave it a gentle tug. She leaned against his chest and hummed a moan when he ran his hand along her breasts, then her stomach. Once he reached where they were joined, he rubbed the tips of his fingers along her clit and thrust.
    “I love watching you come,” he said against her ear.
    His whispered words tickled her neck and caused goose bumps to cascade across her skin. “I love what you do to me,” she said, reaching down and covering her hand over his. She knew what turned on her husband. Touching herself was at the top of the list. She smiled when his gaze drifted to their hands, and he replaced her fingers with his, then she sucked in a breath when he bent her over again. He hung onto her hips and drove himself deep. Again and again until the impending orgasm tensing her body burst, spiraling out to every extremity and making her weak with satisfaction. At that moment, John thrust deep, then tensed, too. He closed his eyes, tilted his head back and let out a harsh breath.
    Moments later, he slid from her body, then turned her to face him. “I knew what you were when I asked you to marry me, but it’s who you are that matters. You’re so special to me.” He cupped the back of her neck and drew her in for a kiss. “I don’t ever want to be without you.”
    “And I only want you. But we still need to figure this out.”
    “Figure out what? I’m not going anywhere.”
    “I’m scared you’re going to eventually resent me,” she admitted. “Especially if Olivia ends up like me. John, you can’t like knowing that there could be a ghost in the room.”
    “I was so caught up in tasting you, I forgot about your ghost. Was he here when we were—”
    She shook her head. “I don’t think so.”
    He sighed. “Good. It’d be a little hard for me to kick a ghost’s ass for checking out my naked wife. I don’t mind a little kink, but I’m not an exhibitionist.”
    “I’m not sure if having sex in front of a ghost would be considered exhibitionism. But I agree. I’m not comfortable fooling around in front of a ghost, either.”
    “One problem,” he began. “If you get hot when the ghost is around, and I make you hot whenever I’m around, how are you going to be able to tell the difference between being haunted and wanting some of me.”
    She grinned and twined her arms around his neck. “You know what I love about you?”
    “How humble I am?”
    “Exactly,” she said with a chuckle.
    “You know what I love about you?”
    “Everything?”
    Smiling, he grabbed her rear. “You got that right,” he said, and kissed her. “What do you say we get dressed and walk over to the beach bar Ryan told me about? I don’t know about you, but I’m starving and could use a couple of drinks.”
    “Same here, but what about Lola and the detectives?”
    “What about them?”
    “What if they finish processing Denis’s trailer and want to talk with me?”
    “Then they can talk to you in the morning.” He kissed her forehead. “We’re off the clock and on vacation.”
    “And Denis?” she asked, hoping the dead man left her alone tonight. She and John needed quality time together. They needed to remember why they’d married.
    “After what he did to you, and what I’m suspecting he did to those women, I hope he goes to hell.”
    She did, too. But for now, she just wanted him to leave her and John alone.

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