High Noon (Between the Veils Series, Book Two) by KRIS NORRIS

ignited along his spine. God help him but she was surely going to be his undoing.
    Payton took the opportunity to trace her tongue along the column of his neck, ending with a nip to his ear. He grunted, tightening his hold on her ass as he thrust forward, taking her channel in a long steady stroke. Her breath hissed past his ear, the raspy sound only spurring him on. He paused for one frantic heartbeat, his shaft lodged deep, before levering back, leaving just the tip inside her. She squeezed her muscles, clamping down on his shaft as he pushed back in.
    “Shit, Payton. I won’t be able to control…”
    She repeated the motion, biting his shoulder again. The dual stimulation hit him hard, and he bowed his head in surrender. Payton uttered a husky yes as he pounded into her, his breath panting across her shoulder. She met each thrust, chanting her affirmation, angling her hips to take him deeper. He slammed home, praying the wall didn’t collapse as the boards squeaked in protest. Payton released one hand from his shoulder to palm his jaw, drawing his mouth to hers. Her kiss was desperate, and he knew she was close.
    He shifted his hips slightly, holding her steady with his weight as he reached one hand between them, flicking the pad of his finger over her clit. She gasped against his mouth, taking his lips even harder as spasms trembled along his shaft.
    He pulled back, snagging her gaze. “Come for me.”
    He pinched her nub then powered in, grinding his pelvis against hers. She took one breath and held it, squeezing her eyes shut before tipping her head back and shouting his name. Rhythmic pulses assaulted his shaft, the strong contractions sending him over. Her name echoed his as he thrust deep, his cock flaring inside her. His hips jerked as he emptied himself, spurt after spurt of warm fluid filling her channel. He leaned against her, hoping his legs didn’t give out as the last embers of his release burned through his balls. He steadied his breathing, knowing he’d never find another woman who demanded his soul while giving hers in return.
    Her warm lips caressed his cheek and he drew back, smiling at the gleam in her eyes. He chuckled, leaning in for one more kiss before gently lowering her leg to the floor. A whispered moan feathered across his shoulder as he slowly pulled out, immediately missing her heat.
    He smiled at her. “You’re definitely addicting, sweetheart.”
    She shrugged, trying to hide her smug grin. “You could have said no.”
    “And miss an opportunity to hear you scream my name? I don’t think so. I’ve got far more sense than that.” He trailed a finger down her cheek. “You okay?”
    She kissed his hand. “Fine. Though a shower would be nice.”
    “I’ll see what I can do.” He glanced over at his bag. “We should pack this up and head out. The State Library and Archives is just a short drive over to Carson City. It should be open by the time we get there and will have far more historical records than that poor excuse your town calls a library. We need to find out who or what Dalton is before he makes another appearance.”
    The fine lines around her eyes creased as she worried her bottom lip between her teeth. “Can you stop him again if he does?”
    “Temporarily. But we can’t live long on salt and holy water. And until we know what the story is, we’re pretty restricted with our offensive capabilities.” He gave her a reassuring smile. “Hey, we’ll get this guy. It’s just a matter of time.”
    “After last night, I’m thinking time isn’t something we have a lot of.”
    “Not a lot. But enough.” He cupped her hand. “Come on. Let’s pack up and I’ll see what I can do to get you that shower.”
    He winked at her, hoping he’d hidden his concern. She was right. They didn’t have much time and if last night was any indication of this ghost’s intentions, they needed to end this now.
     
     

 
     
     
     
    Chapter Seven
     
     
     
    “You know, Blake.