Vegas, Baby by Sandra Edwards Page B

Beautiful, bountiful breasts to caress for her pleasure and his entertainment. Long, luscious legs that he would soon encourage her to wrap around him. And that long, wild hair of hers—he had plans to twist and twine it around his hands while they rode over the edge together.
    Eddie rid himself of the remainder of his clothing and then yanked her to him, taking pleasure in the feel of her bare skin against his.
    Rio pushed him down onto the couch where she resumed the position, straddling him. This time he throbbed against her bare skin and she arched her back, begging for pleasure. And he wanted to give it to her. For the first time, he was consumed with giving rather than receiving.
    He locked his hands on her bottom and coaxed her to stroke back and forth over him as her breasts tickled his chest. Eddie kissed her and whispered his appreciation for each part of her lovely body while his hands explored her soft flesh with lustful, arousing strokes.
    She moved faster, quickening her pace and clinging to him. Her breath was warm and moist against his neck as she muttered her sweet approval. He liked their reciprocating, dually-shared trip into euphoria.
    The pleasure building inside was pure and explosive, but it was too soon. Eddie wasn’t ready for it to be over yet.
    Rio opened up and he slipped inside her. Instinctively, he latched onto her bottom and tightened his grip to stop her from moving. Just a little longer. He wanted to savor the feeling a little bit longer, but knew the end was near. Impulsively, he moved her up and down at a frenzied pace, relishing in his desire as long as he could. He tasted a measure of satisfaction as he emptied himself inside her scorching, slippery walls.
    Rio fell against him, exhausted. But he didn’t want to leave her yet. Eddie held her in place, assuring he remained inside her as long as possible.
    “This wasn’t as disconnected as it may have seemed,” he felt the need to say.
    “I felt a lot of things, but distanced from you wasn’t one of them.” She giggled softly and he threatened to retreat.
    “Good.” He sighed at the thought of leaving her and traced his fingertips lightly over the contours of her back. “I’d never use you like that.”
    She clung to him in the darkness. “I know.” Her breath wafted over his neck. “Is Olivia the reason you’re a cop?”
    “Yes,” he said without thinking about it. “Her death destroyed my family. My father killed himself in his Chevelle less than a year after she died.” Eddie tightened his embrace, cherishing Rio. She was the only thing that had ever eased his pain. “I wanted to be able to at least try to save other families from the suffering my own endured.”
    * * *
    Even in the searing light of the next morning’s sunrise, Rio longed to heal Eddie’s heart. Her fascination with him had been coming on so gradually she hardly knew where to mark its beginning, but the other day in the garage when they’d found her car with slashed tires was a good place to start. He’d swept over her car in true spy form. He was like James Bond with an edge.
    She checked herself in the mirror. Her tan slacks and emerald-green, button-front blouse held fast around her curves. She looked good.
    Good. She wanted Eddie LaCall’s undivided attention, at least sexually. He was too good to taste just once.
    Yes, but ... Her head played devil’s advocate. Doing him again was a really bad idea. She tried to ignore the raw hunger creeping up her chest. She had to find a way to conquer her desires before they ended up compromising her principles.
    She grabbed her cell and stuffed it down her shirt and latched onto the doorknob. Cracking the door open, it hardly made a sound. She hoped he was awake.
    Eddie’s voice, intoxicating and low, filtered into her space. Rio’s cheeks heated.
    “My new partner is not going to be a problem. I’m sure of that.” His words—soft, low and intense—fell into dead silence. Rio commanded her