“I think you are crazy,” I say softly to him.
“We already know I am, but I’m sure I’m right,” Heath says.
My mind is racing with questions, but I don’t allow them to show on my face. At the hotel, I park, and we make our way in and up to our rooms.
“Good night, Heath. See you in the morning,” I tell him.
“Good night, sunshine,” he tells me before walking into his room and allowing the door to close. I open my door, then close it. Walking to the desk and placing the files and laptop on top. I take my jacket off, placing it around the chair before walking into the bathroom and starting the shower.
I get undressed and step in, allowing the hot water to cascade over me as thoughts of McHotty evade my imagination.
I take my time lathering up my body as I imagine it’s Shane’s hands on me. His hands squeezing my breasts, his fingers pinching my nipples, his hand sliding down to cup my pussy and slide a finger inside, as he strokes the inside of my walls before adding another finger and finding my spot.
I allow the moan to leave me as I continue imagining that I’m riding Shane’s fingers as his thumb rubs my clit in circles, before he pumps his fingers in and out of me, fucking me hard. I come so hard, but not feeling relieved. I need more.
I quickly wash up and get out of the shower. Drying off, before I put my pajamas on and climb into bed. I should have been sated with masturbating, but I’m not. My body is full of need and I’m not sure how much sleep I will get tonight.
I close my eyes, but all I see are dark blue eyes, full of desire. I haven’t even known this guy for twenty-four hours. My first interaction with him, he was a chauvinistic asshole and then today he was all about business except when his hand was brushing up against me.
“God, I’m fucked,” I mutter.
Chapter Eleven
SHANE
I drop Nora off at her house before I head off to mine. Thoughts of Mya fill my head, from the moans she made every time she ate a piece of steak, to her words about Dick. I couldn’t help but choke as I recalled the dream I had of her sucking my cock.
What the hell is wrong with me, no woman has affected me like this, ever. Not even my ex-fiancée, who cheated on me for the four years we were together before running off with the man.
I found myself finding ways to touch her today, waiting for that electric spark to not be there, but each time I brushed up against her, I felt shocks all the way to my groin.
I get home and jump in the shower, needing to jack off, though I know it won’t be enough. As soon as I feel my release, I’m still not satisfied. I know I won’t be until I have her, and that can’t happen. I need to get this case solved so she can go back home, and I can get back to my normal routine.
I get out of the shower, dry off, and lay in bed naked tonight. The room is dark, but I stare at my ceiling thinking about her, Mya. My brain should be focused on the twenty cases that I currently have opened, but instead, it’s her blue eyes and sweet face that take up my thoughts.
“God, I’m fucked,” I mutter as I roll to my side, beating my pillow to try to get comfortable.
I start to wonder if she’s thinking about me like I’m thinking about her. Are the feelings I’m feeling mutual?
“What the hell is wrong with you? You barely know this woman, Jackass,” I chastise myself.
I continue to curse myself until I finally fall asleep, not realizing I fell asleep until the alarm wakes me up.
Two weeks later
It’s been two weeks since the agents have been here. Two weeks of working beside Mya, nothing has changed. If anything, my need for her has grown. We’ve watched every security video from all the murders, and we are currently watching again for the third time.
“There is something we are missing,” Mya mutters, and I think it’s so cute how focused she gets.
Nora comes into the conference room with Heath on her heels. I look up, and she says, “The judge signed the warrant.”
“Thank God,” I say. Director Fields at Boston General decided he was not going to freely give us the reports and requested a warrant. We finally found a judge willing to sign off so we can get that report.
“Do you want us to give it to him, or would you like to do the honors?” Nora asks.
“I want to do it. Mya, do you want to come?” I ask her.
“Absolutely. That man is hiding something, so I say we all should go. Let’s hope he didn’t destroy any evidence,” Mya says.
As we get ready to walk out of the conference room, Nora’s phone rings.
“Detective Riley,” she answers.
“Oh, is that today? I’m sorry I forgot.”
“Yes, I can be there in thirty minutes, thank you.”
She hangs up the phone, then says sheepishly, “Sorry, I forgot I had an appointment today.”
“No worries, we can handle it,” I tell her, and she nods.
We all leave the precinct. Nora to her appointment, and Mya and Heath with me to the Hospital.
I make sure I have the warrant in my pocket as we walk across the parking lot to the lobby. I walk up to the receptionist’s desk.
