She glanced over her shoulder, sticking out her ass suggestively. “Well, now you can.”
She turned back to kiss him again, then he reached out and rubbed the suds into her breasts, fondling them for his pleasure and for hers. Her eyes closed – caught in ecstasy
– so he moved his hand down and slipped it between her thighs, caressing her tenderly with his fingers.
“I need to lick you.”
He dropped to his knees. Their position under the jet of steamy water kept their wet bodies warm, but Jake knew he could get Astrid much hotter than this. He ran his hands over her toned buttocks, sliding his fingers between her thighs, and tonguing her clit.
He glanced up. “Like it?”
Astrid reached down and ran her wet fingers through his hair. “Oh yes…”
Jake moved toward her again and teased, sucked, and caressed her pussy. The sound of her groaning encouraged him to continue, and she pushed herself strongly against his mouth, craving for him to get her there. To that place where she’d be completely possessed only by him.
He sensed she was about to come, so he pulled away – needing to fuck her with his straining erection. He grabbed a condom from his wallet in his pants’ pocket, then he stepped back under the shower.
“Turn around and spread ‘em,” he said, grinning.
She laughed. “Yes, officer.”
She turned to face the shower and splayed her legs – bending at the waist to rest her palms on the tiled wall.
She glanced smuttily over her shoulder, making him want to ram it into her, but he needed to take it slow and gently. She was so fucking tight, and he didn’t want to hurt her. He rested one hand on her ass, then eased two fingers inside her and rubbed her G-spot. She ground her hips into his hand, and fondled her clit herself. Her pussy contracted and he realized she was already ready to climax. And he was more than ready to claim her from behind.
He eased himself inside her tight pussy, grunting as he thrust. The pace increased, and he rushed rhythmically toward bliss – his own and hers. He pulled her tight against himself, taking over the clit-action, so she could press her hands firmly into the wall – and push herself against him. He scooped his hips under, thrusting into her hard and fast.
Astrid let her head fall back against his shoulder, almost sitting on his lap now. He was happy to support her light weight. He felt her pussy contract as the orgasm struck, pulling him deeper inside.
Astrid’s body tensed and she groaned with pleasure, which threw Jake over the edge and he came deep inside her – flying high and free – feeling totally liberated from the past for the first time in his adult life.
He relished the pleasure of watching her come hard, as she experienced even more intense waves after his own orgasm had faded. Then, as she floated back to the here and now, she gazed at him over her shoulder, looking totally spellbound – utterly satisfied.
“Wow,” she said, gasping for breath.
He wrapped his arms tenderly around her and they hugged under the warm flow of water. Something had shifted inside him now – he could feel it. It was subtle, but he realized that a secure contentment had replaced his hard bitterness. This was true happiness. And it was all because he loved Astrid Lawrence.
Chapter Twenty-One
Jake stood outside the motel room, tingling with affection, smoking his last ever cigarette. She was right to ask him to quit – it was a disgusting habit.
The vast dark parking lot was daunting – he wasn’t afraid, but he didn’t like not being able to see what was ahead of him, and the crappy porch lights along the row of cabins were about as useful as the moon on a cloudy day.
He took a drag on his cigarette. Truthfully, he was going to miss smoking – it helped him think and focus. But what if he could think just by pausing and being silent like this –without the nicotine fix and tar filling his lungs? He started to think about this, but his phone rang. It was his contact from the telecoms company giving him the address of where the kidnapper’s calls had been coming from. The kidnapper had apparently been using a cell phone, which was unregistered and therefore there was no name. But the telecoms guy had been able to pinpoint the precise address.
Jake thanked him, promised he’d send him some money, then looked the address up online… It was an old mansion near the disused warehouse where the kidnapper wanted to meet tomorrow night. Jake did a search on the mansion and discovered a news story saying the building had been in negotiation to be sold and flattened, to make way for new apartments, but the buyer had pulled out unexpectedly because he’d heard a rumor the mansion was haunted.
Haunted? There sure were some strange people in this world. What kind of person would pull out of a business deal because of supernatural rumors?
He shook away this thought – it was irrelevant. What he needed to figure out was Simon’s connection with the mansion right now. Jake couldn’t find out online who owned it, but he would be able to do a land registry search… But that would mean asking the police to cooperate. He knew the Pennsylvania police would want to take over if he contacted them, and FBI would be all over it too. He wanted to keep this as low-key as possible. The last thing Emma needed was a media circus making the kidnapper nervous and accidentally blowing her head off.
There was one other cop in town he could ask, but Daniel wasn’t going to help, was he?
So – as usual – it was up to Jake to figure this out himself. Okay, what was Simon’s motive for kidnapping Emma? Obviously he wanted money, but why would he think Astrid’s family had anything like fifty grand, when he’d known her for all this time – and knew they weren’t wealthy.
It was almost as if Simon was a red herring, planted by someone who might have a vendetta against Astrid’s family… But who?
He grabbed his phone and logged into his emails – hoping something might spring into his mind if he distracted himself. There was an email from Adam, letting him know they’d definitely decided to pull out of Cole Graves’ project, so he was welcome to screw Astrid as much as he liked. Adam sure did have a way with words...