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Yes, there’s spooky, creepy happenings throughout this book. Funny moments, too. But you want to know about Sam and Cait, whether they work as a couple and an investigative team. They’ve been on-again, off-again since their divorce. Their last separation was nearly a year. Sam is resistant to trusting Cait to keep it together, and she’s caused him worry and heartbreak. Cait loves Sam, but hasn’t trusted him with her secrets. The one thing that neither has control over is their overwhelming lust for each other. Take a peek inside their lives.
Here, Sam is delivering Cait to her front door after they’ve reviewed the day’s discoveries at Cait’s favorite bar. Sam’s already irritated because Cait withheld some information and insisted on meeting at O’Malley’s, even though she drank Cokes rather than her usual scotch. It’s been raining…
The parking brake grated. A car door slammed behind her.
She grinned, careful to wipe her face clear of amusement as she unlocked her apartment door. Before she could push it open, a hand reached past her and shoved it wide. Another hand slid around her waist and forced her over the threshold.
Shrugging away from his hold, she pretended to resist. The door slammed behind her, and before she could face him, his wet body crowded hers against the wall of the foyer, hands gripping her wrists and gliding them upward.
“Gonna pat me down?” she gasped, wishing those hands were caressing her.
“Just shut up,” he ground out, pressing close enough she felt his rigid cock grind against her buttocks.
Anger chasing desire was a heady cocktail. Cait knew all too well that the madder Sam got, the brighter the fireworks. “This is my house,” she bit out, “and I didn’t invite you in.”
“I’m not a fucking vampire, and you left me a key,” he whispered in her ear. “Invitation enough.”
So he’d figured that out. “Maybe I just forgot it was there.”
“You’re a lot of things, but careless isn’t one of ’em.”
The low, sexy rumble of his voice was doing a number on her, rasping nerve endings, igniting her arousal like kerosene poured onto smoldering coals. “Whatcha gonna do, Detective Pierce?” she asked, letting him hear the breathless excitement in her voice.
“Not what I should, that’s for sure,” he growled.
The whispered regret stung.
Stiffening, she muttered, “I’ll make it easy for you to do the right thing. I want you to go.”
“Liar.” His hand slid between her waist and the wall, then skimmed upward to cup her breast. He squeezed, shaping its fullness with his broad palm.
Another hand glided between her legs, and fingers strummed over her clothed sex.
Cait bit her lip, trying to hold back a moan. But her body betrayed her in a very obvious way.
“You’re wet, O’Connell,” Sam drawled beside her ear.
“So, it’s been a while. Coulda happened with anybody.”
“Sorry I’m not Jason?” he whispered, pinching her nipple.
The sensual torture earned a throaty groan. Then she remembered he’d asked something. “Jason?”
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