Free Call Me Killer by Linda Barlow

interested in my ass.”
    “I'm not interested in your ass.” She stopped short. She met my eyes for a moment, and I could see her blush, which seemed to happen often.
    I wondered how much pinker that blush could get. I decided to find out. “You're not, huh? You sure about that?”
    The blush grew rosy and spread up to her hairline and down over her throat. But she didn't look away. After a moment, her engaging grin was back, and this time it had a more sensual quality. “Okay, maybe I am interested in your ass.” Her brows rose in a dare. “How about you stand up and let me check it out?”

Chapter 11
     
    Griff
     
    Now that was more like it. It was the first come-on signal she'd given me, and I wasn't about to let it slip by. Still, if she hadn't been grinning up a storm and running those big eyes all over me, I don't think I'd have done what I did.
    But, what the fuck, I was in my own living room, in my own house. So I stood up, unbuckled my leather belt, ripped it out of its slots and whipped it down against the bare floor with a crack that made her jump.
    “Whoa,” she said softly.
    “Shall I go on?”
    “I'm all eyes.”
    I unzipped and pushed down my jeans. Rory was watching me, her eyes big and blue and round. She was staring hard enough to send all my blood rushing to my genitals. By the time I had shoved my underwear down my hips and stepped out of all that lower body clothing, my dick was rock hard.
    Rory swallowed, her face now bright red. Her smile didn't falter, though. She made a circular motion with her hand. “Impressive. But that's not your ass. Why don't you do a 360 so I can get the full effect?”
    I was through playing. “Get over here, Rory.”
    She rose from the sofa, and my heart-rate doubled. She took a couple steps toward me, then stopped. The look in her eyes hardened. “I want to. Okay?” She was still blushing as she said, “I mean, I even wanted to last night.”
    “Yeah?” I was surprised by this. She hadn't given any indication of sexual interest in me last night. So I hadn't been the only one tossing restlessly in bed?
    She nodded. “As soon as we got in here where the light was good and I could actually see you...I wanted to.” She smiled as she added, “I expect you already know you're panty-dropping hot.”
    Wow, now I was probably blushing a bit, too. No one had ever put it quite like that before. My brother Sean had had the perfect body—tall, honed, and handsome. Even though I'd never had any trouble getting laid—well, until recently—I'd always compared myself unfavorably to him.
    “Drop the panties, then.”
    Maybe that was a dick response to her compliment, but when I get turned on, I'm not so good with the small talk.
    She squirmed, her face going soft, and I knew, I just knew we were going to be good together. She was aroused—I could feel it. Hot for me. Sweet and wet and slippery.
    But she didn't drop any items of clothing. “Can I ask you something first?”
    I was tempted to say no, or just shut the fuck up, Rory, but this was going well enough that I didn't want to blow it. So I nodded. What I wanted to do was scoop her into my arms, carry her straight to my bed, toss her down, and bury myself inside her.
    “It's just that—” She hesitated. “When I ask you this thing, I'm afraid it's gonna kill the mood.”
    My lust was boiling so hot that I didn't think anything could kill the mood. It was going to take more than her stupid questions to distract me from what I wanted here.
    But Ms. 204 IQ Girl turned out to be right again.
    “The forensic examination of your computer showed that you'd searched for information on strangling, suffocation, ligatures, and how long you can cut off someone's air before they die. You researched it a lot. Like what kind of rope to use and stuff.”
    Fuck. Was nothing private around her? How the hell had she found out what I'd researched online?
    “Why was that, Griff? Why d'you look that stuff up? I don't think