Free Secret Sins by Lora Leigh

tasted it, the rake of his teeth against it as he teased
     and tormented it, was like lashing whips of sizzling pleasure-pain.
    Each suckling motion, each incredibly heated draw of his mouth had the need, the lashing
     flares of desperation rising, striking at her clit, tightening her womb with increased
     force.
    “Fuck, baby,” the harsh growl came as his lips lifted from the needy flesh and his
     fingers slid to the rounded curves of her rear. “Come on, we’re not doing this here.”
    As he moved to turn, her knees still gripping his hips, the radio at his hip began
     issuing rising static before the dispatcher came over the connection.
    As she listened, Anna’s lips parted; the code, despite having given no information
     a layman could have deciphered, wasn’t hard for her to understand.
    After hanging around Archer and his father for years, she had picked up enough to
     be able to follow the code.
    Deputy Caine had found a victim’s vehicle, and the only one she knew of missing was
     the one belonging to Katy Winslow.
    Drawing back, Archer pulled the radio slowly from the holster at his hip, his gaze
     still locked on hers.
    “Sheriff Tobias en route,” he answered. “Inform Deputy Caine to remain on location.”
    “Ten-four, Sheriff Tobias, will appraise Deputy Caine of status,” the dispatcher said
     as Archer moved back, allowing her legs to slide from his hips and hold her own weight.
    The loss of his touch, of the warmth and pleasure she’d experienced in his arms, was
     a sensation she could only describe as painful.
    “Don’t you leave,” he warned, the dark rasp on his tone, the dominant command in it
     sending a shiver racing up her spine.
    “I’ll think about it.” Shrugging in apparent unconcern, she stared back at him as
     though she were going to do whatever the hell she wanted to do.
    The sad fact was, she wanted to stay. She wanted to stay so much it was a hunger inside
     her. A hunger that burned inside her with a flame she knew she wouldn’t be able to
     deny.
    “Yeah, you do that,” he growled as he snagged his hat from where he’d tossed it to
     the kitchen table and jammed it on his head. “And when you’re done thinking about
     it, I’ll be back.” He paused before turning away. “And you damned well better be here.”
    Drawing in a deep breath she watched as he turned and stalked from the kitchen before
     moving quickly through the wide foyer and out the front door.
    He slammed the door closed, but took the time to stop and lock the deadbolt.
    Anna’s lips quirked before her fingers lifted to the swollen curves, a sensation of
     weakness flooding her womb and vagina at the memory of how they’d become swollen.
    It was only then she realized she was still naked from the waist up. Her shirt and
     bra on the floor—
    At least, they had been on the floor.
    Looking around, her lips tightened to hold back her grin as she propped her hands
     on her hips and pretended to glare at the monster cat on the other side of the room.
    He was lying on her shirt, the lace-trimmed strap of her bra hooked around his neck.
    “Go ahead and keep it,” she murmured to the cat as though unconcerned. “Your owner
     can just buy me a new one.”
    Hefting her bags to her shoulder she turned, found the staircase and headed up it
     quickly.
    Of course, she was staying. At least, for now.
    Just to see what happened.
    Just to see if there was any chance of stealing Sheriff Archer Tobias’ heart.

 
    CHAPTER 4
    It was Katy Winslow’s car.
    The little twelve-year-old sedan had been sent over Callahan’s Peak, the sheer drop
     the Callahan grandparents and parents had gone over.
    There was a message here, Archer could feel it as he drove the SUV down the rough
     track that led to the rocky valley below.
    Katy’s car was a burned-out wreck. At the base of the cliff it still smoldered sullenly,
     giving a gloomy cast to the late afternoon sun.
    Pulling his vehicle alongside Deputy Caine’s,