Free His Every Desire by Shiloh Walker Page A

woman who lived a couple hundred yards away from her was a young, unbelievably perky blonde by the name of Shelley. Shelley was married to a doctor who worked in the ER of the hospital in one of the nearby towns. Madison, Emery was pretty sure.
    When Shelley had invited her to go shopping in Madison, it had taken everything she had in her not to refuse.
    But now that she was out, she was having fun, giggling and talking with Shelley as if they’d been friends for years. As Shelley leaned over to whisper something about two of the Sheriff’s deputies who had just left the Pepper Café, Emery felt a tightening in her chest.
    She’d missed this.
    Lunch dates with friends, laughing over a weird haircut, or eyeing some guy and pretending not to.
    Something caught her eye.
    As Shelley chattered on about the deputies, Emery felt a cold chill race down her spine.
    There had never been any sign that anybody followed her. No sign that anybody thought she was other than who she claimed to be.
    But fear settled in her throat as she sat there staring at the nondescript green Ford Taurus parked just across the street from the Pepper Café. Through the tinted windows, she could just barely make out the outline of a man—broad-shouldered, tall.
    Just sitting there.
    “Hey…hey, you okay, Emery?”
    Jerking her eyes to Shelley’s face, she forced a smile. “I don’t know. My…my head just suddenly started hurting.”
    A sympathetic smile crossed Shelley’s face. “Migraines? Man, I used to get the worst…c’mon. Let’s get you home.”
    By the time they paid their bill and got outside, the green Taurus was gone.
     
    “Imagining things,” she muttered to herself as she walked through the house one more time, checking all the locks, checking the windows.
    She even got her gun out. Emery hated the cold, lifeless feel of it, but she’d be damned if she didn’t feel a little better as she checked the chamber.
    Passing by the hall mirror, she paused and studied her pale reflection. She looked like a ghost.
    A scared ghost.
    How in the hell could just seeing a car do this?
    Shaking her head, she started up the stairs, leaving the lights on behind her as she went.
    Moving into her room, she closed the door and started toward the bed. She needed to get some sleep. Tomorrow…
    “Hello, Tracy.”
    That voice…swallowing, she turned slowly, lifting the gun and leveling it at the man who had been hiding behind the door.
    Joel! For one split second, she almost flung herself at him. She stopped just in time…it had been three years. Three damned years.
    “What are you doing here, Joel?”
    A slow smile creased his face. “Watching you. But you already know that. You saw me earlier, didn’t you?”
    “Is Vincent here?”
    His dark blue eyes flashed at her as he snarled, “If he was, do you think I’d just be standing here?”
    Emery swallowed and shook her head. “I don’t know. Joel, it’s been a long time…”
    “Three years,” he murmured. “I’ve been trying to find you for a year now. You hid well.”
    A year… “You’ve been looking for me?” she asked, her voice tight and rusty.
    A slow smile spread across his face. She knew that smile. Knew it well…seconds later, he pulled her into his arms and she moaned as he slanted his mouth across hers, pushing his tongue deep inside, kissing her deeply, his tongue rubbing across hers, sweeping over the roof of her mouth, across the surface of her teeth.
    Tasting her—like he had been starving for her.
    Whimpering she pressed against him. Heaven knew, she had been starving for him. That worry, the gut-deep fear slowly faded away as he touched her. When he touched her…it didn’t feel as though even a minute had passed since he had last kissed her.
    He paused just long enough to mutter, “Fuck, I’ve missed you.”
    His hands stripped her clothes away as she rose onto her toes, burying her fingers in his hair. Cool air bit her flesh and then his hands were on her