Free Skye's Trail by Jory Strong Page A

in her hair tightened as he groaned and panted. A sharp hunger built in Skye. She moved so that she could straddle his face.
     
    Rico’s hands went to her hips. His mouth latched on to her clit. She gasped and pressed downward as he stroked her with his tongue then sucked her until fingers of pleasure shot through her body, demanding a release. She took his cock to the back of her throat and swallowed. He tightened his grip on her hips and continued his assault on her engorged clit. The heat and need built until they were both writhing and clutching and gasping, then crying out in ecstasy.
     
    Skye moved so that she could wrap her arms around him and rest with her face against his warm chest. Rico pulled the covers up over their sweat-slick bodies as they both shivered from the aftermath of pleasure.
     
    “It’s never been like this before,” he said and Skye could hear a hint of fear in his voice. She could feel the struggle taking place inside him. Finally the cop won. “I’ve got to get to the station. You coming by to see Caldwell?” There was worry in his voice this time.
     
    Skye smiled against his chest. “If I have to. Or you can just tell her that you’ll see to it personally.”
     
    Rico stiffened against her. She let him retreat. What was done, was done. They were bound together. She accepted it as she’d learned to accept so many things that couldn’t be easily understood, but that didn’t mean she could explain it to him.
     
    “Shit,” he muttered under his breath before rolling away and retrieving his clothing from where it’d been thrown in his haste to take her last night. He didn’t dare look toward the bed until he was dressed. He still wanted her.
     
    His heart did a triple beat in his chest. Fuck. What had he done? What had she done? The sex last night couldn’t have been real. Had she hypnotized him? Let him play out the erotic fantasy of being locked deep in a woman’s body? What was he supposed to do now?
     
    There’d be hell to pay if Rivera and the rest of the department found out about this. But his cock was already telling him to forget about calling this a one-time event.
     
    Rico went over to the bed and sat down on the edge, careful to avoid the trap of her eyes. She sat up and pressed her lips to his. “This is between us,” she surprised him by saying.
     
    He couldn’t stop himself from meeting her gaze, from studying her expression. There was no hint of the amusement he usually found there. If anything, her face looked almost…gentle. “I’ll call you later,” he heard himself say, wishing he could say the compulsion was hers, but honest enough with himself to admit it was his.
     
    The familiar half-smile appeared and with it the urge to wipe it off her face. He couldn’t stop himself from pushing her down to the mattress and kissing her. But as soon as his body was on top of hers, it demanded something else.
     
    His thighs spread hers. Then with one hand holding hers to the mattress, he used his other hand to unzip his pants and guide his cock into the wet heat of her. She whimpered into his mouth as he took her hard and fast.
     
    * * * * *
     
    Skye lay in bed until the blinking light of the answering machine caught her attention. There were two messages. She deleted the first one as soon as Detective Caldwell’s voice began speaking. The second message was from Senator Skip Weldon. It was unexpected, simple and to the point.
     
    He had caught a red-eye to Las Vegas and was staying at the Tropicana. Would she please contact him as soon as possible. It was extremely urgent. He’d like to discuss his sister, Amy Weldon. Three weeks ago they had buried her. But now there were reports that she was alive. Skye returned the call and thirty minutes later she walked into the hotel restaurant and was led to a table where two men waited.
     
    Skip Weldon rose from his chair and shook her hand. The senator was handsome. Skye would give him that. But he had the