Free Murder Stalks by Sara York Page B

body
into a chair.
    “ I don’t really want to
hear about your case.”
    “ I know you don’t, but
Marissa, you have to--”
    “ No, I don’t.” A scowl
darkened her features. Her chair wobbled as she stood, taking a
step back, away from Tony and his world. Marissa looked ready to
bolt.
    “ Marissa,
it’s--”
    “ No,” Marissa cut him off,
anger flashing in her eyes. She pulled her bag off the back of her
chair and turned to leave.
    Tony jumped up, sending his chair tumbling
over behind him. He reached out and pulled her into a tight
embrace. She struggled against him, pushing him away.
    He whispered the horrible news in her ear,
“It was Kelsey. I couldn’t tell you over the phone. Her name hasn’t
been released to the press.”
    Marissa stilled in his arms. Her body
crumpled. Finding the small of her back, he pulled her closer. The
swell of her breasts pushed against his chest, igniting a fire that
burned hot for his wife. He cupped his free hand behind her head.
Part of him wanted to tilt her head back and kiss her soft red
lips, like he had when they were first married, before life got in
the way and his priorities were mixed up.
    Her body turned to dead weight. She’d
fainted. A moment of shock and hesitation passed quickly, the he
picked her up and threw her arm around his shoulder, nestling her
head against his chest. With her feet dangling, Tony carried her to
his car. Placing her gingerly on the passenger seat, he strapped
her in and drove to the only place he could think to take her.
Home.
    She shook with grief when he carried her
into the house. Suddenly, all he wanted to do was hold and protect
his beautiful wife. It had been ages since he’d held her in his
arm. His pride and her anger had kept them apart. He breathed in
her scent and the memory of the last time he’d held her close
flashed in his mind. It was they day before she left. They’d made
love for hours. He shivered with expectation and emotion.
    Heat stirred within him. Would she willingly
go upstairs and let him explore her body in the bed they used to
share? A warning flashed in his mind. Marissa didn’t want to share
his bed right now. With a gentle hand, he lowered her feet onto the
thick, plush carpet covering the living room floor. She sighed as
she sank down, still leaning on him for support.
    The air between them crackled with pent up
frustration. Marissa’s chest rose and fell in rhythm with Tony’s,
pushing her rounded breasts against his chest, driving him insane
with each intake.
    He saw the need in her eyes and knew she
felt his erection. His lips moved involuntarily to hers. He would
stop if she pulled back, but it would be difficult. Surprise
flashed through him as she pulled him closer and pressed her lips
to his. Relief flooded his body. She wanted him too.
    Driven by blinding need, Tony pulled at her
shirt, popping off one of the small blue buttons in the process.
Marissa trailed her fingers down his neck to the first button on
his shirt. She hesitated then pulled the cloth, exposing a triangle
of his skin to her touch. Fear shot through him. Would she want to
stop? Had he pushed too hard? His fear was short lived when she
pulled at the buttons, freeing his chest for her kisses.
    Tony groaned. A fire burned along the trail
of kisses she laid across his skin. He crumpled to the floor,
pulling her with him. Her legs were toned. That was different.
Pleasure rippled through him. She’d been working out. He pushed his
hands under her skirt, revealing the uncovered swell of her
bottom.
    “ You wore a
thong?”
    “ Don’t talk,” Marissa
directed as she pulled fiercely at Tony’s belt.
    Tony chuckled as he played with the thong’s
strap. The thin strip of material enticed and enflamed him, leaving
him wanting to posses her now. He had bought her a thong six months
ago. Had she worn it for him?
    Her fingers latched onto the key of his
zipper, sliding it down slowly so her hand rubbed against the bulge
at the front