Free The Innocent: FBI Psychics, Book 2 by Shiloh Walker Page A

and she could feel the dull ache of a headache, a vision that had hit her too hard, too fast. Not to mention the ominous weight of what was waiting for her. Behind the curtain , she thought, a shiver racing through her. It wasn’t ready for her to see yet, and even if she tried to push for more, it wouldn’t come out. Not until it was time.
    Yes, she should rest.
    Yes, they should talk.
    But as she ran her hands up the wall of his chest and hooked them behind his neck, she knew once they did, this was over. This wouldn’t happen.
    For once in her life, she wanted to feel. To know what it was like to have a man’s hands glide over her and experience nothing but the utter bliss of his touch, none of his emotions bleeding in, none of his thoughts, none of his doubts.
    She wanted to know what it was like to feel a body pressing against hers and to know she was wanted.
    Just once.
    Maybe this chance would never come up again, but at least she had the chance now. Morning would come and the truth would come out and she’d have to face it. She’d deal with it then.
    Rising onto her toes, she pressed her lips to his. “I can rest any time.” She could rest any other night other than now and she could be alone any other night other than now. “Right now, I just want to be with you.”
    His hands came around her waist, pulled her up against him and her eyes closed at the utter bliss of it.
    Even as her heart started to break.
    If that’s what you are, what you had to tell me…I…fuck, I’m glad that’s not why you’re here.
     
    Jay seemed to come alive under his hands and, if he hadn’t caught her hands, if he hadn’t slowed her down, he suspected she might have tried to pull him to her right there, with the counter against her hips and his jeans still around his ass.
    If he were smart, he’d just stop this.
    But for the first time in two months, there was something else in his head besides the grief and the ache and the misery. For one night, he could let that go, couldn’t he?
    Tomorrow was time enough to go back to tearing this town apart, searching for answers.
    Her fingers, cool as silk, closed around his cock and he groaned as she worked his jeans down with her free hand. “Slow down, darlin’,” he muttered, capturing her wrists and drawing them back. “Slow down.”
    “I don’t want slow.”
    He laughed hoarsely. “Slow isn’t going to happen. But we can do better than this.” He grimaced and looked around. The shower wasn’t a bad place, but fuck. “Damn it, I don’t know if I even have any condoms here.”
    “I…” Her eyes darted away. “Stupid to even discuss this, I know. Grown adults should be smarter and all, but I’m on the pill. Necessary. I’m clear on everything else. We get physicals in my line of work pretty often.” She shrugged casually as she said it, her eyes moving down to watch as her hands roamed down his pectorals.
    He shuddered as she scraped her nails over his nipples. “Yes. Grown adults should be smart. I don’t feel smart. It’s been close to three years since I was with anybody and I used a condom then—had a physical when I renewed my life insurance and we shouldn’t even be having this conversation.” He paused, stared into her vivid green eyes. “Are we going to be stupid?”
    “Damn straight.”
    She whimpered as he stroked his thumbs up to the V of her thighs. Through her jeans and panties, he could feel the heat of her and he wanted nothing more than to just strip her naked and fuck her, right there.
    Instead, he freed the button of her jeans, tugged them down, along with her panties. When she went to touch him, he had to catch her hands again because if she touched him again, now that she was naked, he was going to just forget anything and everything but being inside her.
    “Into the shower,” he said, pressing a kiss to her mouth, smiling as a long, slow shudder rocked her. She did that, a lot, like his touch was something that sent her very world