“There’s no hurry, sweetheart.”
She reached for me again, and I swatted her hand away. She giggled and pushed me back on the bed, resting the upper half of her body on my torso.
I drew circles around her nipple with my fingertip. “Now you see, if we hurried, we would miss out on getting to know each other’s bodies.” I wrapped my arm around her waist and rolled until she was beneath me. “And I want to know every single inch of this body, Mila.”
“You really need to get that,” she murmured when the phone rang for the tenth time in thirty minutes.
“I could just turn it off,” I said between nibbles on the back of her knee.
“It could be an emergency.”
“It’s a five-minute ride from the main house here. If it were an emergency, someone would be banging on the door.” As if on cue, we heard the sound of someone pounding on a door near the front of the house.
“Dammit,” I mumbled, getting up and pulling on my jeans. “Do…not…move,” I said like I had earlier. “And if you have to move, do not put any clothes on.”
Mila smiled and rolled to her back. I took one more lingering look of the body I doubted I’d ever get enough of.
I’d brought myself back from the brink so many times, my cock ached, but it was worth it. When Mila was naked next to me, I wanted to savor every moment, never rush, never let her leave feeling anything but well sated…and loved.
Halfway down the hallway, I stopped and put my hand on the wall to brace myself. Love? Where in the hell had that come from? I couldn’t deny it, though. I wanted to love Mila Knight. Her body, her soul, her mind, everything about her.
Since whoever was pounding on my door seemed relentless, I took a deep breath and went to answer it.
“Sorry,” said Grinder, dropping his hand. “Edge needs to speak with you.”
“Why me specifically?”
“Because Adler Livingston is headed this way.”
“Jesus,” I mumbled, walking over to the kitchen counter to pick up my phone. As I waited for Edge to answer, I caught Grinder looking me up and down. “What?”
“Sorry, my friend, but no shirt, no shoes, trousers halfway open…appears you had a bloody good reason for ignoring your mobile.”
“Damn right, and don’t say that. You’re starting to sound like Rile.”
“What’s he saying?” said Edge, answering in the middle of my sentence.
“My friend. ‘Hello, my friend,’ doesn’t that just annoy the hell out of you?”
Both Edge and Grinder laughed.
“What do you want, Edge?”
Grinder leaned forward. “He’s pissed because you interrupted him and Mila.”
I elbowed him in the gut and turned my back. “Go ahead.”
“Livingston is headed south. At first, I thought he might attempt to get onto the ranch, but he’s turned off the main road. I’ve no idea where he’s going.”
“I have a guess. Call me back when he stops and send me the coordinates.”
“Where do you think he’s going?” Grinder asked when I ended the call.
“The house Mila and Sybil lived in with their parents before the divorce.”
Grinder raised his eyebrows.
I led him outside and closed the door behind us. “I want you to follow up on something else. I need to track down Marshall Livingston’s blood type. Also, have the medical examiner confirm that Sybil’s was B-negative. Then we’ll see if we can find out Judd’s.”