Page 81 of Necessary Evil
He turned her face and kissed her lips long and slow. The whiskey tasted better on her tongue than on his. The whiskey was soon forgotten as their kisses became more heated.
“Wait,” she said. “I want to know what’s in the box with the Italian bakery logo on it.”
“Please tell me you like cannolis.”
“Love them!”
“Can I get another kiss?”
“Italian pastries first,” she said, prying open the box. “We’ve got all night to play around. And after my nap, I’ll be more than ready for you.”
“Just what I wanted to hear.” Watching her take out the cannolis and put them on a plate was a delight, and he nearly threw her down over the table when she took a bite out of one.
“Mmm,” she said, rolling her eyes back in pleasure. Lucy licked her lips, but there was still some powdered sugar on them.
“Are you sure you’re all right with what happened today?” he asked, closing the distance between them.
After swallowing another bite, she asked, “Which part?” She offered him some of the cannoli, and he took a bite. The fresh cream was sweet on his tongue, but not as sweet as Lucy.
“All of it.” He ran his hand over her ass and leaned in to lick a few stray specks of sugar off the swell of her breast.
“I’m getting used to the violence,” she admitted, and snuggled in closer to him, rubbing her body against his. She finished the cannoli as he nibbled on her neck. They swayed together in her kitchen like that, enjoying the feel of each other’s bodies.
He gripped both her ass cheeks in his hands and squeezed. “I’m a violent man,” he said.
“You all are pretty violent,” she said tartly.
“Says the woman who hit the Green Beret with a chair.” Evil bit her neck, sucking the flesh into his mouth.
Gasping, Lucy went up on her toes. “Don’t you dare leave a mark. I have to meet with Travis in the morning.”
He growled and rubbed his beard over the sensitive part of her throat. “Why?”
“He’s going to show me the murder cases that he thinks were done by vigilantes.”
Fucking Boy Scout.
Still, Evil was certain that they’d covered their tracks. Anything IA had was all conjecture. It actually worked in his favor that Munson would be showing her the files. Evil would be able to ask her what they knew and then the SOBs could plan around it.
“The SOBs aren’t involved in anything illegal, right?” Her voice was wary underneath the breathlessness.
Evil nibbled up to her ear and whispered in it. “If he touches you, I’m going to kill him.” Pushing aside the robe, he cupped her breast in his hand and thumbed her perky nipple. “How’s that for illegal?”
“Evan, don’t even talk like that.” Pulling his head toward her mouth, she kissed him as she rubbed his cock through his jeans.
“You taste like cannolis,” he said, and lifted her up on the counter.
“What are you…? Oh.” Lucy’s head tilted back as he spread her knees wide and stepped between them.
Reaching around to the knife block, he pulled out a sharp steak knife.
“What the hell are you going to do with that?” she cried out. She tried to slam her legs closed, but his body was in the way.
“Stay still,” he said. “I don’t want to cut you.” He skimmed the flat side of the blade up her leg and with a quick sawing motion cut through the strap of the thong.
“Evan,” she said, her breaths coming in soft, quick pants.
He eased the robe off her shoulders. Pushing aside the fabric over her breast, he took her nipple into his mouth and strummed his tongue over the taut peak. He cut off the other strap holding the thong to her body, then tossed the knife into the sink.