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  She tugged his arms out of the cuffs of his shirt, and dropped it on the floor beside his jacket. She ran her hands over his Pecs, her fingers molding to the muscle like an artist’s hands to clay.

  “This is a great dress, but I like you wearing nothing,” Dakota said as he moved his hands over her shoulders and to her back, finding the zipper, “at all.” He lowered the zipper slowly, brushing his fingertips down the curve of her spine.

  She gasped, biting her lip as he slid his hands up her arms to her shoulders, gathering the fabric of her gown with his fingers. She pulled her arms out of the sleeves and dropped her dress to the floor.

  “God, you look amazing.” Dakota hooked her panties with his thumbs, and lowered them past her thighs, crouching as he moved, stroking her flesh with his fingers and making her quiver. Standing, he reached out, cupped her face in his palms, and pressed his mouth to hers in a soft kiss. He moved his over her body, one to her hip to pull her close, the other finding her wet, swollen clitoris with the pad of his finger.

  Unable to wait, she unbuckled his pants and shoved them down, taking his cock in her hand and stroking it from tip to root.

  “Oh, yeah.” He locked his hands on her hips, sat on the bed, and pulled her down with him.

  She palmed his chest and pushed him back, straddling his hips. “Not so fast.” Lily snatched his wrists and pinned him to the bed, her breasts just above his face. She lowered her torso, and gasped when he took her nipple into his mouth, biting and sucking.

  He broke away, and covered her breasts with his hands, his fingers hardening each nipple into tiny pear-like nubs.

  Lily reached down and took his cock into her hand. She ran her finger over the head, which was wet with pre-cum. Drawing her fingertips over the tip, she raised her hand to her lips and slid her fingers into her mouth, their gazes locking.

  He gasped and she leaned over and circled her tongue around the apex of his cock. She fisted him and slid his cock into her mouth, sliding the head against the roof of her mouth.

  Sucking hard, she pulled back, sliding her tongue around his cock. She bobbed her head up and down, up and down, taking him deep into her mouth, her throat, swallowing him until he was groaning like an animal and writhing beneath her. She showed no mercy.

  “I’m not ready to come—” Dakota took her by the arms and pulled her upward until she was once again straddling his waist. “I want to be inside you.”

  Lily parted her legs, and lowered herself until his cock was seated fully inside her. She stopped moving and let her eyes drift closed, savoring in the moment. Her body filled to capacity with him, surrounding him, his hands touching her, stroking her hips, her breasts, her thighs.

  Dakota locked his hands onto her hips. He ground her against him, pushing his cock into her and rolling her hips. He flipped her over, put her against the mattress and rammed his cock deep, moving faster when she moaned and call out his name.

  “Harder.” She cupped his fabulously tight ass with her palms. “Harder, please. Harder.”

  “Like that?” Dakota asked as he eased out of her slowly and rammed his cock into her, making her gasp in pleasure as he increased his speed and the depth of his thrust.

  Clawing at his back, she rammed her hips against his, faster and faster, matching his rhythm with her own.

  “I’m going to come.” Dakota pushed his cock into her, his elbows pressed into the mattress on either side of her head.

  Lily wrapped her arms around his back, nuzzling her head against his neck, and holding him tightly. She cried out as her body clenched in orgasm just as he came inside her, taking them both over the edge of the cliff and into a sea of pleasure. Her pussy milked his cock for every drop of cum, turning his body into a quivering mass of muscle and bone.

  She’d never had an orgasm so powerful. God help her, but she was still in love with this man. Hell, she supposed she’d never stopped loving him.

  Not even when she’d married another man.

  “It’s always been you,” she whispered when she caught her breath. She kissed him and smiled when he swiped at the tears running down her cheeks with his thumb.

  He kissed her cheek, her lips, her neck, “And it never stopped being you for me, either.”

  “Aren’t we a pair?”

  “As a matter of fact, we are.” he pulled out, turned onto his back and pulled her close.

  She curled up next to him, resting her hand on his chest, smiling. Her muscles were sore and achy, muscles she hadn’t used in…well, forever.

  “Bathroom,” Lily sat up in bed, still holding him.

  “I’m not letting you go.” Dakota ran his hand up and down her spine, his fingers tracing the arch of her back, the curve of her buttocks

  “I certainly hope not.” She smiled and kissed him quickly. “But, I’ll be right back.” She almost jumped out of bed, trying to be quick about her escape, but didn’t quite make it. She yelped when he smacked her ass, laughing as she moved to get out of his reach.

  “Just remember, I have a gun,” Dakota mumbled, his voice rough, as if he were on the edge of sleep. “And handcuffs.”

  “Oooh,” Lily said as she worked her way toward the bathroom light. “A big gun, at that,” she said with a laugh. “And I’ve got a few places for you to holster it.”

  “God, you’re bad. I love it.”

  She laughed as she worked her way through the room. She managed to find the bathroom sink, slid her hand up the wall and turned on the bathroom light. “Nice,” she said when she realized that his bathroom was split up into two sections, sink, towels, mirror, and a door leading into the commode and shower.

  She looked into the mirror and eyed her reflection.

  “Dear Lord.” She ran a hand through her mussed hair. She was a hot mess. Her makeup was smeared, and her hair looked like spent the night at an 80’s party.

  Thank God that whole big hair decade was before her time.

  She swiped her fingers beneath her eyes in an attempt to fix her smeared eyeliner, and turned one shoulder, cocking her hip so she could look at her ass in the mirror. Her bottom was red from where he’d smacked her ass, but she couldn’t help but smile. He’d had never liked it rough before and it was a huge turn on, because neither had she, until now.

  She slipped in to do her business, and after flushing, turned on the light and pushed back the shower curtain. It wasn’t until that moment that she saw the wall behind the door.

  “Jesus.” Lily backed up and almost ended up sitting on the toilet lid. Composing herself, she covered her mouth and stepped forward, reaching up and touching one of the photos that Dakota had taped to the bathroom wall.

  “Drink?” Dakota poked his head around the corner, looked through the open door, and winced when he saw what held her rapt attention. “Brought you a luxurious hotel robe.” He came into the bathroom and handed her the cotton robe. He forced a smile, running a hand through his hair. “Sorry about that. I forgot to take them down. I didn’t want the hotel maid running out and reporting me to the local PD.”

  She shoved her arms into the robe and tied the belt. She shook her head in disbelief. “Why are you doing this to yourself? I thought this was a vacation?”

  “I—” he shrugged his wide shoulders as if he didn’t know what to say. He looked from her face to the wall and sighed, his chest rising and falling with each breath. “Jesus, Lil. It isn’t that easy. This case, it—haunts me.”

  He reached up to remove the crime scene photos, but Lily grabbed his arm to stop him. She’d heard stories about cops who drove themselves over the edge of sanity with a case, living it, breathing it, losing their families over it, and sometimes ending their career.

  “Why’d you create a murder board in your hotel bathroom?” She turned her body toward his and took his hand. She lifted it to her mouth and brushed her lips over the back of his knuckles.

  “Christ.” He swiped a hand over his brow.

  She knew that he’d always hated to be unde
r scrutiny and it looked like hadn’t changed, FBI or no FBI. He cupped her chin, and their gazes locked.

  “I just can’t get this case out of my head. I can’t stop thinking about it, about these poor innocent souls.”

  “So you taped their crime scene photographs to the bathroom wall?” Her heart hurt for him, ached for him because she understood the all-consuming desire to close a case; the hunger. Not for glory, not for career advancement, but so that those who died too young could have justice.

  “I was soaking in the tub,” Dakota sounded defensive as he motioned at the oversized bathtub in the corner of the room. “Having a few beers and thinking about these two cases. Trying to link the murders. Though I don’t have the evidence to back it up. It’s circumstantial at best”

  She looked at the tub. She noted five empty beer bottles on the white tile floor, the last unopened bottle remaining in the ice bucket, the cubes having melted and leaving it in standing water. “That was a long soak,” she said, nodding at the empty beer bottles.

  “It’s a complex case.”

  “Well,” she began, her attention returned to the photographs. “He likes blonds. I mean, physically, the victims look similar.” Lily stared at the two young women in the photographs. She folded her arms over her breasts, and hugged herself tightly; a chill running through the length of her body. Even as a Minneapolis Homicide Detective, she’d never seen so much carnage.

  “They were dumped in remote areas of the desert, over a hundred miles apart.”

  “The locations are a perfect irony, don’t you think?” She pointed at each photograph. “The ground dry, the earth and sand cracked and brittle from lack of rain. Stark and ugly compared to the lively, innocent beauties left there to rot and dry out like mummified corpses.”

  “That’s true.” He nodded his head.

  “These locations are isolated. How were the bodies discovered?”

  “Hikers found Aston Marsh, and our second victim, Gabriella Stanton was located by teenagers out on the dunes.” Dakota reached up and took the photographs off the wall. He headed out of the bathroom and across the room to a writing desk in the corner.

  She followed, but sat on the edge of the bed. She took a long pull from the beer and tried to clear those images from her mind, which was nearly impossible. In her line of work, she saw things that would always be there, in the dark recesses of her subconscious, ready to return any moment in her nightmares.

  “The remains of each victim were clean, almost sterile. No semen, no body fluids, so no DNA. There’s no physical evidence to link their deaths, not even COD.”

  “What’s the cause of death in each instance?” Lily watched his face as he sat on the bed beside her. She waited for him to open his eyes, because he’d closed them for a second, as if having to gather his thoughts before he continued.

  She realized that this case was bothering him, that it was eating him up, and she wanted to help somehow.

  “Aston’s COD was exsanguination from exactly 100 stab wounds. Gabriella died from blunt force trauma to the head and torso—she was beaten to death. Both victims had been raped repeatedly, the bruising and tearing an indication that the rapes were premortem.”

  “But no DNA?”

  “Both bodies were literally washed clean, and our UNSUB must have used a condom.”

  “Or was unable to reach ejaculation,” she added. “So, we have two instances of major overkill, suggesting rage. No to mention, the absence of evidence on both bodies. That’s two points of evidence or lack of, which link the cases.”

  “If only you were my superior.” Dakota said, leaning forward and resting his knees on his elbows, his fingers interlocked.

  Lily stood, walked to the desk and reached into his briefcase. She picked up the photograph of a pixie-faced girl who looked like she’d just gotten rid of her braces. “Gabriella Stanton is a bottle blond, see her roots?”

  “Huh,” he said, looking at the photograph as if for the first time. She held it up between her fingers. “I do now.”

  “So, maybe something else is connecting them?” She returned the photograph and removed a manila folder.

  “They went to different universities,” he pointed out when she opened the file and began reading and flipping pages of information. “They had different friends, different professors, and their families were unfamiliar with each other. I haven’t found a link between the two young ladies or the two cases. Period.”

  “It’s there.” She closed the lid to his briefcase. “God, they were both so young.” Gabriella was the oldest at seventeen.” He stood, removed a beer from the mini-fridge, and sat down beside Lily on the bed. “Each victim is quite special, actually”

  “How so?”

  “They were both taking advanced college courses and had graduated from high school at least a year, or in Gabriella’s case, two years early.”

  “So, if these young ladies are so smart…how the hell does this guy abduct them?”

  “Both victims were still living at home with her parents. The UNSUB grabbed each victim, as well as their vehicles. We’ve also found the vehicles first, and then their bodies, in separate locations.”

  “So, does he kill them inside their own vehicles?”

  “I don’t think so,” Dakota said. “There has been blood found in both cars, but not enough to ascertain that the UNSUB murdered them inside their vehicles. Otherwise the vehicles themselves have been wiped clean. No hair, no prints, not even the victims’ prints. No, he takes them somewhere else. Keeps them till’ he’s done…”

  “How long?” Lily put the folder on the bed and turned to look at him. “How long does he keep them?”

  “Look,” he reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, “why don’t we order room service, get a little food, and a great desert.” “I don’t want this case to monopolize our time together.”

  ”Hate to point this out,” she said, “but it already is, and now it’s too late to take it back. So tell me how long he keeps them?”

  “He kept Aston a week.” He took her hand and interlaced his fingers with hers. “But he kept Gabriella alive for approximately fourteen days.”

  “What made Gabriella different?”

  “That’s the million dollar question, my love.” Dakota kissed her hand, but still held onto her as he swallowed the last of his beer. ”Gabriella had the higher IQ, the best grade point average, and the strongest work ethic because she held down two part-time jobs while attending school. She was a classic overachiever.”

  “They were both highly intelligent, yet Gabriella lasted a week longer.” Lily sighed. “I think I need another beer.”

  He stood, removed a bottle from the six-pack in the fridge, and handed one off to her. “Just how much beer did you buy?” she asked.

  “Hey, I’m on vacation.” He sat beside Lily and ran his hand over her back, using his finger to make tiny circles at the base of her spine.

  “Are you okay?” She leaned against him, rubbed her face on the smooth flesh of his shoulder.

  “I’m fine.”

  She could see the raw emotion that played over his face. He’d been tormented by this case, and she was worried about his psyche.

  She sat her beer on the table beside the bed and cupped his face with her palm, kissing him tenderly on the cheek. Her heart was filled with so much love and admiration for this man; feelings that had never dissipated.

  “Can you work this case from Minnesota?” She picked up the file and glanced through it. She found photographs of both victims’ family homes. They were so alike it was frightening. Large yards, heavy shrubbery, big treed lots. They bespoke of money with their three-car garages and marble pillars, and the playground equipment behind each house of family.

  “I’ll hand the case off to my partner. I’ll request a transfer to the Minneapolis Field office. They have a Major Crimes and Violent Crimes Division. Or, I could work as a consultant.”

  “You’re serious?” She
looked at him then, really looked at him, the firm jaw, the determined gaze, his strong, powerfully wide shoulders that looked like he could hold the weight of the world upon them, and her eyes filled with tears.

  He would have to make such an enormous sacrifice to be with her, and she’d refused to do the same for him ten years ago, despite the fact that she’d loved him. Who was the hypocrite here?

  “Maybe I didn’t make this clear enough, but I love you and I’m not losing you again.” Dakota turned to face her, pulled her into his arms and held her tightly. “It took ten years of wanting you, of thinking about all of the what if’s, and telling myself that I made the right decision then, when I knew then and now, that it had always been the wrong decision.”

  “I have some vacation time coming,” Lily managed. Tears rolled down her cheeks, but she didn’t try to fight them, not this time. “I can also take a leave of absence if the case takes too long to close.”

  “It took me two years to catch The Creeper in California.” Dakota wiped away her tears with the pads of his thumbs. Their gazes locked together, faces inches apart. “You can’t risk losing your job, your career…”

  “I won’t risk anything if you hire me as a consultant. I can take a leave of absence, and maybe if we’re working together we can catch this SOB and put him where he belongs.”

  “A consultant?”

  “Sure, standard fee and expenses apply, of course. I’m good, Dakota. I know monsters like him and I can help. I want to help.

  “You totally stole my thunder here,” Dakota said, looking at the case file and then pulling her against his body.

  Lily smiled and kissed him again, running her fingers up into his hair. “I’ll buy a one way ticket to the deserts of hell—”

  “Arizona,” he corrected.

  “Right, Arizona.” She popped to her feet and began to pace. “That way I can leave at any point that either of us decide it just isn’t working out.”

  “And if we don’t catch him before you risk losing your job?” Dakota stood and took Lily by the waist. He pulled her against his body, pressing his to the length of her.