Chapter Thirteen #2
The part that would incriminate her brother.
“This could be Jennifer’s way of getting Shane out of the picture,” Judson commented. “If he’s locked away for his mother’s murder, then he won’t be able to inherit any of her estate.”
He’d give that plenty more thought later, but for now he shifted his attention to the new text he’d gotten from Rory. Judson cursed after reading it. He had hoped this would be good news that could ultimately lead to an arrest.
“Rory got the results of the GSR tests,” he explained. “Jennifer, Elijah and Shane all tested negative.”
“And Trevor?” she asked.
Judson shook his head. “He didn’t show up at the station. Grace is having him tracked down.”
Blowing out a long breath, she sank down in the chair next to him. “You think he could be on the run?”
“Yes, if he’s guilty,” Judson replied.
That was a big if, though, because as far as Judson was concerned, it could be Jennifer, Shane or Elijah who was behind this. Hell, Elijah and Jennifer could be working together.
He saw the frustration and worry roll over Addie’s face. She groaned, squeezing her eyes shut a moment. “I just need this to end,” she muttered. “It eats away at me to think the babies are in danger.”
Yeah, Judson was right there with her on that. They weren’t his children, but, damn it, he loved them and he wanted them safe. Right now, it didn’t feel they were close to making that happen.
When he saw Addie blinking back tears, he leaned over and put his arms around her. She didn’t pull back. In fact, she moved out of her chair and onto his lap, pulling him into a hug as well. This felt right.
And wrong.
Addie was on an emotional edge. They both were. They certainly didn’t have clear heads. But he didn’t pull back, either, when Addie lowered her head and put her mouth on his.
Nope.
He just stayed put and let the heat do its thing. That soft kiss definitely packed a punch. Then again, just about everything Addie did had had a similar effect on him since they were teenagers.
“I know the timing is bad,” she muttered with her mouth still against his. “But please, just go with it. Give us these minutes.”
There’d been no need for her to add that please. No need for her to even justify what they were doing. Judson had been hot and ready from the moment this had started. And despite the timing, despite whether it was right or wrong, he was going to finish it.
He snapped her to him, letting the heat dictate the intensity of the kiss. And it was intense, all right. Scalding hot. Deep. French. It was also filled with plenty of that need that was building by the second.
She tasted good, like all the things he’d ever wanted in his life. Like Addie. A taste that worked with the kiss and the body-to-body contact to amp up the inferno that was driving them both to find some release.
Judson wanted to slow things down. Wanted to take the time just to savor her. But that didn’t happen. The kiss got even hotter. Even deeper. And Addie turned, moving until she was straddling him.
That shot the need straight through the roof.
Judson ditched the notion of slowing down, especially when Addie pressed her center to his. Especially when the kiss didn’t stop. Especially when that need took on a raw urgency that made his body push toward getting her naked.
He didn’t move her away from him, but Judson reached between them and somehow managed to locate the bottom of her shirt.
Hard to do since she was in the process of trying to do the same to him.
Still, he succeeded, stripping off the tee and the sports bra beneath, and with her breasts bare, he levered her up so he could take her nipple into his mouth.
She moaned, her voice silky and low, and she threw back her head, letting him taste her. Giving them both this moment while the hot storm continued to build and build.
Apparently, the building became too much for her, because she cursed him and went after his shirt again. Since she was clearly on a mission to remove their clothes, Judson decided to help with that.
It wasn’t easy to shuck him out of his holster and shirt, but once his torso was bare, Addie returned the kissing favor by putting her mouth and tongue on his chest.
Judson heard himself groan. Felt the new surge of heat and need. Felt the urgency go up even more. He had to have her, and it had to be now.
He got up from the chair, sliding his hands around her bottom to hold her in place while he carried her to the bed. Because she wrapped her arms and legs around him, they both landed on the mattress together.
And the kissing started all over again.
There was a frantic edge to it now. Hell, there was an edge to everything with the need heightened. With their bodies both pushing hard for release.
Judson peeled off her sweatpants. Then her panties.
He couldn’t resist dropping some kisses on her stomach.
And lower. He got to hear Addie make another of those long moans, but she definitely didn’t let him finish her off with his mouth.
She clearly had a plan for the finishing, and that was for him to be inside her.
“Please tell me you have a condom,” she said through gusts of her breath. She went after the zipper of his jeans.
“I do,” he let her know. It was in his wallet, but it wasn’t easy to get at it with Addie clearly on a mission to finish undressing him.
All the touching and wrestling around continued to hike up the need so by the time Judson located the condom, he was beyond ready. His jeans were suddenly the enemy, and he fought along with Addie to get them off. She didn’t waste a second ridding him of his boxers as well.
“Now,” she demanded.
He was right there with her, and the moment Judson managed to get the condom on, he rolled on top of her.
And into her.
The pleasure shot through him. Every inch of him. So hot, so strong that it robbed him of his breath. He didn’t care. At the moment he didn’t seem to need breath. He only needed Addie.
He pushed hard and deep into her as she lifted her hips, finding a primal rhythm that would help them find that release. Again, Judson tried to slow things down. Tried to hang on to each second of this. He managed it despite all the tight heat of her body that was trying to coax him into surrender.
Judson held on, kissing Addie again. Sliding his hand between them and touching her again. Building the need again and again. Until he felt the climax ripple through her. Until he saw the pleasure of release on her face.
It was perfect.
The right moment with the right woman.
With his body begging for its own release, Judson gave her one last kiss. And let himself go.