57. Sweet Dirty Things
57
SWEET DIRTY THINGS
Ruby
The second the hotel room door snicked shut, I backed up to the wall and yanked Jake against me. All the softness of our reunion vanished in this greedy kiss. Twenty-four hours without him was too much. I’d missed him. I’d missed this too—this connection I’d only ever felt with him.
Frenzied, desperate, and hungry.
This was the way it should be. The best lovers might hurt each other, but they’d find ways to move past it…together.
I was so glad he’d come back to me because I wanted the chance to explore all we could have. I’d been wary from the start, reluctant to give my heart. Jake wasn’t perfect, but I wasn’t either. What he was, though, was real, true, and committed. He was trustworthy. He was protective. He fought for what was right.
And he showed up for me.
“Show me,” he said as he pushed up the skirt of my sundress and tugged down my bikini bottoms. “Show me how much you’ve missed me,” he rasped in my ear, his fingers sliding between my legs.
I gasped, crying out from his fevered touch, savoring it. I indulged in his wicked fingers for a few delicious minutes.
Then, I couldn’t wait.
In a mad rush, I unzipped his shorts, he produced a condom, and then he was sliding into me.
Yes.
This.
I needed this. I needed him.
He was deep inside me and pleasure sparked wildly all through my body. I looped my arms around his neck, and he took me like that, against the wall, delivering the best makeup sex ever. Soon, I was digging my nails into his back, biting down on his shoulder, and riding to the other side of bliss with him.
The man I loved.
The man who’d come back for me.
* * *
A few minutes later, we sat on the bed, looking ahead, planning when we’d see each other. Life was good. So damn good.
I might not have accomplished all that I’d come to Flamingo Key for. I hated that I hadn’t found a way to help my mom. Maybe slowly, little by little, I could use some of the revenue my business was gaining to assist her with her new shop.
Since my business had improved.
But I’d gained something else too. I’d learned business was better when I had someone I loved and trusted by my side. I rested my head on his shoulder, ran my finger across the bright, shining gem on my necklace.
A symbol of his love.
I loved that it was my birthstone. I loved that the gift was integrated with my mother’s jewelry. I loved that he’d remembered which chocolate I liked?—
Realization hit me like an anvil dropped from a ten-story building. All at once, I knew the answer. I knew how to crack the case.
“Jake,” I whispered, afraid to speak too loud and chase this brilliant, crazy idea away.
“Yes?”
“I know where the diamonds are.”