Better Off Dead in Deadwood by Ann Charles

Author:Ann Charles [Charles, Ann]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: The Deadwood Mystery Series
Publisher: Corvallis Press
Published: 2013-03-04T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

“Stop right there,” I told Doc as he bore down on me, took the skirt out of my hands, and tossed it on the bed. “I have to get to work.”

“You were wrong,” he said.

“About what?” I asked, shielding myself behind my blouse.

“My thoughts, the book, several things.” He tugged my shirt away from me and sent it after my skirt.

“You don’t think Prudence was talking about the demon book?”

“I have no idea.” He grabbed my arm and pulled me toward the bed. “I stopped thinking about that damned ghost when you dropped your skirt.”

Before I could catch my balance, he swung me around and kissed me, bending me backwards, his hands everywhere at once. By the time his mouth left mine, my robe was untied and gaping. His thumbs hitchhiked south along my spine, tickling the tender indents of my lower back.

“Doc,” I said, trying to regain my breath, my balance, my senses. “I have to get to work.”

“You just stripped in front of me.” His lips brushed over mine again, this time tender, seducing me into seeking more. “And then you took a shower. That’s fantasy material, Boots. You’re not going anywhere until we finish this.”

I clung to him, a bit bamboozled, yet still aware that the sight of my full frontal nudity in the bright afternoon light along with my lack of makeup might turn Doc into a pillar of salt. “I wasn’t trying to be sexy.”

“You don’t have to try, Violet.” He slid his palms down over my hips, cupping, hauling me closer. “Not for me.”

His scent mixed with a whiff of his cologne teased my senses, luring me, making me want to touch, to taste his skin.

Oh, hell, Jerry could wait. I framed Doc’s face with my hands and brought his mouth back to mine, tugging on his full lower lip with my teeth, teasing with flicks of my tongue, not quite committing.

“Kiss me, woman.” His voice had a thick rasp to it.

I obeyed, taking my sweet time, savoring how his mouth alone could make me tingle in some spots and flutter in others.

Trailing my fingers down his shirt, I stopped at his belt, scraping over his stomach through his shirt. “Doc?”

“What?” He tipped my chin up, his mouth burning a trail down my neck.

“Prudence told me that zombies threw Jane in the pit, and that something usually takes the bodies, but it didn’t this time.”

“Is there some reason you’re telling me this right now?” he asked against my skin.

“Yeah, because once your pants come off, I tend to get distracted.”

I moved my hand lower, teasing, not quite making contact … yet.

Pressed against him, I felt his groan rumble up from deep in his chest. “Touch me, Violet,” he said softly as his tongue traced my ear.

Touching seemed too tame, so I grabbed him through his pants and then squeezed, rubbing at the same time.

“Is this what you meant, Doc? Or would you like it more if I used my nails on you?” I scraped up his khakis, then pressed back down with the heel of my palm.

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