Low Sided by A.J. Downey (best detective novels of all time txt) 📕

I rolled, and he pulled the pillows out from beneath me and made sure they were behind my head, taking the moment away from his own climb toward release to care for me. God, his dark eyes boring into mine was so hot. He got between my thighs and reintroduced his body into mine and drove into me, hard, but not fast. His movements were deliberate, hands going to my hips where he kneeled up above me and watched me. I put on a bit of a show, caressing down my body, pinching my nipples as much for his gaze as for my own pleasure as he struck a steady rhythm.

“I want to watch you come for me,” he growled, and the pad of his thumb went to my clit, slicking through my wetness where his body met mine as he rode me.

I closed my eyes and gave myself over wholly to the sensations he wrought. Writhing for him like a candle flame on a lit wick, and I felt just as hot. His phoenix, rising from the ashes of my past. I burned for him, and I loved it.

“That’s it, baby,” he ground out from between gritted teeth. “That’s it, come for me.”

I bit my bottom lip and watched him, my pussy tightening up around him as he moved inside of me, stroking over that spot, right there, stoking the flames of my desire for him with every thrust, his thumb skimming over that sensitive bundle of nerves, adding fuel to the rising pyre inside me. I moaned on every breath I let out, the peel of them high and feral, something wild.

“Mace!” I cried and my body jerked, spasming, legs locking around his hips, as he collapsed over me, catching himself with his one arm as he tortured me so sweetly, a beautiful agony rippling through me from my oversensitive clit as my pussy convulsed around his cock, milking his own orgasm from him as he cried out, grunting, his thrusts losing their controlled rhythm as he bucked into me wildly.

I screamed a little as his touch against my clit became molten and he recognized the sound as less pleasure and more distress. My nervous system on complete overload as I shuddered and shook uncontrollably beneath him. He braced himself on his arms and lowered himself over me, resting his ear between my breasts, against my chest, listening to my thunderous heartbeat as the organ battered against my ribs, feeling like it was trying to batter its way out from the cage of my ribs.

“Oh, God,” he groaned, spent, shuddering himself as he pulled himself from me. I cried out and gasped at the joyous but unexpected sensation and basked in the glow of his love, melting into the bed beneath us as he settled carefully against me, holding me tight, and I believe, basked right back in the glow that emanated from me.

“I missed you,” I confessed, and he turned his head to press his lips over my fluttering heartbeat.

“I was always right here, baby. Always,” he said.

“I know, and I’m sorry,” I murmured.

“Don’t be,” he said. “I fucked up, I get it, believe me.”

I didn’t know what to say to that… like, you’re never really prepared for someone to own their mistakes. I mean, it so very rarely ever happened.

“Thank you,” I said finally.

“For what?” he asked, raising his ear from my chest, and propping his chin there, holding his weight off of me, careful not to make me uncomfortable with the point of his chin, or to crush me.

“For apologizing, for giving me the time and the space to sort myself out…” I trailed off. God, for everything. I mean, this man whose dark brown eyes I gazed into from mere inches away, who touched me so gently, so sweetly… he’d killed for me. Quite literally had ended my worst nightmare. Had become the thing my fears feared and my shield.

I caressed his short hair lightly and watched as he closed his eyes in pleasure when I lightly scratched my nails through it and over his scalp. He sighed in sheer, unadulterated, contentment and I felt my own heart give an echoing happy sigh. I smiled, I couldn’t help it, and he just laid there, eyes closed, face schooled into a mask of contented bliss. He was painfully handsome – so beautiful to me, so gorgeous in a rugged way.

That sleek alley cat with the notched ear and missing patches of fur, used to scrapping and claws sharp, but so sweet and practically purring in my lap.

“God, I love you,” I said and let my head fall back and my eyes close.

“I love you so much it hurts,” he responded, laying lips against my skin in a gentle kiss; right between my tits, over the plate that protected my cracked heart that I swore was mending right before my eyes thanks to his love.

We closed our eyes and drifted then. Sleep claiming us both, even though we were wrapped up in each other in a less than ideal sleeping position.

I don’t think either of us cared. We were happy to be whole again.

I woke, who knows how long later, sticky between my thighs, covered to my chest as I slept soundly but seriously lacking in Mace’s warmth.

I turned onto my side from my back to see him mere inches away, head propped on his hand as he watched me. I blinked, slightly dazed, and settled facing him, tucking my hands beneath the pillow, under my cheek.

“What are you doing?” I asked with a slight smile and laugh.

“Watching you,” he answered.

“Why?” I asked laughing. “That’s so weird!”

“It’s not weird,” he countered and reached out a hand, smoothing it in a caress just above my hip and down over its curve.

“It’s a little weird,” I said, biting my bottom lip to keep from smiling. He grinned slowly and shook his head, his expression clearly enamored as he looked at me.

All I had