Fatal Jealousy (Black Widow Book 1) by Christina Ow Read Free Book Online Page B

to stick to the forces I know exist.”
    “Aahh, Ellie....” Kris whispered.
    “Hmm?” she answered unconsciously as she stared at the blank canvas for an answer.
    “What are you doing?”
    Ellie jumped at his voice and turned around. It was the last thing she’d expected, “Dale what are you doing here?”
    He stood straight, in a menacing stern pose in front of her; it made her uneasy. “Did you really expect I’d do nothing after you walked out on me?”
    Ellie curbed the urge to retreat from his hard deportment. At the moment, he wasn’t the fun, arrogant and sexy Dale, he was a hard, no-nonsense, sexy FBI Agent Carson. Arousing, but scary.
    “I’ll leave you two alone.” Kris rushed away to her room, closing the door securely behind her and abandoning Ellie.
    “Dale I just don’t want to date you. What about that don’t you understand?” Ellie retreated to her room hoping to lock the door behind her, but Dale pushed the door open, closing it behind him.
    “Why?”
    Ellie crossed her arms over her chest and stayed quiet.
    “In my line of work, people always have a reason for committing the crimes they do. As sick, demented and even petty as they may be, there is still a reason. So what’s your reason?”
    “I’m not one of your psychopaths you can profile Dale,” she moved to the door to escape, but he blocked it, “Dale!”
    Her words were caught out of her mouth by a surprise kiss. It was deep, desperate and sweet, and felt so sincere and naked that it took all she had, with much regret, to pull away. “Dale, please don’t...” He kissed her again, cutting her off, and this time he didn’t give her any room to breathe, let alone speak.
    She liked the feel of his lips on hers, then her cheek and her throat. It was soft, light and teasing, like getting tickled by a feather. When he grazed the back of her neck with his fingertips, she sighed, and once he bit down softly in the nape of her neck her sighs turned into moans. She loved it when he touched her. He lifted her heavy hair up to undo the knot of her halter top. He traced his fingers down her spine, pulling the top down slowly, and finally settling on her waist.
    “I love your waist, it fits in my hands like it’s meant to be there,” he shifted, pulling at her bottom lip with his teeth. “And this part right here,” he placed his finger into the hollow curve at the small of her back and drew it up and down slow and lightly, “It’s perfect to kiss, just like this part,” he pulled her in, trapping her lips with his.
    It didn’t take much coaxing for her to start swaying to his tune. She unbuttoned his shirt as she planted kisses on his smooth chest. She traveled her hands lightly on his skin as she felt his arms and broad shoulders, his muscles tightening at her touch as she settled them on his back. She wanted to feel his skin against hers. Just one time. She was breaking a number of her rules, but this was different, it was necessary. It was the only time she would be with him.
    “You are never going to be rid of me Ellie, never.” He had whispered on her lips before he took them as his again.
    She didn’t respond. She didn’t want to. All she wanted was to savour the moment, his touch, his kiss.... She was going to etch the memory of that night in her mind.
    Remember the night, forget the man.
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    Carson woke up alone in Ellie’s bed, the memory of the previous night still fresh in his mind like a video stuck on a loop. It was wonderful, different and fulfilling, unlike sex. Probably why they called it making love , he thought to himself. He wrapped her bedspread around his waist and went out of the room to look for her.
    Walking into the living room, “Babe, where are you?”
    “She’s gone,” Kris spoke from behind him.
    “Gone where?”
    “She got offered a job to teach a summer art course in New York.”
    That pissed him off, “Where exactly in New York?”
    “I’m sorry I can’t tell you,” Kris felt