Home Is Where the Heart Is by Abigail Hart Read Free Book Online

in its wake. Kyra found her naughty thoughts exhilarating. She might be a virgin, but she wasn’t a complete prude. With the internet at her fingertips, she had learned plenty about sex and how to pleasure herself… and she wasn’t a stranger to getting herself off. She was still a woman after all, and had needs. She found release in her own way.
    Looking up, she noticed Dylan gazing at her from across the room. A scarlet heat filled her pale cheeks, threatening to expose her thoughts. Thank goodness he didn’t know what she was thinking about. Or did he? The way his tongue darted across his lips made her wonder if he could read her mind, see through to her fantasies.
    Dylan couldn’t keep his eyes off of Kyra. Every time he looked at her, she was already looking at him, a rosy red hue coloring her cheeks. He wondered what it would be like to kiss her, to hold her in his arms. He wanted to feel the warmth of her pale skin against his, her long lean legs wrapped around his hips. Just now, Kyra was bathed in sunlight from the window, and she looked like a goddess.
    The little yellow sundress she was wearing hugged her small breasts. He imagined his hands grazing her taut little nipples, pinching them between his thumb and forefinger until they pebbled beneath his touch. Damn, how he wanted her. He felt his manhood begin to harden at the thought. Shaking the image from his mind, he returned to the stacks of files covering Mr. Michaels’ desk.
    If only he could find some shred of a clue as to who had killed Kyra’s dad, then he might stand a chance with her. The only thing that stood out to him in the files her dad had recently been working on was the arresting officers. He knew them, and they weren’t good guys. He knew that for sure from experience. If they were involved, this case could become very difficult. He would pull out all the stops to win Kyra’s heart, and helping her find out what happened to her dad was a damn good start. He couldn’t get over how much she had changed. She was so different now compared to the girl he remembered. Looking at her now, he couldn’t understand how he had made himself stay away from her and why he let age even factor in.
    Liz broke the silence several hours later. “Hey, guys, it’s almost lunch time. You’ve been at it a while now. Want to grab a bite to eat at the diner?”
    Kyra and Dylan stared at each other with longing, each wanting more than lunch, but not willing to act on it. Neither was willing to speak of the emotions coursing through them.
    “Sure,” Kyra said.
    Dylan shook his head. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Michaels, but I need to get back to the office. Maybe another time.” His cell phone rang and he fished it out of his pocket, seeing Jake’s name on the screen. “Hey, Jake, what’s up?”
    “Hey, boss. The police report is finally in. To be honest, I’m not sure what to make of it. I emailed a copy to you. You should have it now.”
    “Okay, hold on and let me take a look at it.” He pulled up his email account and skimmed over the report. Nothing had changed at the precinct since he’d left. Still plenty of shoddy detective work and half-assed reports. “I’m on my way. I should be there in ten minutes.” He looked at Kyra. “We might have a lead, but it’s too soon to tell. I’ll check in with you later.”
    “Okay.”
    Dylan headed out to his pristine beast of a motorcycle, pulled the black half helmet from the seat and strapped it to his head. As far as motorcycles go, Dylan’s was hot as hell. The black paint job shimmered, the chrome catching every ray of sunshine. The bike looked just as powerful as the man riding it. Kyra didn’t know anything about motorcycles, but she could imagine herself hopping on the back of Dylan’s and taking a long ride with him. She shivered at the thought of her arms wrapped around his muscular center. Nothing would thrill her more than an afternoon alone with him, thundering down the road. She watched him