Secrets and Lies (Crimson Romance) by Shay Lacy Read Free Book Online

almost made love to the teenaged Juliana. He
had
made love to the woman. She wasn’t a psychic.
    But there were several newspaper articles where she’d worked with the Miami PD to recover stolen goods. She’d led the cops to a valuable painting, a diamond necklace, and a yacht. She told the interviewer she noticed her ability after the car accident that injured her and killed her mother, that sometimes head injuries precipitated psychic abilities in a person. Hers was named
psychometry
.
    Charlie’s breath sighed out of him. She’d been quieter after the accident, different. He’d thought it was grief. He hadn’t known what to say to her. And then she’d offered him his heart’s desire.
    Last night he’d labeled that difference ethereal. But he’d bet it was because she was psychic. He looked up psychometry and found out these psychics could hold an object to learn more about it or a person connected to it. He clicked back to the article about her. He touched her photo. He’d thought her pretty as a teenager. He found her beautiful now.
    And she was exactly what he needed. In more ways than one. He tried to crush thoughts of sating himself in her body. He didn’t need more heartache knowing he couldn’t keep her. Now that he knew she was even more special, he knew he wasn’t enough for her. But his lower body had a mind of its own, and his hard-on throbbed with his thoughts of getting laid.
    Dammit. There was a phone number for her in the article. Charlie wrote it down. Then he collected his printed sheets and exited the building to make a call.
    Juliana being psychic was like fate. But fate would have to wait. Charlie got her voice mail and left a message. Then he drove to his hotel to wash the fading scent of sex off him. He couldn’t help hoping to renew the scent once more.
    His cell phone was ringing when he stepped out of the shower. He snatched it and a towel. “Hollywood Investigations.”
    “Charlie?”
    The sound of his name in her husky voice gave him an immediate hard-on. “Yeah.”
    “You need my help finding the object you’re looking for?”
    “Yeah. I didn’t know you could do that. I found articles about you when I was researching my case today.”
    “Why don’t you come over and we can talk about it.”
    His horny self read all kinds of things into her statement. “Sure. I can be there in twenty minutes.”
    “Do you have something related to it or a photo of the item?”
    “I’ve got a photo.”
    “Bring it and I’ll see what I can do.”
    “I’m coming.” God, he hoped that was prophetic.
    • • •
    Juliana wiped her palms on her skirt before she opened the front door. Once again Charlie’s sexy looks took her breath away. She hadn’t thought she’d see him again, yet here he was. His midnight blue striped shirt deepened the cerulean of his eyes. He wore dark slacks and dress shoes. He’d shaved, so now the intriguing dimple in his chin showed, but she missed the disreputable stubble. His dark hair curled with the same unruly waves she remembered from childhood. He looked hot.
    “Hi.” She felt achy all over. Had it only been a few hours ago that he was riding her and she was begging him to make her come? Moisture pooled between her legs.
    “Hi.” A sexy little smile tugged at one side of his mouth, and his eyes gleamed.
    She remembered his mouth on hers and on other parts of her body. She licked her lips. His gaze zeroed in on the movement. God, she didn’t know how she was supposed to conduct business with the man who’d given her the greatest pleasure ever.
    “Can I come in?” he asked, his voice smoky.
    Oh, God, yes. Had she said that aloud? Her body begged to be stripped, mounted, pleasured, and satisfied. Again and again.
    Charlie moved forward. She thought he meant to fulfill her hopefully unvoiced desires. But he shepherded her from the doorway and closed the door behind him.
    They were alone in private, both consenting adults.
Get a grip, girl.
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