Turn Darkly by Heather McVea Read Free Book Online Page B

against Regan’s hand, prolonging the spasms. Lily collapsed forward, with her hands on either side of Regan’s head, and her breath coming in short bursts as a thin layer of sweat glistened along her body.
    Sitting up, Lily crouched over Regan’s knees as she ran her hands eagerly down the woman’s body. Regan shifted, and spread her legs so Lily could kneel between them. Lowering her head, Lily ran her tongue in small circles around Regan’s clit before entering her with one and then two fingers.
    Lily thrust her fingers in unison with her tongue. Regan cried out, Lily’s climax moments ago hastening her own. Spreading her legs to afford Lily more access, Regan lifted her hips up as she grabbed the back of Lily’s head, pushing her further into her as a second orgasm tore through her.
    Short electrical pulses shot through Regan. Her fingers tangled in Lily’s short locks, as she gently pulled the woman up. Finding her mouth, Regan kissed her deeply as they shifted, and Lily stretched out alongside Regan.
    Both women were breathing heavily as they lay on the floor. After several minutes, Lily, resting her head on her hand, looked down at Regan, and running her tongue over her lower lip, looked up at the bed. “Should we give the bed a go?”
    Regan grinned, her mind still in a post-coital haze. “Absolutely.”
***
    Regan bounded up the steps to her apartment. Her afternoon with Lily had left her feeling alive, excited, and hopeful.
    “Regan.” Trent’s deep baritone voice startled the woman as she flipped the lights on in the small room.
    “Trent? What the hell?!” Regan instinctively took a step back. Trent was on the edge of her bed with his legs crossed.
    “Sorry about the intrusion -”
    “It’s called breaking and entering.” Regan managed to sound more confident than she felt. Coming home to find a man in her room, specifically one she didn’t like, was not how she had imagined her otherwise perfect day ending.
    “I own the building, so technically -” The man stood up. “Well, it doesn’t matter.” He bent over and casually straightened the quilt on Regan’s bed.
    “What can I do for you, Trent?” Regan stayed close to the open door.
    Turning to face the woman, the tall man smiled warmly. “It occurred to me that you’ve been in town nearly a month, and short of a few offhanded exchanges, we’ve never really talked.”
    Regan’s eyes narrowed. She didn’t know what he was getting at, but his forced friendliness was making her uncomfortable. “Why don’t we have a coffee tomorrow morning, and - get to know each other.” She wanted desperately to get him out of her room.
    Tisking, the man walked toward Regan. “I’ve offended you.”
    “You startled me.” Regan asserted.
    Shaking his head, Trent stepped into Regan’s personal space, the scent of licorice and whiskey wafting over her. “And what has my sister done to you?”
    A rush of blood to Regan’s face caused the room to suddenly feel hot, and nearly stifling. “Ask her.” She had no interest in getting into the middle of a family feud, no matter how much she liked Lily.
    The casual smile on Trent’s face vanished, and his light blue eyes went flat. “I’m asking you.”
    Regan stepped to the side, gesturing toward the open door. “I think you should leave.” Her heart thudded in her ears, and she felt the muscles in her back and legs tighten, ready to run if the man refused to leave.
    After several excruciating seconds, Trent’s shoulders relaxed, and he clapped his hands together. “It was nice visiting with you, and I look forward to having that coffee.”
    He walked passed Regan, intentionally brushing his shoulder against hers. Then he was gone, and Regan barely managed to lock the door and make it to her bed before her legs gave out. Jesus. He’s a psycho.
    She wasn’t sure what to do. Clearly the man had access to the room, a thought that made her stomach sour with dread. She needed to tell Lily. Based on