Eve Snow Psychic PI: The Case of the Secret Admirer 1 by Sandra Ross Page B

stiff little rosebud of pleasure. It amazed her still that he had to do so little to get her to the point of no return. But she relished it and welcomed it.
    Giving herself over to this newfound freedom of pleasure, Eve felt her spasms beginning. Throwing herself into motion, she moved rapidly back and forth over Hunter’s cock. Moving just as quickly, Hunter replaced his cock with his fingers and deftly slid himself inside of her most intimate of places. Pushing into her, he felt her muscles contracting over his rod of steel. As she cried out in ecstasy, he gave into his own orgasm, exploding deep within her while uttering a guttural growl.
    “Mmmm,” Eve purred as she settled herself against his chest. “Hunter Vale, the things you do to me.”
    Leaning his head down to kiss the back of her neck, Hunter laughed softly.
    “Evie, my love, I haven’t even begun doing things to you,” he promised.
    “God, you just might kill me, you know.”
    “Never. My only intent is to make you weak with pleasure.”
    “Well, I think it’s safe to say that you’re doing an excellent job of that,” Evie giggled.
    Glancing up at the clock on her nightstand, she saw that they still had a few minutes before they absolutely had to get up. Smiling contentedly, she closed her eyes again and just reveled in the warmth of Hunter’s arms as they held her close to his body. She could feel his heart beating against her back. This new part of her life was something she was still adjusting to but she had to admit to loving every second of it.
    “Hunter.”
    “Yes, sweetheart.”
    “I love you.”
    “And I love you.”
    They both dozed off a little after that until the alarm sounded on Eve’s clock radio. Reaching over blindly to hit the off button, Eve rolled over onto her back and spent a little time simply waking up. She wasn’t exactly a morning person and never really had been. So it was safe to say that she wouldn’t be bounding out of the bed all bright eyed and bushy tailed.
    “It’s that time, huh?” asked Hunter sleepily.
    “Yep, that it is,” Eve replied. “I’m headed to the shower. Would you like to join me?”
    “When I have ever turned down that particular invitation?” Hunter laughed.
    Eve sat up, swinging her gorgeous toned legs over the side of the bed. Her long dark hair was tangled seductively around her face and she looked mischievously at Hunter from the side of her sexy whisky-colored eyes.
    “Wanna race?” she challenged.
    Hunter was up on his feet and flying toward the bathroom at an unbelievable speed almost before Eve had finished her sentence. She tore off after him. Ducking under his arm at the bathroom entrance, she managed to push him out of the way and win the race once more.
    “You never play fair!” Hunter complained.
    “Sure I do,” Eve countered. “It’s just that you keep treating me like some fragile creature that will break if you aren’t careful. I keep telling you that I’m very good at taking care of myself. Apparently, you’re either not listening or you just don’t believe me. And that’s how I keep winning.”
    “Yeah, yeah,” Hunter said. “Are we going to take a shower or not?”
    Eve laughed.
    “We are as soon as you turn the water on,” she teased.
    The warm spray cascaded over the two of them as they took turns washing each other’s bodies. This was something that they had found they both enjoyed. It allowed them to have a reason to touch, as if they needed an excuse for that. But there was just something so sensuous about performing such an intimate act as washing each other that it had almost become a sacred ritual between them.
    Since Eve and Hunter had reconnected a couple of months ago, they had been nearly inseparable. In fact, Hunter was now completing the steps to become a licensed private investigator so that he could be partner at Eve’s PI agency. The kidnapping of his niece had changed both of their lives drastically in bringing Hunter a total