Haynes, K. R. - The Light in Her Eyes [In Her Eyes] (Siren Publishing Classic) by K. R. Haynes Page A

one o’clock in the morning, too restless and way too wired to sleep. He wanted his woman. He wanted to hear her voice and know that she was all right.
    There was still no word on who was behind the multiple threats Chloe had received over the past couple of months. The letter and the dead rose found at her house were still down at the lab awaiting results. Being that the lab was banked up with other cases with higher priority than Chloe’s case, her evidence had been put on the backburner. This displeased Randall when he got wind of it. He wanted results, he wanted the bastard caught, and he wanted the threats to her to end.
    So with her safety and protection in mind, Randall had broached the subject of their living arrangements with Chloe before reporting in for his five day stay at the station. The discussion ended with her calling him a caveman for demanding that she stay at his place when he was on call. Hell, to be honest, Randall wanted his woman at his house permanently. If that made him a caveman in her eyes, so be it.
    Chloe, however, had other ideas and refused to yield on the matter. Her actual words were something like, “I’m not about to let some sick fuck run me out of my own home, Jon.”
    He laughed at her words now, remembering how worked up she had gotten, refusing to listen to reason. He had tried to reason with her many a time. Hell, her ass still probably throbbed from the spanking he had given her for not thinking reasonably enough by putting her own safety first and foremost every single time.
    In the end it didn’t matter. Somehow Chloe managed to get her own way. How? Randall still didn’t know. So right now instead of being shacked up at his house safe and sound, and very naked, Chloe was tucked up in her own bed in her own damn house, alone.
    Unclipping the phone from his belt, Randall stepped into an empty office and closed the door behind him. Pressing speed dial, he called the one person he needed to speak to. The only voice he ached to hear. Her grumpy “what” made him grin like a moron.
    “Now is that the proper way to answer your phone, little girl?”
    “We’re not in the bedroom—let me rephrase that—you’re not in my bedroom, Jon, so that’s the best damn hello you’re going to get.”
    God, he loved teasing Chloe, loved bring out that sassy, fiery spirit of hers. Hearing the rustling of bedsheets as she moved around had him wondering if she was utterly naked under those sheets, caressing her body. His night was looking up if she indeed happened to be nude.
    “Precious, are you sleeping nude as instructed?”
    “Yes,” she whispered sleepily to him.
    “Tell me, are the sheets rubbing against your bare breasts, making your nipples so hard that you ache to feel my cock deep inside that hot little pussy of yours, little girl?”
    “Y–yes…”
    “Are you wet for me, precious?”
    Her whispered “yes” was more of a sigh this time around. Time to turn up the temperature, make her so hot she would wish he was there to douse the fire inside of her.
    “How wet are you, little girl? Tell me.”
    “What?” Chloe stumbled out to him.
    “Take your hand and slide it down your stomach, making sure you caress those beautiful, full tits of yours. Keep on going till you reach your pussy.”
    “Jon!”
    “Do it, little girl. Do it for me now.”
    “Fine, only this one time. Don’t go getting any crazy ideas about waking me up every goddamn night just so you can ask me how ready I am for you.” She huffed at him.
    Smirking at her words, he waited for her to do as instructed, his ear straining to hear her movements. Hearing her muffled moans down the phone line, Randall knew straight away Chloe was more than ready for him.
    Still, he waited patiently for her to verbally answer his question of how wet she was. When there was no reply, only her moans, Randall all but barked her name down the phone line for her to answer him immediately. His own voice sounded huskier from