Keeper of the Peace (Graveyard Guardians #2) by Jennifer Malone Wright Page B

he thrust into her.
    She raised her legs and wrapped them around
his waist, allowing him to go deeper. He let go of her hands and
moved down to kiss her, moving his thumb across her nipple at the
same time. Warmth spread throughout every inch of her body as she
felt her orgasm building.
    David raised himself up again, bracing an
arm on either side of her so that he could stare into her eyes. She
saw his love swimming within those deep blue irises.
    She came hard. Her back arched and her
fingernails dug into his back as she cried out with pleasure. David
watched her with a smile, obviously pleased. She felt him grow even
harder within her and he pumped his hips a bit faster. Letting out
a soft moan, he threw his head back and she felt his release.
    He fell down on top of her, still inside
her, and his lips found hers again. She kissed back, enjoying the
taste of him, unwilling to let him go quite yet.
    They lay there for several moments,
breathing hard and finally savoring the feel of their bodies
against each other. After a while, Hannah placed her hands on his
chest. “I’m having a hard time breathing,” she whispered with a
laugh.
    “Oh, shit, I’m sorry.” David rolled off of
her and lay on his back.
    Hannah turned onto her side and stared at
him. “I’m sorry about everything. Like … everything, all the way
back to the night you told me you were leaving.” She really was
sorry too. Sometime in between the bar and the sex, she realized
that it was in the past. She had hurt for so long, and built up the
walls so high, that she had been incapable of forgiving him.
    However, if she had to spend the rest of her
life in prison, she would not do it while holding such a
grudge.
    He put his arm out and she moved her head
onto it, using him for a pillow. “You have nothing to be sorry for.
Let’s let it go and just start new.”
    She closed her eyes so that she didn’t have
to look at him while she said it. “David, we can’t get back
together, not yet.”
    “Fine,” he agreed. “I will just have to take
you on dates and try to woo you into loving me again.”
    She opened her eyes and saw that he was
smiling. “I already love you. I always have,” she told him.
    He leaned over and kissed her. “Can I stay
with you tonight?”
    “Of course,” she laughed. “Did you think I
was going to kick you out after that?”
    “I thought it might be possible,” he
joked.
    Hannah slapped at his shoulder and then
pulled the comforter back so that they could slip underneath.
    “Hannah?” he asked in a more serious
tone.
    “Don’t,” she answered and then yawned. “We
can talk tomorrow. I just want to lay here and feel your arms
around me while I fall asleep.”
    And she did.
     
     
     
    CHAPTER
    11
    DAVID

     
    He woke to the sound of the shower running
and the strong scent of coffee wafting through the air.
    Nope, he hadn’t been dreaming. The spot
beside him was empty, so obviously she was in the shower, but he
wished that she was lying beside him so he could press his body up
against hers one more time.
    A glance at the clock told him it was just
after eight in the morning. Shit, he was supposed to check in at
the office before heading back into town to investigate the murder
some more. He wanted to go up to the labs at the hospital and make
sure there wasn’t a mistake on the report.
    He could probably question Hannah about it,
since she had performed the autopsy, but he didn’t want to bring up
work with her just yet. They had better things to talk about.
    With a yawn, he rolled over then sat up on
the side of the bed. He smiled as he saw that there was still a
pile of clothes on the floor, including his gun and holster.
Pushing away the comforter, he leaned over to pluck his jeans from
the pile.
    Just as he grabbed hold of his pants, he
spotted Hannah’s shoes. One shoe was flipped upside down so that
the bottom of it was exposed. He bent and picked up the shoe,
hoping that he wasn’t seeing what he was