Bare Devotion
Lacey Thorn
It's your world...unlaced
It's your world...unlaced
An Excerpt From: BARE DEVOTION
Copyright © LACEY THORN, 2008
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.
He watched the shadow ease closer to the side of the house, edging around to the
back door, he assumed. Blake didn’t know what had made him come back by the
house tonight but was glad that he had. He may have just caught the man they were
looking for. He eased his cell phone out and called the cell number he had for
Detective Gil Daniels.
“Gil, it’s Blake,” he said as soon as he heard the voice on the other end of the line. “I’
m here at the last house and there’s someone trying to sneak in.”
“So our guy came back,” Gil exclaimed. “I’ll call Ben on the way. Don’t do anything
stupid, Blake. This guy has killed six people so far. Don’t take any chances.”
Blake ignored Gil’s warning as he hung the phone up with a snap. There was
something wrong here. The shadow was too small, too petite to be a man. And if
what he was thinking was correct, then what the hell was a woman doing here at
this time of night? What did she have to do with this investigation?
“Shit,” Blake muttered and headed at a slow run to the side of the house where the
shadow was already disappearing around the corner. He had to stop her from
getting into the house. He was hoping to take a fresh look at the scene in the
morning and didn’t want to lose any trace evidence he might find.
Blake took a running leap planning to tackle the small figure in the soft grass just off
the back porch.
Ally heard a noise and turned around to peer behind her. She had time for a startled
squeal and a feeble attempt to backpedal before the large figure took her tumbling
to the ground, finally landing with him on top of her, his big body sprawled between
her spread legs. Ally gave a soft gasp at the sparks that flowed through her at his
touch.
He was big, but then most people were when compared to her five-foot height.
People constantly referred to her as a fairy with her diminutive height, long black
hair and green eyes.
Blake leaned his full weight on the woman beneath him. And he could tell that she
was all woman. He could easily feel the shape of her full and obviously unconfined
breasts, the heat of her sex against his growing erection. Shit, he thought, trying to
adjust his position between her thighs. He had obviously been way too long without
a woman. He needed to get laid and soon.
“Get off me,” the woman gasped, doing her own wiggling that only brought her flush
against his full-blown erection. They both stilled at the delicious sensations that
coursed through their bodies. It felt good. It felt right.
“Not yet, sweetheart,” Blake told her, giving up all pretenses and relaxing his body
down over hers. “What the hell are you doing here?”
He could see the wheels spinning behind her eyes and wanted to laugh when she
replied with a shrug. “I’m looking for my aunt’s house. Obviously I’ve got the wrong
address.”
“Am I interrupting something?” Gil asked from behind them, causing two sets of
startled eyes to glance his way.
“Just getting to know the lady better,” Blake said as he lumbered to his feet. “How
did you get here so fast?”
“I was just around the corner when you called,” Gil murmured, a smile tugging at his
lips.
Ally’s eyes widened as she took in the sheer size of the men in front of her, looking
even bigger from her position on the ground. The one who had interrupted them
was long and lean, but she could easily see that he would be a force to be reckoned
with. But it was the other man, the one who had held her so intimately on the
ground, that her gaze kept returning to as she slowly came to her feet before them.
The moon was finally out of hiding and she could get a good look at him. He was
gorgeous. He had to be well over six feet, at least an inch taller than the lean guy,
with wide shoulders bulging with muscles. Thick, wavy, brown hair settled around
his shoulders and it was all she could do not to moan her pleasure at finally seeing
him. He was sex personified. Rough, dirty, raunchy sex. And the bulge straining
against his zipper was impressive.
“Uh…umm,” Blake cleared his throat as he caught her eyeing the straining length of
his erection. Yeah, his cock was hungry for her and the blush that stained her
cheeks assured him that she knew it. “You want to try again to tell us what the hell
you’re doing here?”
Copyright © LACEY THORN, 2008
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.
He watched the shadow ease closer to the side of the house, edging around to the
back door, he assumed. Blake didn’t know what had made him come back by the
house tonight but was glad that he had. He may have just caught the man they were
looking for. He eased his cell phone out and called the cell number he had for
Detective Gil Daniels.
“Gil, it’s Blake,” he said as soon as he heard the voice on the other end of the line. “I’
m here at the last house and there’s someone trying to sneak in.”
“So our guy came back,” Gil exclaimed. “I’ll call Ben on the way. Don’t do anything
stupid, Blake. This guy has killed six people so far. Don’t take any chances.”
Blake ignored Gil’s warning as he hung the phone up with a snap. There was
something wrong here. The shadow was too small, too petite to be a man. And if
what he was thinking was correct, then what the hell was a woman doing here at
this time of night? What did she have to do with this investigation?
“Shit,” Blake muttered and headed at a slow run to the side of the house where the
shadow was already disappearing around the corner. He had to stop her from
getting into the house. He was hoping to take a fresh look at the scene in the
morning and didn’t want to lose any trace evidence he might find.
Blake took a running leap planning to tackle the small figure in the soft grass just off
the back porch.
Ally heard a noise and turned around to peer behind her. She had time for a startled
squeal and a feeble attempt to backpedal before the large figure took her tumbling
to the ground, finally landing with him on top of her, his big body sprawled between
her spread legs. Ally gave a soft gasp at the sparks that flowed through her at his
touch.
He was big, but then most people were when compared to her five-foot height.
People constantly referred to her as a fairy with her diminutive height, long black
hair and green eyes.
Blake leaned his full weight on the woman beneath him. And he could tell that she
was all woman. He could easily feel the shape of her full and obviously unconfined
breasts, the heat of her sex against his growing erection. Shit, he thought, trying to
adjust his position between her thighs. He had obviously been way too long without
a woman. He needed to get laid and soon.
“Get off me,” the woman gasped, doing her own wiggling that only brought her flush
against his full-blown erection. They both stilled at the delicious sensations that
coursed through their bodies. It felt good. It felt right.
“Not yet, sweetheart,” Blake told her, giving up all pretenses and relaxing his body
down over hers. “What the hell are you doing here?”
He could see the wheels spinning behind her eyes and wanted to laugh when she
replied with a shrug. “I’m looking for my aunt’s house. Obviously I’ve got the wrong
address.”
“Am I interrupting something?” Gil asked from behind them, causing two sets of
startled eyes to glance his way.
“Just getting to know the lady better,” Blake said as he lumbered to his feet. “How
did you get here so fast?”
“I was just around the corner when you called,” Gil murmured, a smile tugging at his
lips.
Ally’s eyes widened as she took in the sheer size of the men in front of her, looking
even bigger from her position on the ground. The one who had interrupted them
was long and lean, but she could easily see that he would be a force to be reckoned
with. But it was the other man, the one who had held her so intimately on the
ground, that her gaze kept returning to as she slowly came to her feet before them.
The moon was finally out of hiding and she could get a good look at him. He was
gorgeous. He had to be well over six feet, at least an inch taller than the lean guy,
with wide shoulders bulging with muscles. Thick, wavy, brown hair settled around
his shoulders and it was all she could do not to moan her pleasure at finally seeing
him. He was sex personified. Rough, dirty, raunchy sex. And the bulge straining
against his zipper was impressive.
“Uh…umm,” Blake cleared his throat as he caught her eyeing the straining length of
his erection. Yeah, his cock was hungry for her and the blush that stained her
cheeks assured him that she knew it. “You want to try again to tell us what the hell
you’re doing here?”