Chapter 10: Rachael
“I’m supposed to stay away from you.” He announced at my door. I looked him over as he stood, casually poised in the eave of my door. He looked every inch of the 6 foot plus he was in his lace up boots. My bare feet squirmed their grip on the freshly bleached floor. His hair was wet from the rain outside and his jacket glistened with his skin.
“You’re wet.” Was all I could muster. I was caught between being delighted to lay eyes on him, desperate to lay hands on him, and worried the smell of bleach might tip him off to what had happened here just a few hours before.
He met my stare and I shifted on the spot as I guarded the entrance. “Can I come in?” He asked me and I became conscious I was chewing my bottom lip. I immediately abandoned the bad habit and licked them over instead.
“What happened to staying away from me.” I said guarded.
“As a matter of fact I’m not on your case anymore….” He said inching forward. I smiled, giving myself away. I stepped away form the doorway letting him in.
“I’ve got news for you though.” He said as he walked in to the living room, looking larger than life.
“Jonah’s alright.” I said. He looked at me puzzled. “Sabian called me.” I clarified for him.
“Of course he did.” Sam came back, with a tone of….irritation?
“Well he only had nice things to say about you.” I replied closing the door. I pressed my back against it tearing my eyes off Sam to give the place a quick visual. Everything looked very clean, but I knew I hadn’t missed anything. There wasn’t anything left to find that there had been two people killed here, and the open windows and incense had driven the smell away. “I was surprised you went to check on him for me. I thought you couldn’t do that.” He shrugged, but a feeling suddenly tugged at me. “That wasn’t why you got kicked off the case was it?” His look changed from dark to defensive so I scrambled to ease the situation. “I mean, I don’t want to be the one getting you in to trouble.”
“I can do that just fine by myself.” He said taking a step towards me. My heart hammered and my throat felt dry. I licked my lips again and looked at the floor.
“Sam…” I started, but I wasn’t sure what to say.
“Yeah.” He took another step and pressed myself into the door harder. I looked up at him, and could almost feel my pupils dilate. I dug my nails in to the door behind me.
“What are you doing here.” I asked of him, hoping for the answer I wanted.
“I just came to see you.” He moved to stand over me and bent his head forward, arm leaning against the door just above my head. His eyes were bright and he smelled intoxicating.
“Right.” I felt my lips part, my heart beat even faster and without thinking I moved into him, pressing my lips to his, and taking his collar pulled him closer to me.
I felt like those times I was slipping into the blackness, but better. As I kissed him and he kissed me, I grew less in control, and cared less about it. When he kissed me back he pressed my head back and subsumed me. His hands clasped my head and back and I instinctively raised my legs around him. He responded by kissing me deeper and walked with me suspended around his hips to the couch. He lay me down and I pulled at his shirt. He obliged by lifting his arms up and I tore it over his head. As soon as he was free of his shirt, he leaned over and started kissing me again, struggling with the buttons on my blouse. With a frustrated noise he simply took a side in each hand and wrenched the offending material open. Buttons flew everywhere, and only served to excite me more. I grinned at him as he broke from kissing me to ditch his pants. He looked at me darkly as I shimmied out of my skirt. Standing there he raked his gaze over me in a way that made me shudder – but for all the right reasons. He held out a hand for me, and I took it meaning to pull him down towards me but he pulled me to stand instead.
“What’s the matter Sam?” I asked. I wondered if he was having second thoughts.
Sam continued to look over me gazing at my neck, my breasts. “Not a single thing.” He murmured in my ear before kissing me softly behind it. He moved towards the main bedroom and tugged my arm gently to lead me ahead. I hesitated, knowing what had happened to me last time I went in there. “I won’t bite.” He teased and in between the smoldering look and the ache in my body, I forgot my fears and dashed ahead of him.
“Don’t take this the wrong way,” I challenged. “But I kind of hope you do.”