P I Honeytrap by Kristal Baird Page A

touch. He felt all the little goosebumps across her skin. He spread his hands around her waist, spanning his fingers around her back and using his thumbs to caress her taut stomach.
    He wanted to feel her sexy belly beneath his lips and dropped deftly to his knees. ‘It’s going to be OK,’ he murmured. He could feel her unease grow, just a little.
    He had just enough room to kneel down in the confined space of the private changing area.
    His fingers dipped beneath the low-slung waistband of the shorts that encircled her hips and he quickly released the silver button. His lips touched the little mark left by the metal rivet touching her flesh. He slowly lowered the zip, millimetre by millimetre, placing his gentle kisses where he opened the closure, wider and lower, to the bottom.
    His warm hands enclosed the backs of her thighs, kneading the muscles upwards as high as he could go before the tight restrictions of the denim shorts stopped his progress.
    ‘Do you think it would be good to lose these?’ He tugged on the hem of her shorts. ‘You are wearing panties this time, I trust?’ He really hoped she wasn’t.
    Hayley laughed softly. ‘Pretty ones.’
    ‘I think I want to take a look at those.’
    ‘Look all you want.’
    He wondered if she was telling him to take his hands off? Was he going too fast? About to lose her? Please God, not now. He’d had enough empty nights of using his own hand to ease his sexual frustration, when she failed to come by. And it wasn’t as if he didn’t have any number of women at the gym who were willing to help him out on that score. They were always coming on to him. But since Hayley, he couldn’t go there any more. Perhaps that was why he had brought her breakfast? To remind her that he still existed.
    God, he really had it bad.
    Hayley distracted his thoughts as she rocked the shorts down over her hips and thighs and let them drop around her ankles. Reuben lifted each foot in turn, while she held onto his shoulders for balance, and freed the garment. He planted a firm kiss on each instep before he placed her foot back on the ground again.
    He looked up. Her eyes were closed. She wasn’t about to run. For that he gave a quick thanks to the heavens.
    ‘Pretty?’ he whispered, looking at her panties and echoing her own description. ‘I’d say beautiful.’
    Hayley opened her eyes and looked down. He was caught staring at her mound but he wasn’t ashamed. She was beautiful. He kissed her firmly over the triangle of fabric at the apex of her thighs, pressing her against his face with two hands splayed over her naked buttocks. A thong. He smiled against her flesh.
    His tongue worked its way along the edge of the fabric, teasing at her pussy underneath.
    ‘I’d say it’s about time I got a look at yours.’ Hayley reminded him breathlessly that she was still up above.
    ‘Seems fair to me.’ Reuben rose to his feet, admiring the full length of her underwear-covered body as he went. What she was doing as a PI, he’d never know. He thought he’d like a picture of her, naked, on his office wall to look at whenever he wanted. To masturbate over when he was alone.
    She’d smack his face hard, if she had any idea he was having thoughts like that. He couldn’t help it. He was a guy. A very horny guy. And she was temptation incarnate.
    Hayley lifted his T-shirt over his head. He helped her by leaning over so she could manage. He liked it when she undressed him. It added to the thrill. He stood patiently while she ran her hands over his chest, examining him with her eyes as much as with her fingers. Now his muscles were trembling and it definitely wasn’t fear. They wanted to explode into action. Fight, flight, or fuck.
    He watched her at work. It was like she needed to be sure of what she was getting herself into. Who she was allowing the honour of sharing her body with. He felt that strong urge again to crush her to him and kiss her soundly. His lips burned to press themselves