Seal It With A Kiss (McClellan Trilogy) by Judy Hagemann Page A

tongue trace a line from behind her ear down her neck to her pulse point stopping to nip at her neck, which sent chill bumps throughout her body. He ran his free hand ever so lightly down her arm following the contour line of her body to the side of her breast and lingering before continuing on to her waist stopping at the hem of her mini skirt. His mouth had traveled down to her shoulder as his hand moved under her skirt and began its ascent. His fingers could feel the moisture of her arousal and quickly found the swollen nub and began to massage it. Moments later Holly’s body was racked with shockwaves as her climax consumed her. Her ears were ringing and her body was tingling like never before.
    Brock released Holly’s hands, took a step back to reach down and pick up her shoes before handing them to her. “See you at work tomorrow.”

CHAPTER SEVEN
    Holly didn’t have a clue how the hell she drove home after that. She didn’t even remember arriving at home for that matter. She just found herself sitting in the darkness of her garage with the car turned off. She slowly made her way into the house as her phone began to ring. “Detective Cavanaugh here.”
    “Holly? It’s Brock. There was another rape tonight. The address 1611 Falcon Drive, apartment 403—meet me there as soon as you can.”
    “I’ll be right there.” She said as she got back into her car and headed to the address.
    Holly arrived just as Brock was getting out of his car. She ran to catch up with him. “What do we know?”
    “Only that the perp smelled of alcohol and cigarettes.”
    “Sounds like our guy.”
    “Yep, the victim is still inside from what I am told—put up one hell of a struggle too.” Brock noted.
    “I think it would be best if I questioned her since I am a woman.” Holly suggested.
    “Fine—I will see what I can come up with while you are doing that.”
    They walked into the apartment together and Brock stopped in his tracks. “Lisa?”
    The woman looked up and recognized Brock immediately. “What the hell is he doing here?”
    Holly looked from Brock to this woman and back to Brock. “You know each other?”
    “No—yes—sort of.”
    “I want him out of here—for all I know it could have been him that did this to me!
    Holly gave Brock a puzzled expression before telling him to wait outside and then she turned back to the victim. “I am Detective Cavanaugh, do you mind if I ask you some questions?”
    “As long as that man stays the hell away from me and gets out of my apartment.”
    “How do you know Detective McClellan?”
    “What? He’s a detective?”
    “Yes, do you know him in a personal capacity?” Holly continued.
    “I met him tonight at O’Donnell’s. I had a drink with him and gave him my telephone number.”
    Holly raised her eyebrow at that little piece of information. “So you had never met him prior to tonight then?”
    “No—never.”
    “You mentioned that you were at O’Donnell’s tonight. Was this the first time you had ever been there?”
    “No, I go there a couple nights a week. You look kind of familiar now that I think of it. Wait a minute—you were there tonight too weren’t you, sitting at the bar?”
    “Yes, I was. We had a lead on a serial rapist case and O’Donnell’s was the connecting link between two of the cases, so Detective McClellan and I wanted to check it out undercover. I was supposed to be the bait.”
    “Well that didn’t work now did it?” She screamed.
    “Let’s concentrate on you right now. Lisa, you just told me that you go there at least two times a week, so you know who the regulars are and you noticed Detective McClellan and me right away as someone who had never been in there. Would that be correct?”
    “Yes, I even made that comment to the other guy.” Lisa stated.
    “The other guy being Detective McClellan?” Holly asked.
    “Yes.”
    One of the ambulance crew interrupted, “I’m sorry Detective, we need to take her to the ER and get