The Girl Next Door (Shadow Agents 6)
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Her voice—her husky words—pushed him over the edge. His hands closed over her thighs. He parted them even more, making room for his body. He put his aroused flesh against her.
Their gazes locked.
He drove into her with one long, hard thrust.
Her breath gasped out. Her eyes darkened even more. Cooper stilled, worried that he was hurting her.
At his hesitation, her legs wrapped around his hips. She arched against him. “More,” Gabri
elle whispered.
He’d give her more. He’d give her all that he had.
His fingers threaded with hers. He withdrew then thrust harder, deeper, again and again. The moans she made urged him on. They were the sexiest sounds he’d ever heard. Pleasure waited, so close, so close. Her body felt amazing against his. Being in her, that hot, tight paradise of her body—it made the blood in his body seem to burn.
She cried out and he saw the pleasure on her face. Her cheeks flushed. Her eyes went blind.
She whispered his name.
He drove into her, not able to hold back. The headboard thudded into the wall, and when the pleasure hit him, it was like nothing he’d felt before.
His body shuddered as he pumped into her. He held her with hands that were too tight, but he couldn’t let go.
She was all he knew. The only thing he wanted.
The one thing that he wasn’t going to give up.
His gaze met hers. Pleasure was a drug making him desperate, light-headed.
Gabrielle smiled up at him.
For Cooper, in that instant, everything changed.
* * *
THE RAIN FELL down in a hard, heavy torrent. The local forecasters had predicted that the storm would last for hours.
Cooper had taken the reporter home.
He’d called, given Gabrielle a warning that she should heed, but the woman had seemed to pay him no attention.
Her mistake.
She would learn the truth soon enough.
When you trusted the wrong person, you wound up dead.
Another woman had trusted Cooper once. She’d believed in him, just as Gabrielle believed in the man now.
That woman was buried in a cemetery thirty miles away.
Soon, Cooper would be buried, too.
The killer pulled up his coat and whistled as he turned away from the brownstone.
It was almost time for his next attack. Almost...
Chapter Eight