Hands to Myself
His nose found the crook of her neck, and inhaled deeply, cherishing her scent.
When he opened his mouth to speak, the warm breath the flooded over her neck, caused her to grip his hair tighter.
"Fuck, Gia. I can't keep my hands to myself when I'm around you."
His deep, horse voice, from hours of moaning, verberated against her skin. She leaned into him, opening herself up to him. Lightly tracing her fingers along the small of her back, she softly grabbed his hand with her own and slowly slid them in her lace panties.
Giovanna leaned in and with her honey like voice, whispered,
After the witnessing the brutal murder of her best friend a few years ago, Giovanna will never forget the moment her life changed forever, when she saw Allison Weaver's heart being split into two by a meat cleaver.
Once a promising homicide detective, twenty six year old Dylan Seyrès lost his badge after defying his captain and betraying his department during the investigation of a horrific, unsolved murder of a young girl.
However seemingly different, both Giovanna and Dylan refuse to let go of the 4 year old cold case which caused a young girl to lose her best friend, and a young man to lose his badge.
When they stumble across each other while investigating Allison's death, the unlikely duo decides to team up to find Allison's killer, but instead, Dylan keeps finding himself under Giovanna's lace panties.
warning: not for the feint hearted.