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This wasn’t how he wanted to confront her. He hadn’t even decided if he would confront her. His hands clenched into fists at his sides, he wouldn’t lie to her.  
    “You’re very good at using your sex appeal to distract men from what they’re really after.”
    “When have I ever tried to distract you from your case? I’ve only ever offered help!” A rosy blush started at her chest and rose up her neck and into her cheeks.  
    God, she was beautiful, even in her anger.
    Heart pounding he ignored the stirring in his groin. “You’ve distracted me from the moment I met you.”    
    “If you think I’m the thief you’re after, at least have the balls to admit it.”  
    Her sneer cut through what was left of his patience. “All right. You are on my list of suspects. Right at the top actually. And I’m not happy about it. You think I want you to be the thief? You think I want to arrest you and put you behind bars?”
    “Why not? Since you’re only real interest in me is as part of your investigation, why not question me? Why not arrest me and try to put me away? Oh, right!” She threw her hands up and gave him a mocking look. “It’s because you have no evidence .”  
    He grabbed her arm before she could walk away, and spun her around. When he had her back against the wall, he pressed the full length of his body against her. He cupped her soft cheeks in his hands and stared deep into the flames of fury in her eyes. “I haven’t done any of that because I’m afraid of the answers. I don’t want it to be you!”
    He should’ve walked away right then, but he couldn’t. So he kissed her.

    His tongue thrust between her lips and claimed her mouth. Vanessa fought for control of her emotions and lost. Her anger turned to lust and she kissed him back.  
    Their lips met, their tongues danced, their harsh breathing blending, filling each other intimately. She pressed her body against his, reveling in the feel of his hardness against her softness. She reached up and ran her fingers through his hair, the feel of it silky and soft, a complete contrast the hardness of him. His hips pinned her to the wall, his cock teased her, taunted her. Made her ache to spread her legs and be filled.  
    She tore her mouth away, a whimper of want escaped only to be followed by a gasp as Kane’s mouth worked its way down her neck and his hands cupped her breasts. He tugged at the top of her satin corset and her bare breasts filled his hands. He tugged at her nipples and pleasure zinged straight to her clit. He continued to roll one nipple between the fingers of one hand while he offered the other one up to his mouth. With no hesitation, he laved the rigid nub then pulled it into his mouth and suckled.  
    Vanessa tossed her head back and forth, her body writhed, she ached to spread her legs, to wrap them around his waist and feel him grind against her, but he wasn’t having any of it.  
    Kane was suckling, nibbling and licking at her nipples, first one then the other, and he wasn’t going to stop. She felt his hand slip under her skirt and snake between her thighs. “Yes!”  
    A long finger slid inside and her pussy clenched. He pulled it out and entered her again, two fingers this time. Vanessa writhed against the wall, her eyes closed her hands clawing at him, pulling him closer to her. He wiggled his fingers inside her and pressed his palm against her clit. He rotated it, sucked on her nipple, pinched the other and her body jerked, an orgasm ripping through her. Her juices flooded his hand and her thighs, yet still her insides spasmed. Wanting more. Needing to be filled. “Please,” she gasped.
    “Please what?” He demanded hoarsely.
    “Please fuck her already, mate. I can’t wait to see what’s under that skirt.”
    Vanessa grabbed Kane and held him tight to her. Their eyes met and she saw murder in them. With a small shake of her head she reminded him where they were. “Leave it. We were putting on a show,