Dark Lava: Lei Crime Book 7 (Lei Crime Series) Read Online Free PDF

customs that people here kept as a matter of course, like not wearing shoes in the house.
    “ Did you get enough sleep?” he asked, unstrapping his shoulder holster while heading for the back bedroom. He hung his weapon, still holstered, from the headboard of their king-sized bed. Lei’s was slung across her side. Married law enforcement, sleeping under their guns. There was something endearing about it—or maybe he just liked being married. He went back into the kitchen.
    “ I did get enough sleep. Technically.” Lei yawned, still stirring. “I’m sore, though. They worked us hard for a solid twenty-four hours.” She tapped the spoon on the side of the pan, then opened the oven. “This is just about ready.”
    He cracked the top on a Longboard Lager and sat down at the little table. “ I hear you and Torufu didn’t win the competition.”
    “ Who told you that?” She bent at the waist, looking at him over her shoulder. She looked unbelievably sexy with that ass, covered by a pair of worn jeans, pointed at him and a potholder in her hand. He tried to remember what he’d been saying.
    “ Never mind.” He didn’t want to get into it now, ruin the mood. “What can I do to help get this food on the table?”
    The chili was edible and the cornbread truly delicious, slathered in butter and kiawe honey from a local apiary.
    “I could get to like this.” Stevens tilted his chair back on two legs, rolled the Longboard Lager bottle back and forth across his belly, eyes on his wife. He winked when he caught her eye. “Come here. I think you deserve a reward.”
    Lei laughed as she cleared the table. “ I think you deserve the reward. This is the first time I’ve been home to make dinner since we got married.”
    “ Yeah. And I mentioned I could get used to it.”
    She plucked the bottle out of his fingers, set it on the table, and straddled him on the chair. He never got ti red of looking at her triangular face. Her brown, tilted eyes were where her half-Japanese heritage showed, bracketed by level brows. Those freckles he loved and she hated, tiny cinnamon dots across her nose. A big lush mouth, full of sass and sensuality. Curling hair, a-frizz at the moment, a halo the color of fallen leaves around her well-shaped skull.
    Stevens knew exactly what that skull looked like, from when she ’d shaved her head for a case. He didn’t know any woman but Lei who would do that.
    Stevens c ircled her lithe body with his arms, squeezing her hard, because he could never resist doing that, as if he could crush her close enough that they’d merge into one person. He buried his face in Lei’s neck and inhaled her scent, feeling his hunger intensify. Her hands stroked through his hair, slid along his shoulders as he held her even closer, and he heard her whisper, “I love you so much it scares me.”
    “ I know. Me too.” His words were muffled against her skin, which tasted a little like salty coconut as he nibbled her neck. “Let’s go to bed.” He stood up with her in his arms and took her there.
    He settled Lei on the bed, and when she reached up to undo his shirt, he caught her hands, stretching her arms above her head and holding her wrists in one of his. “Close your eyes,” he whispered into the curls beside the curve of her ear. “Just feel everything.”
    Lei smiled and shut her eyes obediently. She relaxed beneath him, her arms going soft. Her utter trust, something that had taken so long to win, brought a s urge of powerful feeling flashing over him. He kissed that mouth, that luscious, expressive mouth, until it opened beneath his and gave up all its secrets.
    He took her clothes off, lifting her shirt over her head but leaving it around her wrists, a mock re straint, as he loosened her jeans and shimmied them off her long runner’s legs. He took a moment to enjoy looking at her body, trim and toned. The skin of her stomach was a subtle ivory the texture of silk, contrasting with her tanned arms and