“Says who?” Bijou asked. “Don’ be thinkin’ you’re all that, Remy Boudreaux. You’re not that good.”

He trailed kisses to the corner of her mouth. “I know I’m that good. Stay the hell out of the swamp.”

“Don’ be tellin’ me what to do. We might have sex once in a while but you never get to tell me what to do.”

She managed a haughty expression even with his mouth moving on down her neck to the swell of her breast. He heard her breath catch in her throat, and she pushed him away. “Go, Remy. You need to catch whoever is murderin’ people.”

“Are you goin’ to stay put this time?” He narrowed his eyes and pinned her with a hard gaze. It usually worked for him, but she gave a little sniff. “I mean it, Blue. I don’ want to have to put every cop in the city and every sheriff in the surroundin’ parishes on alert lookin’ for you. If I have to do that, believe me, mon pitit, you’ll be hauled back in handcuffs.”

“Delightful.” Sarcasm dripped from her voice. “And I’m not your mon pitit.”

“You’re my anything I need or want you to be.” He leaned closer and licked her already taut nipple.

She shuddered, one arm circling his head. She didn’t pull him away or push him closer, she simply stayed still, looking down at him.

His mouth closed over the temptation of her breast, pulling strongly, teeth scraping. He lifted his head and pressed his forehead against hers. “Leavin’ you is difficult.”

“So is murder. Get goin’, Remy.” Even as she commanded him, her fingers fisted in his hair and she pulled his head up.

Remy held his mouth inches from hers, looking straight into her eyes, so she’d know he meant what he said. “Don’ you go off anywhere alone. Stay with Saria and stay inside until I get back.”

She frowned at him. “Do you think I’m in danger?”

“I know you are.”

“Then stop makin’ everything an order and just ask nice like a normal person.”

Remy opened his mouth and then closed it again with a little bite of his teeth. “Blue, please do me a favor and stay here with my sister and be safe while I go try to catch a murderer.”

“Of course,” Bijou replied. “I don’ mind restin’. I’ve got a lot of thinking to do.”

Remy breathed a sigh of relief, caught the nape of her neck and kissed her hard. She tried to hold herself away from him, but he refused to back off, deepening the kiss until she relaxed into him with a little sigh of resignation. He kept kissing her. She finally kissed him back. It took discipline to stop when all he wanted to do was be a part of her, to lose himself in her fire and addictive taste.