Cold & Deadly (Cold Justice: Crossfire #1)

“I’m thirty-five. Nine years older than you are.”

She ran her hands down his back and over his ass. Then her hand slipped between his legs and she held him firmly, her eyes on his. “I like this part of you too.”

“My ass? Or my cock?”

She huffed out a laugh. “Both.”

“Say it, Ava.”

“I like your cock, Dominic. I want it inside me.”

He could feel himself growing harder at her bold words and touch. She bent her knees and rubbed the end of him against her opening, and he had to force himself not to sink inside.

He grabbed his wallet out of pants he’d tossed aside earlier and rummaged through it for the emergency condom he kept tucked in there. He found it, thank god, but she took it out of his grip before he could open the package.

She tore it open slowly and carefully covered him. He swallowed at the sensation of her stroking him from tip to root and then positioning him at her entrance.

“Did I mention I like your cock?” she asked with a quick grin. “I’m hoping to love it in the very near future.”

He grinned, despite the gravity of this episode pressing down on his shoulders. It was just sex. And yet he couldn’t remember having this much fun before or having his brains reduced to rubble just from the thought of fucking someone.

He nuzzled her ear as he thrust forward, unable to hold her gaze. Somehow that made it too overwhelming, too real to watch those pretty eyes as he filled her. But he wanted it to be real, he wanted to see everything he was feeling reflected back at him.

He raised himself up onto his good elbow to look at her beautiful face and body, to kiss her long and deep before he began moving inside her.

God, she felt good. Tight. Hot. Aroused. He made sure every thrust hit all the good spots, angling her hips to doubly make sure. His injured shoulder was feeling no pain right now.

He wanted to take it slow, but the desire cruising his blood was stoking his body to a boiling point. He counted to one hundred in French to stop himself losing it. Even when Ava spasmed around him he held on until he could breathe again, slowing it down, wanting it to last forever.

He kissed the sweat from her temple before carefully rolling them over and letting her sit on top of him.

She rode him gently at first, tentative movements, learning him and what he liked until she gained confidence. Then her arms came to rest on his chest, one hand over his heart as she closed her eyes and took what she wanted from his body.

As she started to tighten around him for the second time, he locked his arms around her hips and slammed into her so forcefully he was worried he might hurt her. Then she cried out again and they climaxed together, him gripping her tight and holding back a roar that would have brought backup bursting through the door.

Ava shuddered and sank against him, their hearts beating in unison.

Holy shit.

He swallowed repeatedly, pretty sure his head had exploded. He closed his eyes and wondered what the hell he’d done. Then he wondered how quickly he could get hold of more condoms so they could do it again.

She went to pull away, but he held her still for another moment. Then she rolled over and lay on the mattress naked beside him. He went into the bathroom and when he came back, he looked at her. She didn’t seem particularly bashful. Maybe she knew how incredible her body was, or maybe she didn’t care.

She cracked open an eyelid. “Is it wrong that I don’t want you to stop touching me?”

He swallowed. “I wouldn’t call it wrong, but I’m not sure I have the will power to stop fucking you if I do, and I don’t have any more protection.”

She didn’t flinch away from his blunt language. In fact, the way she swallowed and squeezed her thighs together made him think she liked it.

The temptation to see if she did was overpowering. He took a dangerous step forward.

A knock on the trailer door had him swearing and Ava quietly scrambling back to her side of the curtain. He pulled on his boxers.

“What is it?” He stalled to give Ava enough time to drag her top over her head and shimmy into her shorts. He strode over to the door.

“Incident Commander wants you in the command center,” came a low, clear voice.

Dominic opened the door an inch. “What’s happening?”

The HRT agent’s gaze slid behind Dominic into the darkness where Ava was getting dressed.

Dominic shifted his body to block any potential viewing opportunities.

The guy smirked. “I’m just the messenger boy.” He nodded and backed away.

Dominic shut the door and climbed back into the clothes he’d taken off earlier. If they’d woken him up it couldn’t be good. “Ava, you don’t have to come…”

“Remember what I said about sex not changing anything?” She was doing up the buttons of her blouse as he searched for clean socks.

“Probably better if we don’t mention the sex part to anyone else.” The last thing he wanted was to have Ava put back on suspension because he couldn’t keep his dick in his pants.

“It’s not the sort of thing I’d broadcast,” she said sharply.

Ouch.

“I’m not an idiot,” she added in a stern whisper.

He shook his head at himself. He’d handled this badly. As confident as she was in her body, it was a different matter entirely when it came to her job and her position at the Bureau. She knew he didn’t do relationships, but she didn’t know anything else about how he treated women after sex.

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