He stood there like an idiot, her slender neck under his hand, until she spoke. “Do you want me?”
“Yeah,” he said. No point in lying. Not with his cock pushing against his zipper.
She laced her fingers through his and led him to her bedroom. His heart kept doing crazy things, and he couldn’t seem to stop fine tremors from running through his body. Cady didn’t seem to notice, or if she did, his lack of control didn’t frighten her. She left the bedside lamp off; the light from the kitchen lit up the door but the rest of the room was in darkness. He heard the rustle of fabric as she pulled back the comforter and the sheets.
“Come here.”
He did. He couldn’t do anything else. Any rational thoughts about department protocol, his future, even his past disappeared into dim, protective darkness of her bedroom.
“This is me being selfish,” she said, then pulled his Henley over his head. “I’ve wanted to do this since I saw you.”
“Do what?” he managed.
“Get my hands all over my body man.”
Before he could laugh, her hands were on him, slow, sweeping movements from his neck to his fingertips. When he relaxed, involuntarily, with no more forethought than a dog easing into its owner’s touch, she made a soft purring sound. He did it again, softened, almost leaned his big bulk into her tiny body before he caught himself.
“It’s okay,” she said. “I can take it.”
So he relaxed, leaned into her, then got an electric shock when her thumbs swept over his nipples. Sensation speared through him, as if his relaxed state meant his nerves were more receptive. Crazy, and yet true, because when she did it again it lit him up from his jaw to his cock, stronger this time. Fiercer.
More dangerous.
He shifted his shoulders, rolled his head on his neck, trying to find his footing. A cute girl wanted to make him feel good. Go with it. But this wasn’t just any cute girl he’d picked up in a bar or met through Shane’s family’s extended connections.
“Okay,” she said, although he hadn’t spoken. “Lie down.”
It was kind of amusing, the way she used her body to maneuver him to the edge of the bed, and kind of arousing too. Each bump surprised him, her abdomen against his hip, the way their feet tangled so that he lost his balance and fell backward, wrapping one arm around her back to pull her down with him. It was, he realized, a fight move. If he was going down, he took the other guy down with him. Fists did less damage than feet.
But Cady wasn’t using her fists, or her feet. Instead, she straddled his hips, swept her hair over one shoulder, and kissed him. This was better, because he had her body all along his, grounding him against her fine cotton sheets. He wrapped one arm around her torso and fisted the other into her wild hair and tightened his grip. When she gasped, he slid his tongue into her mouth, seeking the wild, the frenzy.
But she tore her mouth from his. “Slow down,” she said, a smile in her voice. “I’m not missing this opportunity.”
“To do what?”
She braced her weight on one elbow and smoothed her palm over his shoulder, then his chest. “This,” she said. “Last time I didn’t get to touch.”
He gritted his teeth. Fine. If she wanted to touch, she could touch, but distant sirens were ringing. She stroked and smoothed and petted him, dropping him into a dark velvet moment outside space and time, coaxing his muscles to relax so she could shock him with a brush of her thumbs over his nipples, or, eventually, her fingers on his button fly.
His brain was buzzing, his breathing harsh in his ears, his skin sensitized to the point where her sweater was scratchy. “Take this off,” he muttered.
Obediently she sat up and swept it over her head, transforming her hair into a witchy nimbus around her head. He looked at her smooth long underwear top and knew without touching it would also be too rough. “That too.”
Another top discarded, another inch added to Cady’s hair. “How about this?” she asked, her hands behind her back at her bra clasp.
Lace and silk, he guessed. “Yeah,” he said.
Shoulders hunched, the bra dropped forward. His eyes had adjusted to the dim light, so he could see her dark pink nipples. He swept his hands up from her narrow waist to her breasts. She gasped, dropped her head back, arched into his touch, driving her sex against his erect cock.