He shoved inside her with one hard thrust, sliding one arm under her to grip the front of her shoulder, and keeping the other tangled in her hair. Without giving her time to adjust, without pausing, he started to pound. With every hard thrust, he yanked her shoulder back, forcing her ass to hit his groin.
She moaned and rocked against him. “More.”
He gave her more. For the first time, he held nothing back, pounding into her, going so deep he’d never be free. Her walls gripped him, keeping him in so much heat his blood boiled.
A tremor started inside her, cascading along his shaft. She stiffened and arched her back, crying out his name. He pounded harder, making her take more, making her ride the waves even when she gasped out uncontrollable murmurs. Electricity clawed down his spine to grip his balls. His eyes shut, and white sparks flashed behind his eyelids. He gripped her, holding on, and came hard.
Slowly, he returned to reality and released her hair.
Her head dropped down, and she sighed. The sound of their panting filled the cab of the truck, while steam covered the windows. He withdrew, falling to sit, pulling her damp body around to straddle him. She snuggled her face into his neck, and her body went limp against him.
He rubbed her back, struggling for air. “You are a lot of work, darlin’.”
She chortled against his neck before pushing back to face him. Both hands shoved his wet hair away from his face, and she smacked a gentle kiss on his lips. “Sorry I had you arrested. I was hurt you lied to me about Spike.”
Just when he’d fucked her silly, definitely had gotten the upper hand, she turned all sweet on him. He sighed. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about Spike. I figured the less you knew, the safer you’d be.” Actually, that turned out to be the exact opposite.
She bit her lip. “How much trouble are we in, immortal world-wise?”
He rolled his eyes. “Much less than we should be, but now I owe the king a favor, which is never a good thing.” But he’d pay the piper when the marker came due; it was something to worry about another day. “For now, let’s compare research so we can put this fucking case to bed. For good.” If they worked together, at least he could keep an eye on her.
She gasped, struggling against him. “Oh, God. There are cameras out here.”
“They’re down right now and have been since the king was in the vicinity.” Kell sighed. “Again, you’re a lot of work, Alexandra.” He grinned, his heart lighter than it had been since he’d met her. They’d figure it out. All of it.
Chapter 33
After an incredibly good night’s sleep, Lex finished dressing, her mind a whirl. She and Kell had reached an agreement to work together, and after they’d picked up her sister and mother, they’d all had a nice dinner together. Her mother had pretty much fallen in love with Kell, and the sentiment appeared to be mutual.
Then Lex had wild witch sex for several hours before jumping into dreamland, only to awaken to find the condo empty. Kell had left to track down a lead, while her mom and sister had gone to a spa with Simone, with Adam Dunne as bodyguard, if the note was to be believed.
Lex grinned and shoved silver earrings through her lobes. Tori could befriend anybody.
Of course, if Kell was correct, Lex and Simone were more alike than Lex had originally thought. Maybe she should make an effort with the stunning witch.
Whistling, Lex strode through the apartment for the kitchen, only to draw up short at Daire glaring at Kell’s industrial latte machine. He stood in beyond old jeans, bare feet, and a T-shirt that may have been blue decades ago. “Daire?”
The enforcer turned around. Dark stubble covered his jaw, and the thick hair on his head was ruffled. Lines fanned out from his multi-green colored eyes. “I’ll give you a million dollars if you’ll make me a cup of coffee. My maker broke, and this one has too many damn buttons. What’s wrong with coffee grounds and a bloomin’ pot over a fire?”
Her eyebrows rose. “Dude. How old are you?”
He blinked. “Old enough not to be called dude.” Desperation, the real kind, flitted across his chiseled face. “Please, Alexandra. Coffee.”
She bit back a laugh and gestured toward the stools across from the granite kitchen bar. “Sit.”
He nodded and crossed around to sit. “Spent the night at Titans of Fire drinking tequila.”
Lex shoved a coffee cup under Kell’s latte machine, filled the grounds, and quickly pushed buttons to make a quad. “Do you want steamed milk or any of the flavorings?” Several syrups lined the counter.
“God, no. Do I look like I want steamed friggin’ milk?” Daire muttered.
She turned around. “Good lord, you’re a grouch in the morning.”
“It has been said.” He nodded, obviously not taking offense.
She quickly handed over the hot quad-shot, watching with wide eyes as he tipped back the entire thing and handed the cup toward her.
“Another.”