They digested the idea in silence for a few moments.
Then Max couldn’t help herself. “Is it appropriate for me to ask you to make love to me right after we’ve decided there’s a thirty-year-old unsolved murder?”
Witt blinked, then stared at her.
Max resisted chewing on her lip nervously. “This is about you, because I want you. Not because of anything ... else.”
“And murder makes you hot?” His eyes gleamed.
“Not exactly.” He made her hot. And they were sitting on a bed. Alone. Together. Between yesterday and last night, he’d had her three times, if you considered that mutual masturbation was sex. “It seemed like a way to end the evening on a more positive note.”
He laughed. “That’s a ... different way of looking at it.”
She liked it when he laughed and smiled. Really, she hated having him mad at her. Or stern. She shrugged in answer.
“What exactly did you have in mind?”
“Well.” She looked down at the sudden tightness of his jeans. “I was thinking that I would very much like to take you in my mouth.” She smiled brightly, then rushed the next words. “And suck you till you scream.”
He wiped all expression from his face and tilted his head back and forth. Like a dog who smells a treat coming his way. “Tell me more before I decide.”
She had him. But he wanted to play first. God. It felt good. She hadn’t played at sex or making love in so damn long. “I seem to remember that I like the taste of you.” She licked her lips. His pupils dilated. “And I really like the way you grab my hair and make me take you deep.”
Flashes of heat winked in his eyes. “Did the initials BJ have anything to do with this sudden desire?”
“I have to admit, it got me thinking.”
“Wasn’t just murder talk that got you hot?”
She cupped the very hard spot in his jeans. “I’m still hot from last night.”
“Hmm.” He twisted his lips as if he really had to think about whether he’d allow her the blowjob.
“Please, please, please, Detective Long, come in my mouth.”
“Since you ask so sweetly, it would be churlish to refuse.”
Not to mention downright idiotic. Guys didn’t turn down blowjobs. Did they? “I promise I’ll make it really good.”
He chuckled. “Counting on it.”
She slipped to her knees between his legs. He leaned back far enough for her to get a good handle on his belt and zipper. “Oh my, what a big ... thing you have,” she murmured when he sprang free of his underwear.
“It’s not a thing. It’s my family jewel.”
He lifted when she tugged on his jeans and pulled them to his ankles. Leaning down, she licked his testicles. “These are the family jewels.” She followed through with a long swipe to the head of his cock. “This is my jewel. Oh look, there’s a little pearl right on the top. Must be mine, too.” She sucked it off, holding him a long two seconds in her mouth.
A sigh rumbled up from his belly. “I’m all yours, sweetheart, if you don’t stop.”
“Put your hands in my hair and make me take it.” She went all hot and gushy inside with the thought of all that beautiful hard meat deep enough to touch her throat.
Shoveling through her hair, he pushed her down, and at the same time his hips surged up to meet her. She held on to his thighs with both hands. Her nose got buried in his flannel shirt, still smelling of laundry soap. He was deep, as deep as she could take him without choking. Juice bathed her tongue. She hummed her pleasure, knowing the sound would vibrate against him.
Sliding back, she sucked hard all the way. His fingers tensed against her scalp, and he blew a noise through his teeth. When she looked up, he’d thrown his head back.
“Stand up and make love to my mouth as if you were inside me,” she begged. The idea was sexy and erotic and turned her legs to jelly.
He rose, planted one hand on her cheek and cupped the back of her head with the other. She clutched his hips and held on. She gave up all control to him. He simply fucked her mouth, dipping, bending, rocking, then finally driving hard. She took him all and loved it. Tears came to her eyes, and she moaned in time with his thrusts. Her nails dug into his flanks.
Then he groaned, his body jerked, and he held her flush against him. His warm, salty essence filled her mouth, the scent of his soap and exertion filled her nose, and soft flannel caressed her cheek. She drank, milking him for the last drops, swallowed, then circled his crown with her tongue.
His breath beat against the air, and his pulse throbbed against her ear. He held her close to him for the longest time.
Finally, she pushed against him and looked up. She wondered if he’d watched the whole time or if he’d had to close his eyes when the orgasm hit him. No matter, now he gazed down at her with tipped head and a question darkening his eyes.