Night had fallen. Witt dropped Max at her apartment, plopping her overnighter on the rug in the middle of her barren room.
He turned and with two strides backed her up against the wall by the door. His scent surrounded her. Strength, power, warmth.
With his hand beneath her chin, he tipped her head back. “Stay put until I call.”
She didn’t answer. She’d give Witt a chance to do what he said he’d do. And if he couldn’t...
He swooped down and took her lips in a hard kiss. She opened, drinking him in. Desperation made her claw at his shoulders, hugging him close. She rose on her tiptoes to flatten her torso to his. His heat beat against her heart, filled her mouth, but her fingers remained frozen.
“Don’t make me have to save you again.”
She closed her eyes against the laser blue of his gaze. She would give anything not to force him to actions they’d both live with for the rest of their lives. She feared Bud Traynor wouldn’t give her a choice.
He held her chin firmly. “I don’t like that look in your eye.”
“What look?”
“Don’t play innocent. You’re already planning how you’re going to sneak out without me knowing.” He suddenly grabbed her thighs, hauled her up, and wrapped her legs around his waist, then pressed his erection to her crotch.
She gasped and felt a trickle of answering moisture between her legs. “How can you be hard at a time like this?”
He grinned ferociously. “Haven’t you noticed you always make me hard?”
“No, I haven’t. Now put me down.”
He braced her against the wall and ground into her. It didn’t hurt. It turned her hot and wanting. Wet. “Detective,” she warned.
“Max,” he mimicked. Then he took her mouth once more. He forced her wide, demanding her tongue, sucking her soul from her. “If I tire you out, you won’t be able to go anywhere.” He pressed harder between her thighs, spreading her legs to the maximum.
“That’s not fair.” But he found the right rhythm, the right angle, melding her panties to her clitoris and stroking her with the material as if it were his tongue.
“Tell me you don’t want it.”
“I—” She couldn’t tell him because he’d invaded her mouth again and stolen her breath. It would have been a lie anyway. She wanted him to fill her up. She had so many cold empty places, so many more than she’d had when they left for Michigan. When he let go of her lips, she practically begged. “All right. If you’ve got to do me before you go, do me.”
He chuckled. “Love to hear that enthusiasm bubbling over.” He let her slide to the floor, then tugged at her snap of her pants. She toed off her shoes. He slid her panties, pants, and socks off in one smooth move. Then he reached to his back pocket.
“Do not tell me you’re carrying condoms in your pocket.”
He held one up in front of her nose.
“Bastard.”
“You’re happy I thought ahead.” He flicked a finger across her hard nipple. “Very happy.”
She was naked from the waist down. He still had on his jacket and jeans. All it took was a quick ziiiiiip and little hand movement, and he was ready.
“Aren’t we even going to take off our coats?”
He shook his head, then hoisted her into the same position against the wall. “Ready?”
She leaned back and tested herself. She was getting sort of used to touching herself for him. He liked it. She couldn’t say why. But his eyes went all dark and hot, his breath hitched, and his condom-encased cock seemed to grow another inch.
“Roger,” she said.
She expected him to slam home. Instead, he held her with one hand beneath her butt and stroked her clit with the tip of his penis. The weird latex friction made her wriggle in his arms.
“Hello? I said I’m ready.”
He looked down, ignoring her, seemingly mesmerized by the sight of his cock entering her. A soft meld. He eased his crown inside her, pumped lightly. Her body grasped at him.
“Doesn’t this feel good?” he murmured.
She held onto his arms as his legs began to quiver beneath her. “Yes, it feels good. But—”
“Shh. Feel it, Max. That slow glide inside you. Savor every centimeter as it enters.”
She closed her eyes, let her head fall back against the wall and gave herself up to the sensations he wanted her to study. His pubic hair teased her clitoris. The muscles of his arms rippled. His nipples were cherry-tight against her fingers. The head of his cock hit a tender, sensitive spot, slid across it, and set fire to her flesh. The ridge caught a moment as he pulled back out. Rocking gently, he caressed that inner spot again and again. She moaned. With her eyes closed, the sensations intensified, his breath beat in her hair, and inside her body tried to tighten and hold him.