Cam nodded. “Nothing faster. I know we have plans for tomorrow, but want to grab a bite and talk it over?”
She started to decline. With how backed up the department was because of the storm, she should decline. But he seemed…worried. Or something. Besides, she was off for the night, and the idea of spending time with Cam sent a thrill jittering around her belly.
“Sure, but you’re buying.” She broke off another stick from her Kit Kat and pointed it at him. He leaned forward and bit it out of her hand, which so should not have lit her up with all kinds of erotic fantasies. Heat shot straight between her thighs and she looked around, afraid that somehow, someone had noticed her sudden arousal. She was in a room full of detectives, after all, but the only person the least bit interested in the flush riding her cheeks was Cam. He grinned and slung an arm over her shoulders, all buddy-buddy like, but the warmth radiating from him only amped up her desire.
They made it as far as the parking lot.
Cam crushed her up against his SUV’s door, and his mouth descended, hot and demanding, full of erotic temptation. The heat she’d felt with his embrace inside was nothing like the inferno that engulfed her now, and the freezing wind whipping her hair around her head went unnoticed. She clutched his shoulders, dragging him in tighter, needing him closer.
He grinned into the kiss. “Demanding.”
“Horny,” she corrected.
He patted her ass. “Maybe we can do something about that later.”
Later?
Christ, she was so hot, she was surprised her skin wasn’t steaming right now.
Cam laughed and backed away. In his absence, the cold air slapped some sense into her and she straightened her twisted coat, scanning the parking lot to make sure nobody saw that moment of indiscretion with her best friend. She must be losing her ever-loving mind.
Cam nudged her aside, then opened the car door for her. She wanted to kick him for it. Her feelings must have been broadcasted loud and clear in her expression because his grin only widened, and he added a quick bow and a murmured, “My lady,” before shutting the door.
She punched his bicep when he climbed into the driver’s side. “You’re such an asshat.”
“You wouldn’t want me any other way.”
Grumbling, she slouched into the seat and watched the passing streets. Sad truth was, he’d hit the nail on the head. She didn’t want him any other way…
Well, except maybe naked.
She studied him from the corner of her eye, noting the strain at the front of his jeans. She let her fingers follow her gaze, trailing them lightly over the bulge.
Cam sucked in a sharp breath.
Yeah, naked would be really good. She made short work of his button, slid down his zipper, and freed his cock. He growled as she stroked him, helpless to do anything because he had to keep his hands on the wheel and eyes on the road. For once, he was completely in her control. She liked it.
“Eva,” he groaned.
“Betcha can’t make it until we get to Maguire’s.”
“You’re evil.”
“Nope. Told you, just horny.”
“What do I get if I make it?”
She licked her lips and leaned over the center console. “Me.”
…
Cam hit the gas, taking every shortcut he knew. Maguire’s wasn’t far from the police department, but with heaps of snow blocking some roads, the trip took twice as long. He whipped into the parking lot as the light suction of her mouth sent every muscle in his body into spasms. At six-thirty at night, the lot was mostly empty, and he parked as far back as possible, tucked in the shadow of a dark office building. He left the SUV running, but switched off the lights and shoved his seat back. Eva was already a step ahead of him, shimmying out of her pants, pulling aside her panties, and straddling his lap.
The first penetration made them both groan. Perfect. He had the oddest sense of coming home.
Then she fused her mouth over his and he held her hips steady as he pumped into her, the sex fast and dirty, more about release than connection. When she came, her body clamped down so hard, she squeezed his release from him.
Eva collapsed forward, her forehead resting on his shoulder as she trembled through the aftershocks. “Whew. I’ve been wanting to do that all week.”
“Me, too.” He raised a hand to stroke her hair and back, but caught himself. Friends with benefits. Not lovers. Right. To cover his gaffe, he instead ran his fingers through his own hair. “Why didn’t you call?”
Lifting her head, she smiled down at him. “I thought about it. More than once, but everything has been so crazy since the storm…” She trailed off and bit her lower lip in a way that was both vulnerable and insanely sexy. “I missed you, though.”
Throat suddenly thick with emotion, Cam nodded. “Same here.”