Each brush of his lips, every whisk of his tongue elicited a quickening of her entire body. Whenever his mouth withdrew to take a love bite from her inner thigh or to plant a kiss on her mound, her back bowed, her hips thrust upward in a restless, desperate yearning for him to find the one spot he had kissed around but had yet to touch.
It wasn’t until she groaned his name that he obliged her, but tantalizingly, applying his tongue so softly, so exquisitely that her breaths evolved into moans, and her body drew up tight. Attuned to her, he centered the caresses, concentrated them into ever-shrinking spirals, until the sensations painted onto her coalesced into a burst of pleasure so intense, she couldn’t contain it.
He levered himself up and, with one strong thrust, he was inside her, appeasing her craving to be stretched, filled. He trapped her orgasmic cries inside a kiss and then let her drift down and rest while he sipped at her earlobes, her eyelids, her lips.
Her mouth opened beneath his, and the sweet kiss turned evocative. His tongue coupled with her mouth as his hips engaged in an erotic rhythm. He moved in and out of her in breath-stealing juts and glides.
Each stroke brought her closer to another orgasm, and when she was once again on the brink, he slid one hand under her bottom to hold her in place as he targeted several rapid thrusts that sent her over. Then he buried himself deep.
His climax was shattering, long, intense.
Eventually they recovered, but when he would have left her, she murmured a wordless complaint and he resettled heavily atop her.
Speaking low against her neck, he said, “Where’d you learn to fuck like that? Law school?”
“No, here. Tonight.”
She felt his smile against neck. Levering himself up, he looked into her face. “That night, after the shooting, and we were talking there in the hallway of police headquarters?”
She nodded.
“This is what I was thinking about,” he said, and made a nudging motion.
“You weren’t!”
He gave a purely masculine and unrepentant shrug. “You were so buttoned up in your dark suit and blue shirt. Held together so tight. All the time I was trying to make conversation, I was wondering, ‘Just how tight she is.’ Thinking about it was driving me crazy.”
“You hated me.”
“I did. Didn’t stop me from wanting to fuck you.” He rubbed his lips across hers, which had parted in shock. “I also thought it would never happen. Not in a million years.”
“A million years or a few hours. I was easy.”
He left her and, falling onto his back, he said, “In no way has this been easy, Holly.” Raising his head, he looked down the length of his body. “I can’t even get naked first.”
He remedied that by tugging off his boots and socks, then working off his wet jeans. Before tossing them to the floor, he removed a pistol from the holster clipped to the waistband.
“You told me you weren’t armed.”
“When I told you that I wasn’t. I borrowed this from Joe.” He sat the pistol on the nightstand.
“Borrowed?”
“If he misses it, I’ll beg forgiveness.” He lay down and drew her to him. Now skin to skin for the first time, he passed his hand over her bottom and gave a grunt of satisfaction. “Better.”
“Much.” She plucked a few strands of his chest hair. “I didn’t know this was here.”
“Do you mind it?”
In answer she rubbed her cheek against it, then pressed a kiss on the warm skin underneath. “How long had you been inside the house?”
“When Neal and Nugent left? About ten minutes.”
“Ten minutes!”
He fondled her breast, asking thoughtfully, “Am I ever going to see these in the light? They feel great. What do they look like?”
“The plan was for you to wait until they’d gone before you came in.”
“I was getting soaked. Besides, I wanted to hear what they had to say.”
He’d been surprised when she’d stopped the car and abruptly told him to get out. Then she’d outlined her plan, and, as she’d told the detectives, he had initially resisted the idea of her sheltering him overnight. But she had finally made him see reason. Every other place he could go would be watched—he couldn’t just wander the streets in the rain, and he needed rest and refueling.
The agreement had been reached about a mile away from her house. He’d had to go that distance on foot while she returned home and confronted the detectives.
“I stopped on the way to make a couple of calls,” he told her now, “but got here and let myself in—”
“Remind me to relock that window.”
“I got here in time to hear that you’re very attracted to me.”
“I told you I wouldn’t lie to the police.”
“So it’s true then?”
“True.” She could tell by his grin that he liked hearing that. “It was Marilyn who put me into mind of hiding in plain sight.”
“Please,” he groaned. “Don’t mention her. I don’t want to lose what I’ve got going here.” He captured her hand, sucked her thumb into his mouth, making it good and wet, then dragged it down and pressed it against the crown of his penis. “Work that wicked magic again.” He closed his eyes and exhaled deeply as she began a gentle, rotating massage.