She laughs, but then stops laughing when she sees me snag another condom and slip it in place. I yank her to me, stamping my lips onto her eager mouth.
Damn. I’m starting to think that maybe I can’t get enough of this girl.
My knuckles graze over her nipples. I inch away to admire my handiwork. Her breath comes faster as her doe eyes alternate between watching me play and returning to my face. God, does she know what she’s doing to me?
I slide my hand down her flat stomach, between her legs, and…
Oh, shit.
Tess cranes her neck, moaning when my fingers easily slip in. Yeah, she’s ready for me, too. She reaches for me, but I whirl her around and press a hand between her shoulder blades, enough so she’ll bend over and spread her legs for me.
My body shudders as I make my way in, feeling her slick heat grip me tight. Tess grunts with my first thrust and whimpers at my second, and third, like she’s crying. I wind my hand under her arm to turn her face so I can see her, the urge to pound into her tightening my vocal cords. “Am I hurting you, beautiful?”
She whines a little, making me feel like I am. “No.”
“You sure?”
“Yes.” She tosses me a sinful look that almost brings me to my knees. “It just feels really good.”
I kiss her mouth and whisper against her lips. “What does, this?” I thrust, hard.
She curses and yanks on the sheer curtains. I hold still, knowing I’m driving her crazy by waiting. She glances over her shoulder again, her gaze steamy and her smile more nymph than lawyer. But then she does something I don’t expect. She tightens around me and moves her perfect ass in circling motions, slowly at first, until she has me falling forward from the feel of her riding me.
“Something wrong, cop?” she purrs.
Yeah, you can say it’s then that I completely lose it.
I clench her hips and drive into her while she rolls her ass, swearing as her body and mine collide. It’s like the first time I had sex: no grace, no technique, no nothing, just grinding away like I’m about to get caught. But no one will catch us, and my stamina is better than ever.
“Oh, God!” Tess screams. “Oh, God!” She grips the curtains, ripping them down, and Lord help me, I can’t stop.
My pounding is so forceful, her body slides against the glass. She fastens her hands to the frame to keep her balance. It takes some doing and a lot of focus, but I keep it up for one long while.
When I finally come, it’s potent, like a rush of adrenaline slamming into me at once. Her grunts, those moans, the spasms gripping me inside her, damn. There’s only so much a man can take.
I fall back, taking her with me. We land on our sides and on the hard wood, our bodies covered with sweat and both of us winded, gulping for air.
“I guess I should go to work now,” I gasp.
She laughs, only to quiver when I pull out. I roll her onto her back and push up on my forearms to hover above her. The smile she greets me with has me leaning into her for another long kiss. What the hell, I still have another twenty minutes.
A hard knock on her door has her jumping. It’s not Lu. This knock is angry. I wrench myself to my feet, reaching for my pants, and my gun. I check the chamber. “Stay here,” I tell her.
She clasps my wrist. “No, it’s okay. I know who it is.”
I pull on my pants when she releases me, but I keep my gun close. She glances around, frazzled, and then rushes to her dresser. “Tess, who is it?”
Another knock comes, this one more impatient. She stops dead in the middle of scrambling through her drawers. “Curran, it’s my father.”
It’s then that authoritative voice that threatened to kick my ass out of school barks in the hall. “Contessa. I know you’re in there.”