, slipping her arm around him, slim hand resting on his stomach. A faint tremor rippled through him at her gentle touch and he swore his deflated cock gave a little nudge of interest.
Unbelievable. He’d been wrung out until he thought he couldn’t come anymore and from one brief touch of her fingers, he was preparing for the next round.
Disposing of the condom quickly, he settled back against the pillows, his arm circling around her slim shoulders and hauling her to him. She rested her cheek against his chest, her fingers sliding across his stomach in the most provocative way. He willed his cock to stay down, at least for a few minutes.
He needed to rest before they went at it again, because they were most definitely going to go at it again and soon.
“Hmm, that was nice,” she murmured, her hand moving up to rest against his chest, fingers threading through the hairs that grew there.
Closing his eyes, he chuckled. “Nice? That’s all you can say?”
“What would you call it?”
“How about freaking amazing?”
She stiffened against him and he cursed inwardly at his blunder. This woman was about as gun shy as any sketchy criminal he’d ever met. The last thing she probably wanted to hear was him gushing on about his post-coital glow.
Grimacing, he contained the moan of frustration that wanted to spill. Shit, he didn’t think he’d ever had a post-coital glow before. This woman was getting inside his head in more ways than one.
And that wasn’t good. At all. He probably shouldn’t have done this. It was unethical for one, and if she expected anything, they were doomed.
He felt as if he had no more to give.
“It was good,” she finally said, her fingers still stroking him.
“Okay, I’ll agree with you, it was good.” He settled deeper into the mattress, lulled by her continued stroking, enjoying her touch. Her fingers were soft and tentative, her warm breath fanning against his neck, her fragrant hair tickling his nose.
All of it felt so good, so…right. A thought that made his eyes fly wide open and he stared up at the ceiling in full on panic mode.
Yeah this wasn’t good. He didn’t need to have thoughts like this, serious thoughts about a woman who was the farthest thing from serious. He should be pissed for compromising his investigation after months of hard work and long hours. All because he was turned on by this woman so badly, he couldn’t see straight. She smiled and kissed him and crooked her little finger and he went chasing after her.
“Maybe I should go home.” She spoke after too many uncomfortable minutes ticked by and slowly drew her hand away. “Maybe this wasn’t a good idea.”
It hadn’t been but at the time, he hadn’t given a damn. He should still feel that way. He shouldn’t let her leave uncomfortable and full of regret. They should enjoy this night for what it was and put it beside them when they woke tomorrow.
If it was only as easy to do as it sounded.
“Hey.” He stopped her retreating hand, wrapping his fingers around her slim wrist. She lifted her head, her big blue eyes meeting his and he saw all of the uncertainty and worry in her gaze. Immediately he wanted to reassure her, tell her everything was going to be all right. Soothe her with tender touches and soft kisses.
A wave of possessiveness he’d never experienced before washed over him. He wanted to take care of her.
“This wasn’t a mistake,” he finally said. “Don’t feel bad this happened.”
“But—”
“No buts.” He released her wrist and pressed his index finger against the center of her plump lips, then traced them slowly. “No regrets. I’m tired. You’re tired, so stay the night. I’ll take you back to your place in the morning.”
“I have to go to work in the morning.” She worried her lower lip with her teeth, a little habit he noticed she had, and he wanted to soothe that poor area on her lip with his tongue.
“I’ll wake up extra early and take you back to your place so you can get ready for work. Don’t worry.” He smoothed his other hand down her back, her silky, supple skin kick starting the fire in his gut. Moving his hand lower, he explored the lush curve of her ass with his fingers and she sighed.
“Your skin is so soft,” he whispered. It was. He’d never felt skin so smooth.
“Nate,” she whispered and he liked hearing her sweet voice say his name.
“What?” Up and down, he stroked her ass, thankful she wasn’t too skinny. He liked a woman with real curves.
Another sigh escaped her and her legs parted a bit. An invitation allowing him further access maybe?