“MY FEET HURT,” Cady whispered in Patton’s ear.
“I love it when you talk dirty,” he answered.
She laughed, staring up at him.
The dance floor was almost deserted now. Bianca and Zach—the bride and groom—had left, the party was winding down and it was time for Cady’s surprise.
“Does that mean you’re ready to go?” she asked.
“Go?” he asked. “I thought we were staying here tonight?” He gave her a wicked look.
“We are...” She took his hand and tugged him off the dance floor. “But first we’re taking a field trip.” She didn’t stop until they walked out the front doors of the hotel. “If you’re up for it?” she asked.
Patton’s jaw clenched tightly as he inspected the limo that waited. When he looked at her, she didn’t need to hear him say, “Oh, I’m up for it.”
The driver opened the door and Cady climbed right in. Patton’s hands were on her before the door was shut.
“Tell me about this fantasy, Detective,” she whispered, tilting her head back for a kiss.
“How about I show you?” he asked, pressing his lips to her neck. His hand rested on her thigh, burning through the silk of her bridesmaid dress. When he lifted his head, she twisted her fingers in his hair and tugged his mouth to hers.
The lights from the city outside spilled into the cab, just enough light to see him. And how much he wanted her.
His fingers were quick on the zipper of her dress. The straps slipped off her shoulders and the dress slid down, pooling around her waist. He pulled the skirt up, revealing her thigh-high stockings and garter belt. “Damn, Cady,” he murmured, running his fingers along the garter ties. “You’re beautiful.” He looked at her. His hunger was raw, his control on the edge. But she saw love in his gaze and felt it in her heart. She’d never felt as beautiful, as desired.
“Kiss me,” she whispered, leaning into his hands—and his mouth.
He did. His tongue stroked the seam of her lips, asking for more. Her lips parted beneath his, his kiss making her limbs weak and her body throb.
How he managed to remove her panties, she didn’t know. One minute she was beside him, the next she straddled him, his head falling back against the seat as he slid deep inside of her.
“I like this fantasy,” she whispered, unbuttoning his shirt to touch him.
His hands gripped her hips. “We’re just getting started,” he promised.
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