“It’s a 1979 Jeep Cherokee Golden Eagle. You don’t love it?”
“No, I do love it,” I told him, smiling, getting in when he opened the door for me. Leaning sideways, I popped the lock on the driver’s side door, threw my duffel in the back, and waited for him to get in.
“It’s vintage, right?” he asked as he slid in behind the wheel and turned to me.
Staring at him, I felt my heart stutter, and there was this heat, this primal, base need in me, and even though it was stupid, and he was supposed to be protecting me, I didn’t care.
“What?” he husked, his head against the rest, smiling at me, looking like he was drunk.
“I need a shower,” I told him. “And then, maybe once I’m clean, you’ll let me get in your bed.”
He swallowed hard, and I watched his throat work and saw the slight tremble. “There’s no ‘maybe,’ and you can get in my bed right fuckin’ now.”
Reaching for him, I slipped my right hand around the side of his neck and pulled him to me, hard and fast. His lips parted, and I heard the soft indrawn breath before I devoured him.
The raw, aching moan came from the back of his throat as I plundered and sucked, nibbling on his lush bottom lip, wanting him closer, tugging on his suit jacket until he climbed over the console between us, scrambling into my lap, straddling my hips as he ground his mouth down over mine.
Making quick work of his belt, I was in his pants, my hand slipping beneath the elastic waistband of his briefs and fisting his semi-hard cock in a matter of seconds.
His kisses deepened, became mauling, endless and consuming as he shoved into my hand as I stroked him, not gentle, loving that he was coming undone with my touch.
“Croy,” he rasped, shuddering in my grip, “we have to stop. I… Croy.”
He had no idea who he was dealing with.
Reaching for the lever beside my seat, I reclined fast, and he fell over me. Lifting him up, I performed a maneuver I hadn’t used since high school and rolled him to his back before I swallowed him to the hilt in one seamless, fluid motion.
He howled my name, and it was loud in the small space of the car. The good news was that he’d parked far from the elevators, and it was Vegas, so people were walking the Strip or gambling or drinking, not loitering in the parking lot. So there was no one to witness me sucking the man off.
“You’re gonna… I’m gonna,” he chanted, hands in my hair, careful not to pull even as I made the suction harder.
I knew what I was doing. My mouth was wet and hot, like a velvet vise, my tongue sliding over his length, his hard, silky length buried in the back of my throat as I worked his flesh, and when he arched up off the seat, I took him in. And hands that had been gentle, the touch hesitant, now held me there, immobile, fingers tangled in my hair as he came.
I drank him down, swallowing around him, and then licked him clean, the twitch that bordered on pain letting me know he was oversensitized, not to be confused with the aftershocks that rolled through him. When I lifted my head, the tip of his cock slipping from between my lips, he reached for me, hands on the sides of my neck until I pressed down over him and he could kiss me again.
He sucked on my tongue, tasting himself, before licking over my swollen lips and wrapping his arms around my neck, holding me there as he kissed me breathless.
When I smiled against his mouth, he let me go just enough to note the besotted look on his face. It was beautiful to see. “You like me,” I teased him.
He nodded slowly, and I bent and kissed him again, one kiss becoming another and another, until his breath caught and he had to turn his head to breathe.
“I—that was safe, what you did,” he said gruffly, those eyes of his soft and warm and vulnerable. “I can show you; we get tested and––”
“I wouldn’t have done it if I wasn’t sure,” I told him.
His face clenched up and he turned his head, trying to hide, even though we were too close for him to manage it.
“Hey,” I murmured, and his hooded gaze lifted to mine.
“I don’t––” His voice cracked, went out on him. “Look broken to you?”
I brushed the gorgeous gold-and-copper mane away from his face. “Banged up a bit, but not broken,” I told him. “And I’ve noticed things about you.”
“What things?”
“You take a lot of pride in your job, and you’re careful with the safety of others.”
One hand slipped to my cheek as his other arm remained draped around my shoulder, and I saw his gaze slip to my mouth.