“Please.”
“No.”
Startled, she opened her eyes and looked at the ceil ing. No? A man who said no? In bed? Before she could puzzle that out, Luke pushed another finger inside her. Tessa cried out at the delicious pressure, but true to his word, he didn’t quicken his pace. He stroked her slow and steady until she was so close she dug her fingernails into his arm. Oh, God, everything was so tight.
“Please,” she whispered again. “Please, please, please.” But Luke was heartless. He ignored her begging. He ignored her clawing nails. And his ruthlessness finally paid off. The tension slipped higher and higher, and when it broke inside her, Tessa cried out on a wordless scream. Her hips jerked. Her thighs trembled. And Luke didn’t let up until her final, broken whimper.
“Oh, God,” she panted. “Luke… That was…”
As her heartbeat slowed, she realized he was breathing nearly as hard as she was. Poor guy. He was probably in a world of hurt. But her limbs were just so heavy. Tessa stretched hard, sighing when his fingers slipped free of her.
She never wanted to move again, but this man deserved her very best effort. He’d clearly given his.
His hand slid up to grip her hip as if he were afraid he’d float right off the earth if he didn’t hold on. She loved that she was his anchor, if only for this one brief moment.
Fighting the urge to close her eyes and melt into the couch, Tessa ran her fingers down his side. “You still awake?”
“Oh, you’re funny,” he said gruffly.
“Not sleepy, Detective? Can I call you detective?”
“No.”
She scooted on her side to face him, then wound one leg around his thighs to settle herself nicely against him. “Maybe sometimes?” she purred. “Detective?”
His eyes glittered behind his lashes. “Maybe, sometimes,” he said. “If you’re good.”
His wicked smile surprised her. So did the strength of his hands as he lifted her up.
“Have I been good?” she asked in a breathless voice.
Luke helped her to her feet and stood himself, nearly flush against her. “Not yet,” he said. He pulled her T-shirt over her head. “But soon. Very soon.”
THE BARE SKIN of her back felt like silk beneath his fingertips. Silk or satin or some other unbearably beautiful thing. Something smooth and warm and delicate. Another time, when he wasn’t shaking with need, he’d put his lips to every inch of her skin. But tonight he felt too close to breaking, so he only unclasped her bra before he got too clumsy with lust.
He felt like he was in high school again, making out with this impossibly cute girl on her living room sofa, overwhelmed with the thought that he was about to see her naked.
Luke slid off her bra and smoothed a hand over her ribs until he cupped her breast. She sighed just as he knew she would, then made a low purring noise when he rubbed her nipple between his fingers. He would’ve spent a few minutes on that alone, but Tessa pushed her own jeans down, and how was he supposed to resist that?
Meaning to help ease her jeans off, he lowered himself to the couch, but the sight of her body caught him up like a trap. Her breasts were small and gorgeous. The nipples deep pink and hard with arousal. And as she pushed her jeans farther down, her panties slid off, too, and Luke just sat there like an idiot, his hands on her bare hips as he tried to divide his attention between her breasts and the golden brown hair between her legs. He touched her, and found her still slick from her orgasm, and couldn’t resist sliding his fingers into that heat.
“God,” she groaned as he put his mouth to her waist and bit gently up to her ribs. “Luke. I need…”
Yeah, he knew what she needed, so he shoved her jeans the rest of the way down and pulled them from her legs. And now his own need had set upon him with all the finesse of a bare-knuckled fist. It was all he could think. Inside her. Now. Now.
Luke leaned back on the couch to tear at the button of his pants. Just as he got the button free, she straddled him, settling her ass against his knees. Her legs were spread now, her sex plump and wet, and Luke felt brutal as an animal as she reached for his zipper. Everything in his mind and body had focused on her. Her thighs and sex and her hands reaching in to—
“Christ,” he rasped as her fingers wrapped around his shaft. She stroked him as if he needed more stimulation, and Luke saw stars.
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“Very nice, Detective,” she crooned, her sweet grin completely at odds with the dirty picture she presented. “Is this all for me?”
Oh, God. It hurt to laugh, but he found himself chuckling and groaning at the same time. Then her fingers traced around the head of his cock, and he was shaking again. He was glad she felt playful, but damned if he could take it a moment longer. Luke slid his hand into his back pocket to wrestle his wallet out. As he pulled a condom from it, Tessa put her knees more firmly to the couch and scooted closer to him. She took the condom from his hand and rolled it on. Her smile was gone now, too, and her breath came faster.
As he watched, she fisted his shaft and positioned herself above him. For a moment, they both stopped, waiting, and then Luke put his hands to her hips and slid her down.
Her pussy squeezed him in pure heat. When it felt too tight, even for him, he raised her up a tiny bit before easing her down again. “Fuck,” he whispered, watching his cock penetrate her.