Fall for You

by Angela Verdenius

  “Don’t you ever leave in a car when you’re upset.”

  “What?” She blinked.

  “Are you all right?”

  “What?” she repeated stupidly.

  “Molly, think.”

  “I am thinking,” she replied irritably.

  “Are you with me?”

  “What kind of a question is that?”

  “Don’t you ever leave in a car when you’re upset,” he repeated. “Do you understand?”

  “Are you telling me what to do?”

  “Right now, yes.”

  She hung up on him. How dare he! Pushing upright, she stormed into the kitchen and slung her bag on the table. Of all the jerks! Did he really think foraging in her panties gave him the right to tell her what to do?

  Downing a glass of water, she dumped the glass back onto the draining board and headed for the shower.

  Now she was good and mad, her temper not improving by the time she climbed into bed. Manoeuvring around the lump under the doona that was Oscar already asleep and refusing to be disturbed, Molly punched the pillow several times before lying down to stare at the Tiffany lamp on the bedside table.

  Nope, she was too mad to sleep.

  Grabbing the book beside the lamp base, she rolled to her back and pulled herself up in the bed to rest against the pillow.

  Bloody men. Bloody dominant men who thought they could tell her what to do right after - don’t think about it!

  Concentrating on the book was hard, especially when she half expected to hear the heavy rumble of Kirk’s motorcycle coming down the driveway. There was no way she could imagine him putting up with anyone hanging up on him. Her nerves were purely from anger, she assured herself.

  He didn’t come. Perversely, that annoyed her even more.

  Bloody men.

  ~*~

  After a night of dreams plagued with images that had her waking in a slight sweat and aching loins - really, she must have pulled something when cleaning the previous day - she had a cool shower before dressing and putting her hair up in a ponytail for the day’s work.

  In the kitchen she gave Oscar a plate of sardines in oil. He devoured it while she sipped on an apple juice. When he sat in front of the empty bowl and looked up at her, she was unable to deny his big, beseeching eyes. Cracking open another tin, she tipped the contents onto his plate, smiling when he scoffed it down.

  He actually burped before crossing to the door and disappearing through the cat flap.

  Taking the bag out of the kitchen bin, she replaced it with a clean bag, opened the windows wide and took the bag out to the wheelie bin. While outside, she stretched leisurely, rubbing her eyes with the heels of her hand before standing and looking around.

  Everything was peaceful. Cars sounded on the road, people going about their Saturday jobs. She should probably start, too. Work would definitely keep her mind from what had happened.

  With a last glance at the countryside, she ran lightly up the steps, entering the kitchen only to give a startled jump at finding Kirk leaning against the kitchen bench.

  “What the hell?” Hand to heart, she glared at him. “You scared the living hell out of me!”

  “Did I?” He took another bite out of the apple he held.

  “Yes, you did.” Man, she was getting all kinds of flustered seeing him, remembering what he’d done to her. Plus the fact he was a sight for sore eyes in those jeans that hugged his strong thighs, the old t-shirt that moulded to his muscled torso and showed off the swells of his biceps and triceps in a most mouth-watering way. Even his sneakers made his big feet look good.

  Not that she was noticing. “What do you want?”

  Slowly he chewed on the bite of apple as he continued studying her.

  Hands on hips, she glared at him, refusing to show her jangling nerves. “You going to stand and eat or tell me what’s on your mind?” A sudden thought made her eyebrows arch. “Oohh, I get it. You’re here to yell at me.”

  “Am I?” Coolly, he took another bite.

  “You’re cracking a sad because I dared to hang up on you.”

  This time he didn’t answer, just kept his gaze on her.

  Tossing her head, she folded her arms. “You don’t tell me what to do, Kirk.”

  No answer, just that steady look.

  Fine, two could play at the silence game.

  Angrily, she held his gaze.

  Man, he could hold silence in a very threatening way. His gaze never wavered, his mouth didn’t stop, that strong jaw moving with every bite and chew of the apple. He held the apple, teeth cracking off bite after bite as he just looked at her.

  Not stare, just look. Steadily.

  Molly had to force herself to return it, even though her breath was picking up a notch and her nerves were chattering, telling her this wasn’t good, this was bad. Very bad. Matching him look for look just couldn’t be good.

  She was basically challenging him, and challenging Kirk wasn’t smart.

  Okay, under his gaze she could acknowledge he was right, she shouldn’t have gotten into a car and driven off into the dark while unable to concentrate properly, but damned if she was going to admit it.

  Not to him, and not now.

  She watched apprehensively as he took the last bite of apple and casually tossed it into the little bin, the lid flapping as the core hit it and disappeared from view. Straightening, he wiped his hands meticulously on the clean tea towel. Then he walked right up to her.

  Bugger good intentions, before Molly knew it she was back pedalling until her back slammed up against the wall.

  Kirk calmly placed a hand on the wall either side of her head, leaning on his arms, studying her with a coolness that she could see now was hiding some pretty intense emotions. The gold in his irises were bright, his nostrils were slightly flared as he inhaled, and yep, there was a definite tic in his jaw.

  Oh boy, Kirk was furious.

  “Yeah,” he finally said, a definite thread of steel in his tone. “Yeah, I’m telling you what to do, Molly Travers. You will not ever get into a car again when you’re upset. Do you hear me?”

  “You can’t tell me what to do,” she insisted, her voice trembling.

  “I can. I am. Now tell me you understand, Molly.”

  “Kirk-”

  “I will not have you as another statistic in a roadside accident due to the inability to concentrate. I will do whatever it takes to make sure you never put yourself in that position.” The glint in his eyes wasn’t comforting.

  Why couldn’t the man just yell or rant or something? Why did he have to be so damned calm?

  And so damned right?

  And so damned irritating and overbearing?

  “Is this your dominant side speaking?” She glared up at him even as her heart pounded a rapid tattoo in her chest.

  “This is me telling you straight to your face to never do it again. It has nothing to do with dominance and everything to do with being a cop who’s seen more road deaths than you’ve had hot breakfasts. You will not be one of them.” His eyes narrowed. “Don’t doubt it, Molly, I will do whatever it takes.”

  Jesus, he spoke the truth, it was there in his voice, in his eyes, in every tension-filled muscle in his tall body.

  Nerves tingling, she moistened her lips.

  Kirk’s eyes followed her tongue, his gaze darkening, but still he remained rigid. “Last chance. Tell me you understand.”

  “Or what? You’ll arrest me?”

  “That’s one punishment. I was thinking a little more personal.”

  Oh yeah, there was no doubting now how far he’d go. Instantly she snapped upright, glaring up at him. “Oh, that’s right. Beat on a woman when she doesn’t agree with you, when-”

  She never finished the sentence, Kirk’s mouth crushing down onto her’s halting everything. His hands fell from the wall to her shoulders, jerking her up against him as he ravished her mouth, kissing hard, licking deep.

  Shocked, she froze, but t
hen heat washed through her and before she knew it she was kissing him back, hunger rising.

  Whatever was between them was threatening to burn out of control, to fire up as hotly as the blood surging through her veins. The anger in the air didn’t cool, just ignited the heat between them.

  It was Kirk who stepped back, who held her away from him.

  Breathing heavily, they looked at each other.

  “No.” He shook his head. “No, I won’t do it like this.”

  “You mean punish me?”

  “What? No!” Frustrated for the first time since she’d met him, he shoved a hand through his hair, turning to face the window.

  Oh great. He’d rejected her. Molly felt her insides shrivel, her heart stutter. Oh shit, she was going to cry, she was-

  Turning on his heel, Kirk faced her again. He took one look at her face and growled, “Do not even think that, Molly.”

  “I don’t know what you mean-”

  “Don’t even think I don’t want you. You have no idea how close I am to throwing you to the floor and taking you.” He stabbed a finger in her direction. “I’ve never done that to a woman, never thought I’d do it to you, but by God I am so close. Do not push me.”

  She stared at him. Where was the cool, calm, collected cop? The man who never got ruffled? Who was this man standing in her kitchen looking like he could very well do what he said?

  And why did she find it so titillating?

  “This has to stop, Molly.”

  “Stop?” Oh geez, he was done with her, he-

  Her thoughts were halted abruptly by Kirk’s hand grabbing her bodice in a firm yet careful hold as he pulled her forward to land against him.

  Looking down at her, he said grimly, “I am who I am. I would never hurt you deliberately, I’ve told you that. I don’t seek to control you. Damn it, Molly, why can’t you see that?”

  “You come in here telling me what to do-” she began heatedly.

  “That’s the cop in me.”

  “Then you threaten me with personal punishment!”

  “That’s the man in me.”

  “The man who seeks to dominate!”

  “Damn it, Molly I am not seeking to dominate you!”

  “So you treat all your suspects like this?”

  “You are not my suspect.” Taking a deep breath, he tipped his head back, swallowed, gritted his teeth and took another deep breath.

  Oh boy, she’d never felt so alive. Pushing him to his limit, breaking that control, knowing she had the power to do it and - crap. He’d just tipped his head forward again and look at that, his composure was firmly in place even though his eyes still held that glint of anger.

  Releasing her, he said quietly, “This is not the time to talk about this. We both need to calm down.” Turning, he walked out of the kitchen.

  What the hell…? Shocked, she stared at his broad back as he disappeared from view. Did he really just walk out on her? Now?

  No way. Not bloody happening.

  Molly was out the door and in the hall within seconds. “Where are you going?”

  “Home.”

  “Are you serious?” She grabbed his hand just as he reached for the handle of the security screen.

  “Molly,” he said, so patiently she wanted to slap him, “we are not discussing this right now.”

  “So you’re just going to decide for the both of us?”

  “An argument was not my plan for the day.”

  “But you telling me what to do is?”

  “I’m not doing this with you right now.”

  Oh man, he made her so furious. He was always right, so much so that it made her want to - to -

  He cupped her cheek, bending down to kiss her forehead. “It’s all right, kitten. I’ll be back.”

  Kissed her Goddamn forehead. Her forehead. After what he did to her the day before, he kissed her forehead.

  Oh, that was so not happening. When he kissed her at a time like this, she wanted a bloody good kiss.

  Before he could pull away, Molly slapped both hands to his cheeks and kissed him. Hard. Deep. Hungrily.

  Oh shit, was she ever hungry. Hungry for him, to taste him. To feel his hands on her, to feel him pull her close just like he was doing now.

  Yeah, he wasn’t pushing her away. The devious little part of her at the back of her head ‘woo-hoo’d’ in delight.

  Really, did he truly think he could just walk in here, tell her what to do, kiss her and then presume to just walk out until it suited him to come back? And kiss her on the forehead?

  She’d show him a kiss to knock his sneakers off.

  ~*~

  Holy crap, what had gotten into her? Soft body plastered to his, mouth hungrily taking his, Molly was a hot, fiery bundle of contradictions.

  Not to mention a little forceful, but hey, he wasn’t complaining.

  Kirk gathered her closer, taking over the kiss, meeting her hunger with his own.

  Man, he’d had that hunger riding him all night, and when combined with her reckless behaviour the night before, it made a potent mix. That mix had almost gotten out of hand in the kitchen, and it probably wasn’t the wisest thing to allow now, but hell, he wasn’t going to stop it.

  Especially since she’d initiated it.

  Oh man, she tasted like hot honey, a sweet decadence he could drink all day. His hand slid down to grab hold of a good handful of lush bottom, glorying in the full mounds, wanting so much more. His shaft ached, throbbed.

  He pushed her back with every intention of dragging her off to bed, only to have her shove him back. Caught off guard, he overbalanced, his back hitting the wall.

  Before he could straighten - oh God, Molly dropped to her knees before him. Kirk could only stare down at her in dazed disbelief when she shoved the hem of his t-shirt up to bare his flat stomach, and then he bit back a groan when she licked right across one of his muscles.

  That had his nerves jerking taut, a delicious hot wire that went straight from his stomach to his scrotum and straight up into his shaft.

  Molly licked right up his six pack and back down the other side, the whole time - oh God, really? She had his zipper down, her fingers tugging his jeans and jocks down to sit around his thighs. Without any hesitation she circled his straining shaft with her fingers, the tips of her thumb and middle finger unable to even touch around his girth.

  Lust rode him, shuddered deep when she leaned forward and licked right across the top of his shaft with one firm, slick swipe of her tongue.

  His knees trembled, his abdominal muscles jerking tight as she looked up at him out of hot pools of green.

  “Molly,” he rasped, biting back another groan.

  She looked right at him as she engulfed his tip in her mouth.

  Oh Jesus, that mouth closing over him was so wet, so hot, so drawing as she sucked strongly before playing the flat of her tongue up the underside of his shaft.

  He dropped his head back against the wall, locking his knees, unable to widen his stance because of the confines of his jeans, but it didn’t matter.

  Didn’t matter because the woman of his dreams was giving him a blow job that had his mind splintering apart.

  His blood surged hot and thick, nerves tightening, fire pricking along his skin, and when he felt her mouth slide down his length he almost blew his load right then and there, his scrotum tightening, drawing up.

  She didn’t deep throat him, her hand circling the base of his shaft keeping control of the length she took, but it made him confident that he could thrust without hurting her.

  So he did, mostly because he couldn’t stop the involuntary pumping of his hips as he sought that wet, silky mouth.

  Molly drew back completely but he couldn’t look down, couldn’t lift his head from where he rested it against the wall. Sensations exploded through him when the tip of her tongue rimmed his slit, dipped in, played, making fiery trails rope down deep inside him, curling through into his scrotum.

  She mouth
ed the side of his shaft, going up one side with tiny suctions, the same motion across his skin just above the join to his body, then she followed his shaft back down the other side, drawing out the tension, drawing out the pleasure, driving him wild as he waited, trembling with need, for her to reach the tip of him.

  Then she sucked the tip of him, making his hands claw against the wall, seeking something, anything, to centre himself, feeling his world spin out of control as she sucked him in deep again, working him with her mouth, playing him, teasing him, stroking.

  Stroking him as skilfully with her tongue as her fingers did his sac, rolling his testicles gently but firmly, scratching along the delicate skin with her fingernails, driving him so wild that he tangled his hands in her hair, ripping the ribbon away with every intention of fisting her ponytail and holding her for his pleasure, but her hands were suddenly there, grabbing his, slamming them back against the wall.

  Damn it, not happening, not now, not - oh sweet mother mercy.

  Molly deep throated him.

  Kirk was lost.

  Helplessly his hips pumped while she sucked him down, his seed roiling up through his sac to pour out. Heart thundering, the orgasm rolled through him, shoving him out in an explosion of heat and sensation, rolling him back under as he shuddered beneath her hands and mouth.

  Everything went black, the only things he was aware of her mouth, her touch, his release that was pure, craven passion.

  She drank him dry, sucking until he had nothing left, even then his hips still pumping as her hands on his hips held him to her as she took everything.

  Shattered, spent, chest heaving, Kirk slumped back against the wall.

  He didn’t know how long he took to come down from that wild tempest, didn’t know when Molly had left him. All he knew was that when he opened his eyes and looked down, Molly wasn’t there.

  In fact, she was nowhere in sight.

  Taking several deep breaths, he tested his legs. Okay, they weren’t about to buckle on him. Pushing upright, he became aware that his jeans and jocks were still around his thighs. Nice look. Yanking them up, he did up his zipper, pulled his t-shirt straight, shoved a hand through his hair and spent a few minutes getting his thoughts into order.