She stilled and closed her eyes, swaying into him. His hands moved up the backs of her legs and wrapped around her hips.
He released her nipple and nuzzled between her breasts. “I thought you were gonna wash my hair.”
She snapped out of her sexual stupor enough to begin washing his tresses, scratching his scalp with her nails. He grasped the other nipple with his lips and pulled, his whiskers scratching at the tender skin and making her jump.
They both purred at the same time. She pulled his head back releasing him from the rosy tip of her breast and kissed him.
Well, truth be told it was a lot more than a kiss because she had completely forgotten about his hair. All she wanted was him inside of her.
Now.
He stood quickly and lifted her easily. He walked back under the spray to get the shampoo out of his hair, the bubbles streaming between their bodies. Without leaning her against the tiled shower wall, he kept one forearm under her ass and then hooked the other under her knee. She was completely open to him and finally he walked her back into the wall, placing her back against the cool tile.
“You’re not gonna wash me, too?” she breathed.
“I wanna get you dirty first.”
Before she could respond, he pushed into her, anchoring her to the wall. They both let out whooshes of air then stayed still, relishing the moment of connection.
“This old position again?” she teased while whimpering at the same time, letting her head fall onto his shoulder. She didn’t think she could hold up its weight anymore.
“It does seem to be our ‘go to’ position, doesn’t it?” He pulled out then pushed back in with considerable force, moving her up the wall. She gasped. “It’s so ho-hum, I know,” he groaned, pulling out then slamming back in again. “I hope you’re not bored with it yet because it happens to be my favorite.”
He was sucking her jaw and she was pulling at his hair, trying to get some leverage.
Then he began to move. And she was lost. Like a dance, he took the lead, holding her close and moving to the beat of a song only heard in his head. Then he began to whisper in her ear, matching the rhythm of his movements with the words he sang softly to her.
“‘O, your sex takes me to paradise, o your sex takes me to paradise. You make me feel like, like I’ve been locked out of heaven, for too loooooonnnng.’” They were the words from the popular Bruno Mars song.
She loved this man. He could make her smile and laugh, while sexin’ her up better than any man could. She grabbed his face and smiled.
“I love you, you dork.”
“Say that again, baby,” he said. He rested his lips on hers and loved her against the shower wall, holding her steady to take every inch of him while he pounded into her.
“I love you,” she moaned. “Are you gonna ‘take me to paradise’?” she teased, finishing the lyric from the song. Then he hit that spot inside her. “I love – you,” she gasped out, her breath hitching. “Mike,” she moaned as she began to climax around him. She let out a groan which turned into a yell. “Mike!”
He groaned into her mouth, moving faster and faster until she felt like the imprint of the tiles would be forever pressed into the skin of her back. He finally let out a low choppy sound and pushed into her one last time, holding her tightly to him. Then he stood there, catching his breath.
“Are you okay?”
“Mm,” she said feeling like dead weight. “Better than okay. But now that you’ve dirtied me up, I think it’s time you cleaned me. Then I need to eat something. I’m starving.”
“You got it, baby. Come here,” he murmured, letting her down and slipping out of her at the same time. “Get under the shower head.”
She did and he paid her the same attention with his soapy hands that she did him until she was nearly panting. By the time he was done washing her hair, she wanted to take a chunk out of him, she wanted him so badly.
She refrained. She really was hungry.
……
They sat in the living room, scarfing down bagels with cream cheese and drinking coffee. It was already close to three in the afternoon and Mike mentioned he would need to call Lacey to check in.
“No, you don’t,” Emily said in between bites.
He raised an eyebrow in question.
“He wanted me to remind you that you have the rest of today off and you have tomorrow off, too. Something about how he owed you for covering for him or something.”
“Oh, right. Nice.” He watched her. “That first night I slept over. Lacey was on call but asked me to cover at the last minute. That’s why I left.” He gave her a pointed look.
“I thought it was something I’d said,” she said dryly. “Considering that was the ‘morning after’.”
He smiled around his food. “Given all of your drunken confessions that night, the last thing I wanted to do was leave. If Lacey hadn’t have been in a bind you definitely would’ve woken up with me next to you.”
His words warmed her immediately and he was looking at her with such tenderness her breath caught. She put her food down then took the food out of his hand to put on the coffee table. She crawled over and straddled him wrapping her arms around his neck and hugging him.
After a moment she pulled back and touched his scruffy face.
“Hi,” he said quietly, his gaze probing into hers.
“Hi.”
“I have a confession of my own to make.”
She stiffened, immediately tense. Had he lied to her? Had there been someone else during their two week hiatus? It killed her that was the first thought that popped into her head even though she was sure he’d been honest with her earlier. He would’ve used a condom with her if he had. Old tapes of past relationships were hard to erase.
His hands calmed her by moving up and down her back, then reaching under her sweatshirt to touch her skin. They were so warm that she arched into them.
“What’s your confession?” she whispered.
He took a hand and cupped her face rubbing her jaw with his thumb. “Over the last two weeks,” he began.
She stilled. “Yeah?”
“I did something that I probably shouldn’t have done. Something that I don’t think you’ll be happy about.”
His eyes looked into hers.
“What?” Oh, God. What did he do?
He let out a long sigh. “You’re gonna yell at me, so try to restrain yourself, okay?”
“Mike, if you don’t spit it out –” She was getting anxious.
“I did a background check on the dickless wonder.”
Oh. Was that all? She let go of her held breath in relief.
“Okay.”
“That’s it? You’re not pissed?” He looked at her warily.
She shook her head and smiled at his nervousness. She figured she should tell him she saw him again, but she was also curious what he’d found out.
“Why did you do one?”
“I don’t like him,” he grumbled.
She chuckled. “Me either. Rest assured, he’s probably done one on you, too,” she said, remembering what Scott had said in the coffee shop.
“Let him. I hope he gets in touch with me,” Mike said with a deceptively quiet tone, but Emily could feel the shift in his arm muscles around her. They were trying to remain relaxed, but they felt tight and bunched.
“What did you find out? Anything interesting?”
“He works in the building right next to yours.” He watched her with curiosity.
“Holy shit,” she said in surprise.
“At some law firm there. He’s been there for a couple of years.”
It was probably time for her to come clean. “This is all making sense now. Because,” she paused, waiting for him to blow, “coincidentally, I bumped into him the other day at a coffee shop right by work.”
“Really,” he said calmly, but his eyes were anything but. “I don’t think there was anything coincidental about it. In fact it wouldn’t surpris
e me if he did a search on you right after seeing you and found out where you worked.”
She could see Scott doing that, too. Mike continued with his probing.
“What did he say to you when you saw him?”
“Typical ‘asshole’ stuff.” She shrugged it off.
“Like?”
“I took care of it, Mike. Don’t worry about it.”
“Of course you took care of it. I would expect nothing less. But I still wanna know what he said. It’s a boyfriend’s prerogative.”
She smiled at the label he used and felt all fluttery inside, but then rolled her eyes and snickered at the comment. “It was nothing, really. Just some comments about my choice of said boyfriend and how he thinks I’ve changed in the last few years.”
Mike nodded. “And?” He waited. “I know there’s more.”
She shrugged, wondering how much she should share.
“Did he hit on you? Say something nasty? What?”
“Yes and yes.” She played with his hair, trying to calm him. It wasn’t working. Deep inside, she loved the fact that he was so protective. Who would’ve thought he could pull that side out of her? A woman who liked to be taken care of by a strong man…she never would’ve guessed it of herself.
“Are you gonna tell me what he said?” he asked, not letting it go.
“Are you gonna go beat him up, or something?” she chuckled.
“Maybe,” he muttered.
She laughed louder. “Then no, I’m not gonna tell you what he said. It’s done, anyway. He can’t hurt me.”
That got his back up. “Did he say he was going to?”
“No, Mike.” She touched his lips then kissed him. “Shh,” she said against his mouth. “Calm down.”
“I wanna know what he said, Em.”
“Geez, you’re like a dog with a bone.”
He shrugged. “It runs in the family. All of the men…Jem, me, my dad. We’re tenacious. Hell, so’s Janie for that matter.” He gave her a determined look. “And you haven’t waylaid me. So, start talkin’.”
She sighed, choosing her words carefully. “He implied that choosing a man of your size for a boyfriend, who ‘took control’ of things which is how he saw it when we bumped into each other at the club, was different than what I would’ve been comfortable with a few years back. So, now that I apparently like to ‘give up some control’ as he put it, he would be happy to, shall we say, exert some over me in the bedroom if I was ever interested.”
Mike was just staring at her. The only movement on his face was his tongue running itself over his teeth. Like he was thinking. Strategizing. Calculating.
“Mike,” she warned.
“Yes?” he asked innocently.
“You asked me to tell you and I did. Now, I want you to leave it. It’s done.”
“Did you say anything in response?” He barely let her answer before he said, “Of course you did. Please tell me you knocked him on his ass. Please, Em.”
“I told him that if he touched me again, I would tear his nuts off. And that he knew I could.” She smiled, proud of herself.
“Good.” Then, “He touched you?”
She pressed her lips in annoyance, but again preened deep inside under his protectiveness.
“Cro-Magnon man needs to go back into his cave, Mike.”
“When did he touch you and where?”
She plastered her chest onto his and rubbed into him, wrapping her arms more tightly around his neck and snuggling him. “It was no big deal. When I was leaving, he stopped me from leaving by putting his hand on my arm. It was nothing.” She bit down on his earlobe. “Let it go.”
“For now,” he murmured. He held her tight, his arms around her back underneath her sweatshirt. “And the stepfather, Vincent Strover. Let’s talk about him for a sec.”
She groaned, “Why?”
“Rene told us what he was like at your meeting.”
“Yeah, he was definitely something.”
“I did a check on him, too.”
“Good. Did you find anything?”
He shrugged a little. “Maybe something, but I’m not sure yet. I was looking for complaints from the wife, hospital visits, that kind of thing and there was nothing. But I got sidetracked because several years ago, there was an engagement picture of him and a former fiance from back in Chicago, which didn’t end in marriage because,” he paused looking at her, “when I did a search on the fiancé, her last known address was Chicago, but she doesn’t live there anymore. Never renewed her license or anything like that.” He let that sink in. “The only living relative was a cousin, who when I called said she’d hadn’t heard from her in years. The cousin lives out in Washington State and said they weren’t close, but when she sent her a Christmas card years ago, it came back and her number apparently changed. I asked what she knew about Strover and she said absolutely nothing.”
His eyes narrowed and were looking off to the side.
“So,” he continued, “there’s that.” His tone was dry.
“Huh. That is very interesting,” she said slowly. “What’s your gut tell you?”
“Nothing good.”
“Me either,” she murmured, her mind going in a million different directions.
“I was gonna start looking under the wife’s maiden name at the hospitals but that was pretty much when I started drowning my sorrows in a bottle of JD.”
She smirked and rubbed her lips over his. “No more sorrows to drown, Detective.”
“Definitely no more sorrows,” he whispered, touching her. “Your skin is so smooth. I love how it feels,” he whispered into her mouth. “Let’s just be lazy today, take off all of our clothes and stay in bed, watch movies and eat bad food. Whattaya say? You can kick me out tomorrow when you leave for work.” He paused as if remembering something. “I gotta pick up my bike. It’s at Cal’s.”
An excitement bubbled up inside her. “I’ve got good news,” she said in between kisses.
“Ooh. What is it?” He was kissing her neck.
“I don’t have to go into work tomorrow.”
His head shot up and he looked like a little boy who just found out he was getting a shiny new bike. “You don’t?”
She shook her head slowly in the negative, giving him a seductive look.
“You mean I can keep you in bed all day tomorrow, too?”
She nodded yes, allowing more heat to reach her eyes.
“Oh, baby. That might be the best news I’ve heard since the last best news I heard an hour ago when you told me you loved me.”
She giggled.
“Did you just giggle?” he teased with a look of shock. “You only giggle when you’re drunk.”
“I know. I’m losing my touch.”
“Don’t worry, baby.” He kissed her nose. “You’re still scary.”
She giggled again then laid a big juicy kiss on him. “Shut up and kiss me. I wanna make out.”
“Yay,” he breathed into her mouth as his claimed hers. His arms left her back and came around her body allowing his hands to skim up her ribcage where he cupped her breasts and proceeded to pluck her nipples with his thumbs and forefingers. “You like when I touch your nipples.”
“Mm, hmm.” Her eyes were closing. She rolled her hips into his, feeling the wetness and the throbbing beginning to build between her legs.
“What else do you like?” he murmured against her neck, his fingers still working their magic.
“Everything you do to me. Everything you want to do to me. Everything you’re going to do to me. I like it all. And I don’t know what it is, but all I ever want to do when I’m with you,” she said holding his face, then leaning forward to nip at his bottom lip, “is bite you.”
“Yeah?” he nipped back. “Where?”
“Everywhere.” She was now nibbling at his neck.
“Don’t let me stop you.”
And he didn’t, as she made her way down his body pulling off her sweatshirt then his shirt. She
was finally on her knees between his legs where she worked him out of his jeans. When the evidence of his arousal stood proudly before her, she wasted no time and put her mouth around him sucking him in deep.
“Shit,” he exhaled. His hands dug into her hair while she kissed and sucked, bit and nuzzled. She loved rubbing her teeth over the tip of his cock to see it jump. It jumped even before she nipped him when she merely bared her teeth.
She thought of Pavlov’s dogs and smiled around his cock then wrapped her mouth around him again and stroked his balls.
“You do this really well, baby,” he breathed out on satisfied sigh. “I don’t wanna know where you learned it.”
“Are you sure about that?” she asked looking up at him with a twinkle in her eye.
“It better not have been with the Dickless Wonder.”
“I like romance novels. The steamier the better,” she whispered against him then took him in her hand to squeeze. “Never let them say that an inexperienced woman can’t learn how to pleasure her man by reading those things.”
“I’ll never say it. You keep reading, Hot Lips,” he smiled and touched the corner of her mouth. When she nibbled the side of his penis and then sucked on the tip, he groaned. “What else have you learned?”
She answered by putting him fully in her mouth and pushing him in as far as he would go then she swallowed around him, her tongue undulating against his shaft.
He let out a shaky breath and she looked up at him with her mouth still filled with him. His eyes were glazing over so she took another pull on him, swallowing him deeper, breathing slow and steady through her nose so she wouldn’t gag around him. She relaxed her throat and felt him slip farther in.
“God, Em,” he groaned, his fingers tightening in her hair while his hips pushed into her. “Fuck. This won’t take long, Em. It’s too good,” he said, his hips picking up speed. He reached down and fondled her breasts, letting his palms scrape against her nipples. Then he grasped each nipple between his fingers and twisted them, gently applying a small amount of pressure.
She couldn’t hold back her own sound as she moaned around him. He pushed into her mouth faster, hitting the back of her throat and she let her teeth scrape him lightly as she sucked and swallowed.
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