“Seth,” she wailed softly, pressing her forehead against his, riding his hand in near desperation.
“How long?” he persisted, adding a second finger. She squeezed tightly around him and he groaned. Should have locked the fucking door, Porter, he told himself. No. He didn’t want his first time back with Erin to be in her office. “How long has it been since your last lover?”
“Three years,” she whispered raggedly, her nails biting into his neck as she shuddered and shivered around him.
Three years. Son of a fucking bitch. He lowered his mouth to her ear, pushed his fingers deeper, more roughly inside her and loved it when she whimpered and bucked as he asked, “Are you telling me you haven’t been with anybody since me?”
“Yes…”
She could have cried when the heat of his body left hers. She was cold, empty, aching and confused. The distant mechanical snick only further confused her but then she felt his hands on her again and Erin could have wept. “Hold on, honey,” he whispered. She shuddered, her body feeling too tight, too hot, too small as he slid her trousers and panties off. She felt the cold of her desk biting into her back and opened her mouth to cry out but his hand covered her mouth and he rasped into her ear, “Shh, shh. Quiet, baby. Quiet.”
He took her hand and pressed it in place where his had been, pushing it down until she realized what he wanted. All she wanted was his sexy, talented mouth on her, or his hands and…what in the hell was he doing?
She dimly heard music and realized he had turned the radio on and it was louder than she usually played it. And why had he turned on the broken little window air conditioner unit? Maintenance had been telling her they’d fix it for weeks…the overly loud hum of it filled the air as Seth slid his hot hands under her butt and lifted her…oh…
Seth parted her sweet folds with his thumbs and drove his tongue inside, starving for the taste of her after so long away. His cock ached and throbbed with his need to be inside her, wanted it so badly he could barely breathe from it. But not now…Erin’s weak, muffled scream sounded like heaven. He slid up, and caught her clit in his mouth, sucking the swollen, engorged flesh deep as she started to rock up against him.
He drove two fingers deep inside the wet clasp of her pussy and groaned against her, certain he wouldn’t live another five minutes if he didn’t get inside her. He stared up the length of her body, and committed the sight to memory. Her hand had fallen away and she was biting her lip, head turned to the side, shirt and bra still on, but open, framing her sweetly rounded breasts, the nipples hard and stiff. The muscles in her taut belly worked as she lifted against him, riding his mouth as he fed from her core. He drove his fingers in, shifting his wrist, reaching until he touched her deep inside. She climaxed against his mouth, and into his hand, a silent scream of agonized pleasure muffled behind her closed lips.
Seth licked her one final time before he slowly worked his way up her body. He took her in his arms, groaning in agony as her hip cuddled his aching cock, but he held her tight anyway, the scent of her arousal and climax lingering in the air around them and making him even hungrier. “You haven’t had a lover since we broke up,” he whispered against her neck. She shuddered as he spoke and he reveled in it, in knowing his touch could still do that to her. “And I could fuck you right here, make you scream and sob and you wouldn’t care, would you, Erin?”
“No,” she sighed.
“We need to talk. Do you still need to know why?”
Her head fell back and she met his eyes. Her eyes looked warm, soft, and sleepy. He mused how unguarded she looked as she reached up and touched his cheek. “No,” she murmured, shaking her head against his shoulder, touching her finger to his full lower lip. “No.”
Chapter Four
Seth took the path through the woods that night. He cursed low and rough when he spotted the uniform in his patrol car, but the number gave him a little comfort. He went up to Jim Baker’s window and tapped. The older guy rolled his window down and gave him a slow once over, starting at his hair and working down over the black button-down shirt, the black belt with a silver buckle and the black trousers.
Jim ginned widely and said, “I wonder what you’re doing here looking so pretty.”
Seth blinked once, his long lashes drooping low over his eyes as he flipped Jim off. Jim laughed, his friendly, hangdog face looking pleased. “It’s about time,” he said affably. “You know that Eva’s a sweet girl, Seth, but she’s not for you. You and Erin…now that’s right.”
“I guess I can count on you not seeing me here, right?” Seth asked.
Jim’s eyes blanked and gave Seth a dopey look. “Seeing you where?”
Seth turned back to Erin’s condo, his blood pumping hot and fast in his veins as he crossed the walk. He knocked on the door and waited.
Erin stared at herself in the mirror. She felt like a fool. A schoolgirl.
When he knocked, she thought she was going to jump out of her skin. The silvery-gray silk of the short robe slithered against her skin as she pulled it on. She hadn’t been able to decide what to wear.
So she’d decided on nothing.
No dress seemed right.
And she’d never felt comfortable in lingerie, beyond the slinky kind she loved to wear under her clothes.
So she had taken a long bubble bath in water she had laced with oil. She twisted her hair around and clipped it on top of her head, and because she recalled it was something Seth liked, she removed her makeup, but slicked her mouth with a dark wine-red lipstick, the kind that would stay on. She had just finished applying the glossy topcoat when he knocked.
She smoothed the short robe and walked to the door, pressing a hand to her belly, trying to calm the butterflies. She had burning candles scattered everywhere, telling herself it would calm her frazzled nerves, but Erin knew better.
She pulled the door open and met Seth’s eyes, her breath catching and lodging in her throat. His dark eyes met hers, moved down to linger on her mouth before sliding down to move over her body like a hand. She returned his gaze, studying his lean body, the black shirt that spread over wide shoulders, his flat belly, the silver of his belt buckle winking at his waist. Her heart trembled in her chest as she found herself eyeing his massive erection before trailing down the long, muscled length of his black-clad thighs and back up to meet his eyes.
“Let me in, Erin,” he said gruffly.
She moved aside and he came in, slowly, still staring at her as he closed the door behind him. He pulled his gaze away from her body and met her eyes, his deep-brown eyes hot and hungry. “Take off your robe,” he whispered.
She reached for the silk tie at her waist and loosened it before rolling her shoulders and letting the silk fall from her body to puddle at her feet, all the while staring at Seth. He prowled around her, reminding her of a lion—lean, predatory, hungry. He stopped behind her and she moaned when he gripped her hips and pushed his cock against her butt, rocking there while he lowered his head to nuzzle her neck.
“Can we talk later?” he whispered against her ear, reaching around to cup her soaked sex in his hand.
“If you don’t mind,” she panted, spreading her thighs and reaching behind her with one hand, burying her fingers in the short wavy hair at his nape.
He pulled his hand from her slowly, trailing it up her body, so his fingers left a wet path on her torso. He finished his slow circle around her, stopping in front of her. “Take your hair down,” he told her.
She pulled the clip out and the silvery-blonde tresses tumbled free nearly to her waist. Seth stepped up and gathered handfuls of it, groaning and lowering his head to bury his face against it. “I’m not leaving you again, Erin. We belong together, you know that, don’t you?” he said raggedly against her neck as he backed her up. The counter that separated the living area from the kitchen was cool against her butt as he boosted her onto it.
“I know,” she said, feeling her heart break inside her chest. It’s not fair! She wa
s supposed to be with him—so why did she keep seeing herself die? She reached for the buttons of his shirt and nearly ripped it in her haste to see him, the hard muscled wall of his golden chest, a light dusting of hair just between his pecs and trailing down his carved abs before thinning down to a line that disappeared inside his trousers.
He had already opened his belt and trousers. Erin gasped when his cock sprang free—thick, hard, full—the dark head ruddy, a drop of moisture beading on top. He moved closer, gripping her hips. “You know about Eva—” he said hoarsely, catching her reaching hands and pinning them down, waiting until she was staring at him. “I haven’t been with anybody besides her in two years, and before we got serious we each had health tests. And she couldn’t take the pill—caused her migraines—so I never slept with her without wearing a rubber. We weren’t ready to talk about any kind of family yet, so it never happened.”
He let go of her hands, but pressed them tight to the counter and then he jerked her hips closer, palming her thighs and opening her wide. “I wanted you to know that, because I’m going to fuck you, come inside you, not a piece of latex,” he said as he started to push against her, his thick width stretching her. “I love you and I never stopped. One of these days, you will say it back.”
Her heavy lids lifted, revealing her crystalline blue eyes, wide and glittering with hunger and need and emotion, more than Seth had ever seen, and she whispered roughly, “I can say it now, Seth. I’ve always loved you. “
His eyes widened, his pupils dilated as he stared down at her. His hands went back to her wrists, locking around them and tightening as he started to breathe heavily, his nostrils flaring, his heart pounding heavier, faster, as his cock hardened even more, to the point of an almost excruciating pain. “Fuck,” was the only warning she had before he pulled out just a little before he started to drive inexorably inside, carving his way through her tight, swollen passage as she whimpered in pain and squirmed around him. Unable to stop him, she tried to scoot back, away from the heavy invasion and Seth growled. He shifted his grip, so that his arms looped under her thighs and knees and he could still grip her wrists and pin her in place as he thrust home. Nestled deep, Seth shuddered and rested his forehead against hers, the hot satin of her pussy clinging to him, her heart pounding against his.
Fuck…at last…he thought, holding deep and still for just a moment, reveling in the wonder of being buried deep within her again. But he could only revel in it for so long, as her tissues fluttered and rippled around him, and her words echoed in his mind. Her silky, creamy heat held him tight, snug, her tissues clinging to him in a sweet caress as he pulled out and drove back in.
He shifted and picked her up, taking her down to the floor, propping her knees on his shoulders, but taking her wrists and pinning her down again. He was fucking pissed. “Why?” he demanded. “Why didn’t you tell me then?” as he thrust hard inside her.
“Seth…please…” she sobbed underneath him, tightening her pussy around him, unable to move.
“Why?” He pulled out and drove back in, moving higher on her body, so that when his cock burrowed back inside her swollen sheath, he was rubbing against her G-spot. Then he started to thrust shallowly, taunting her, glaring down at her, waiting until she was pleading and straining against him, unable to move anything more than her head. He let one of her legs go so that he could pin both of her wrists in one hand. He reached down and caught her clit, tweaked it, circled around it, waited until he could see that she was hovering right at the edge of coming, then he backed off.
“I’ll keep it up all night, until you tell me,” he warned her when she screamed out in frustration. “You knew it, knew that was all I needed to hear from you, and you wouldn’t tell me. All I need to know is why.” He slid his hot, burning gaze down the length of her pale body, to where they joined, watching as his cock slid between the full, pouting lips of her sex. He pulled out, his thick shaft ruddy, glistening wet from her. Pushing shallowly in, he pulled out and pushed back in again, balls deep this time, until the curls that covered his groin tangled with the pale blonde curls that covered her mound. He ground himself against her, feeling her shudder, loving her moans.
He reached down and caught her clit, stared at the swollen bud, hard and red and shining with the wetness of her arousal as she clenched down, and screamed. “Why?” he asked, resuming his torture. But he had given her a little too much stimulation while he had watched his cock drive into her pussy, as he watched the play of his fingers on her sweet body and she started to come in slow, rhythmic milking sensations that squeezed and held his cock.
He pulled his cock halfway out and rasped, “Fuck it, Erin, no fair. You haven’t told me why.” Gritting his teeth against the urge to fuck her hard and come himself, he released her wrists and slapped the cheek of her ass as he nuzzled the satiny skin of the thigh he still had draped over his shoulder. He started to withdraw completely. She could go ahead and come and he’d let her, but damn it, he’d get some answers—
Either she had read his mind or his face was too damn open because she slithered up and wrapped both legs around his waist and moaned, “Noooo,” as she rocked up against him, holding him deep inside, while the slow, pulsating waves of her orgasm grew stronger and longer. Erin came slowly…and it lasted forever. Seth gritted his teeth and tried to tell himself he could hold out.
Then he pinned her to the floor again and started shafting her, shuddering as he had to work his cock inside her, her pussy tight and resistant as she came and shuddered and pulsed around him, those sweet, intense milking sensations that gripped and held his cock like nothing he had ever felt in his life.
She threw back her head, sobbing with her climax, and Seth bit her along the exposed line of her neck. He nestled deeply inside her, rocking slowly back and forth as his own orgasm built and grew and exploded from him in a tidal wave. “Erin,” he gasped against her neck, reaching down, finding her hand and holding it tightly as he pumped her climaxing body full of his seed, shuddering. He pulled halfway out as her body started to relax a little and pushed back in, pumping his hips, and growling roughly until he had completely emptied himself inside her.
He waited until he could breathe again before he flopped onto his back, taking her with him. “Every woman alive would hate you if they knew your secret,” he whispered as he nuzzled her neck. “How can you come, and keep coming for minutes on end?”
Erin surprised him by giggling.
He lifted up, moving her onto his lap. Her hair fell in a sweaty tangle down her back. “You need to tell me why, Erin,” he said gruffly, lifting her wrist to his mouth and kissing it softly. A faint bruise was forming there and he felt slightly sick to his stomach.
She pulled her hand away and stroked his cheek, his neck. “Don’t,” she whispered. “I’m fine. I don’t know a woman alive who hasn’t fantasized about having the man she loves take her like that from time to time.”
Her head fell and he caught her chin and made her look at him. “Then why aren’t you looking at me? Why won’t you tell me? Why didn’t you tell me?”
Her blue eyes were glittering, and Seth realized she was near tears. “I couldn’t,” she whispered roughly. “I can’t explain it right now. If there comes a time when I can, I swear I will. But right now, I can’t.”
His face fell into grim lines. “I won’t go back to the way we were, Erin. I want a life with you. A real one. You and me, together, one house, one bed. Marriage. Kids. I love you. You love me.”
Her hands cupped his face and her lips met his as she moved to straddle him. She pulled his mouth to her breasts and he took first one nipple then the other between his teeth, biting and nipping until she was squirming and rubbing her wet folds against him eagerly.
He groaned as her vagina slid down and took him inside. Her ankles locked behind his back and she rode him slowly. “You asked me to marry you once,” she whispered as her eyes started to fog with lust and need. “If you ask me again, not now, b
ut when this is over…and it will be over…soon…I’ll say yes.”
“Now,” he growled, pushing up into her, his palms curving around her hips, biting into her soft skin. His swarthy face stared intensely up into hers, gleaming with sweat, his dark eyes burning hot with hunger and love and residual anger. “Now,” he resisted, digging possessive fingers into her ass, stroking and rubbing her intimately until she quivered.
She shook her head, her silken hair falling over them like a cloak, caressing his shoulders, face and neck. “When the case is over,” she told him, then her head fell back as he speared up inside her harder, reaching down to rotate his thumb around her clit. She hummed her pleasure, purring like a cat when he bent down and caught a stiff nipple in his mouth, sucking it deep while he stared up at her from beneath his lashes.
Pulling away, he moved up to kiss her again and whisper against her lips, “Tell me, then. Can you tell me again?” He laced his hands through her hair and pulled her back so he could stare into her eyes as she lifted herself up and dropped back down, taking his cock harder and faster inside her wet pussy as she started to move closer to orgasm.
She smiled, a slow, sweet curve of her mouth, still painted that deep wine-red and she said, “I love you, Seth. I loved you from practically the…oh, damn…do that again…” He had slid one hand down and started to rub her clit again and her eyes widened with pleasure. “Loved you almost from the first. I’ll always love you.”
He groaned and crushed her mouth to his, pressing down hard against her clit as he pushed up against her repeatedly, until she started to come again, those slow rhythmic sensations that quickly pulled him into climax as well, until he was gasping against her mouth and gritting his teeth while the muscles in her pussy squeezed around him.
“I’m staying with you tonight,” he whispered against her hair. Then he forced out a weak laugh. “I don’t know if we’ll make it in to work tomorrow, though.”
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