by Marie Force
But he’d made her curious enough to find out if round two would hold up to round one. As he came back into the room, the bag from the store in hand, her entire body tingled with awareness. In the shadows, she could see his erection stretching nearly to his navel. Her mouth watered in anticipation and at knowing he was thinking about round two as well.
“Drink?” He held out a glass of ice water.
Sam sat up to take it from him. “Thanks.” She took a couple of sips, the cool liquid coating her throat. “Did I scream? Before?”
“A little.”
“That must be why my throat hurts.”
“You won’t hear me complaining.”
“I’m not usually a screamer.”
“You’re not usually with me.”
She handed him the glass, which he placed on the bedside table. “You’re feeling rather pleased with yourself, aren’t you?”
“Aren’t you? Pleased with yourself?”
“I’m pleased with both of us. We do good work together.”
Laughing, he came down on the bed next to her. He placed his hand on her belly. “Yes, we do, but I’d hardly call it work.”
“Consider it a metaphor, then.”
“Are you cold?”
“No, the AC feels good after sweltering all afternoon.”
“You’re sunburned,” he said, tracing his fingertip over the V at her neckline where her uniform had left her exposed to the sun.
“Maybe a little.”
“I bet you’re hot in your uniform. I’d like to see that sometime.”
“That might be possible.”
“Come here. You’re too far away over there.”
“I’m like two inches from you.”
“Too far.”
Oh, she liked this guy. She liked him a whole lot. As a rule, she didn’t really like anyone. She put up with people, especially guys who were usually all talk and no action. This one had the goods to go along with the words. And he was sweet and funny and sexy as hell. Offering to take her home any time she wanted had earned him major points, and that was before he fucked her lights out against a wall.
Sam rolled onto her side so she was pressed up against him. “Better?”
“Getting there.” He put his arm around her and slid his leg between hers. His erection lay hot and heavy against her belly. “Now that’s better.”
With her face pressed to his chest, she nuzzled his chest hair and dabbed his nipple with her tongue, earning a sharp inhale from him.
“I want to do that to you.”
“You’ll get your turn.” Taking charge, Sam kissed her way down the front of him, spending extra time on his well-defined abs. He had the lean, muscular body of a man who took good care of himself but didn’t spend more time than necessary pumping iron for the sake of pumping iron.
She used her tongue to trace the outline of each hill and valley in that spectacular field of abdominal muscles and thrilled when they quivered in response. Naturally, she had to do it again since the first time had been so rewarding.
“Sam…”
He sounded tense, on edge… She liked him that way, so she kept up the torture for a while longer before moving south to the sexy V-cut muscles that framed his hips. The entire time, she pretended like his huge erection wasn’t getting bigger by the second.
Blow jobs had never been her favorite thing to do, but she had a feeling he could change her opinion on the subject. For one thing, she’d never wanted to do that more than she did right now. Deciding to have mercy on him, she wrapped her hand around the thick base and stroked him.
The tortured groan that came from him only made her more determined to go for it. What the hell? This was one night of debauchery, and she’d already crossed a number of lines she hadn’t crossed in years. What was one more at this point? She took him into her mouth slowly, going for maximum effect as she sucked on the broad crown.
“Fuck,” he whispered harshly. His fingers combed through her hair, fisting and pulling ever so slightly as she took more of him into her mouth.
Curiously, the harder she worked to pleasure him, the more turned on she seemed to get. Never before had this act killed two birds with one stone. The slick heat between her legs had her full attention even as she took him deeper into her throat, swallowing slowly and lashing him with her tongue.
“Holy fucking shit.”
She wondered if he even knew that he was now pulling her hair—hard. The tingling pain from her scalp seemed to be connected directly to her clit, which throbbed insistently.
Nick gave a swift tug that dislodged his cock from her mouth. And then she was on her back. That he handled her like she was light as air was a huge turn-on since she was hardly “light.” She was a long, long way from fat, but she was certainly no stick figure.
Hovering above her, he propped himself on one elbow while he rolled on a new condom. All the while, he stared down at her with those gorgeous hazel eyes that seemed to see all the way through her. Under normal circumstances, the thought of being “seen” that way would’ve freaked her out and had her running away. But nothing about these circumstances was normal for her, so she stayed put, wanting to see what would happen next more than she wanted to flee.
And oh what happened next…
Whereas the first time, against the wall, had been hard and fast, this time he was all about slow and sultry, taking his time as he started at her lips, devouring her with his teeth and tongue and leaving her bereft when he broke the kiss. He seemed to be in no particular rush as he kissed her neck and throat and the upper slopes of her breasts.
Sam had never been more aware of her nipples or the way they tightened in anticipation. She fisted a handful of his hair and tried to direct him there, but he wouldn’t be rushed. He was killing her.
“Nick…”
“What?”
“I…”
“Talk to me. Tell me what you want.”
She cupped her breasts in both hands and offered them to him, knowing she wouldn’t soon forget the way his eyes widened with surprise and then pleasure as he gave her what she wanted. And oh did he give it to her, licking and sucking and biting… The biting was new and was nearly enough on its own to make her come.
Her breasts had never been more sensitive. Waves of heat traveled from her chest to every corner of her body. Right when she thought she couldn’t take the exquisite torture for another second, he moved down and set out to torture her belly with the same exceptional attention to detail he’d shown her breasts.
Just like blow jobs had never been her favorite thing—before tonight, anyway—receiving oral was another thing that hadn’t done much for her in the past. Most of the time, it was all stabby and pokey and overly enthusiastic effort that led to absolutely nothing for her except a general feeling of disappointment and chafing in the worst possible place.
As Nick worked his way down, down, down, she had a feeling her opinion was about to change. The first sign that she might finally have found a man who knew his way around the female genitalia came when he propped her legs on his broad shoulders, opening her wide before him. She resisted the urge to cover herself with her hands, knowing he would only push them away. Rather, she clutched handfuls of the comforter and waited to see what he would do.
She was fairly trembling with anticipation by the time he finally looked his fill and lowered his head to get down to business.
Holy Christ… He skipped all the preliminaries and sucked her clit, triggering an orgasm that made her scream with surprise and nearly unbearable pleasure. She’d never come so easily in her entire life, and she could easily become addicted to the full-body orgasms he provided.
He brought her down slowly, gently, and then took her back up again by driving his fingers into her at the same time his tongue found her clit. In a matter of seconds, she was coming again, which had never, ever happened twice in such a short amount of time. Before she had even a second to recover from the powerful, full-body rel
ease, he entered her. In keeping with the slow theme, he tortured her by pressing into her fully and then retreating completely.
He did that over and over again until Sam was about to lose her mind. “Please…”
“What do you need?” he asked, propped above her, sexy as all hell. The guy was seriously ripped, and every one of those muscles was beautifully engaged in what he was doing to her.
“You know!”
“Tell me anyway.”
Sam wasn’t much for talking during sex. She preferred to let her body do the talking for her.
He continued to hover, the tip of his cock just inside her while he waited for her to tell him what she wanted.
She raised her hips, trying to force him to get the show on the road, but he wouldn’t be forced into anything.
His low chuckle would’ve infuriated her if every one of her brain cells hadn’t been currently focused on what was happening—or not happening—between her legs. “Use your words.”
“Are you always like this?” she managed to ask.
“I’m never like this.”
She wanted to ask him what he meant by that, but posing the question would’ve taken effort she couldn’t seem to summon when she was being held hostage by his powerful body and the thick press of his cock.
“Words,” he reminded her. “Give them to me, and then I’ll give you what you want.”
“Fuck me. Just do it, will you?”
“How hard was that?”
“Hard. Yes, hard would be good.”
Laughing, he gave it to her hard and fast, so fast and so hard that the bed banged against the wall as his body slammed into hers. So good… So fucking perfect. She’d never had sex like this before, the kind that made her question every choice she’d ever made in the past when it came to men.
This one had been different from the word go, and he was proving how different he was with every thrust of his big cock. Then he reached down to where they were joined to coax her into joining him in another of those full-body orgasms he doled out so effortlessly.
Sam saw stars— honest-to-God stars—as she came with him deep inside her, clinging to her as he let go with a deep groan of pleasure that echoed all the way through her.
As he came down on top of her, still throbbing deep inside her, Sam wrapped her arms around him to keep him from getting away. That too was new. She was usually the one to turn away afterward, eager to reclaim her space and to separate herself from the man of the moment.
But this man, this one… She wanted to hold on to him and the way he made her feel for as long as this perfect night lasted.
He raised his head off her chest and looked down at her, seeming to take inventory of her features. “That was…” He shook his head. “Amazing.”
Sam nodded in agreement. She was unaccustomed to being so undone by sex. To her, it was a physical act, a way to blow off steam and de-stress. She’d had more than one guy act hurt when she got right up afterward to get dressed to go home. She didn’t see the point of lingering when she’d gotten what she wanted.
With his eyes open and fixed on hers, Nick kissed her before he withdrew. “Don’t go anywhere,” he said as he left the bed.
This would be the perfect opportunity to get up, find her clothes and ask him to take her home. She had an early morning, and this had been fun, but it was time to get back to reality. Except… She couldn’t seem to move her arms or legs, nor could she find the wherewithal to make her escape.
So she stayed in his big comfortable bed until he returned with another glass of ice water. Still beautifully naked, he sat on the side of the bed and held the glass for her.
Sam propped herself up on an elbow and let him feed her sips of cold water that felt heavenly on her parched throat.
“You want to go home?” he asked.
“Not particularly.”
Was that relief she saw on his face? Whatever it was, it was gone as fast as it had arrived.
“Do you have to be somewhere in the morning?”
“Um, yeah. Work.”
“It’s Saturday.”
“I’m a cop. No such thing as weekends in my world.”
“That’s awful.”
“Believe me, I know.”
Putting the glass on a coaster on the bedside table, he reached for the alarm clock. “What time do you need to get up?”
“How long will it take to get back to the real world from here?”
Rolling his eyes at her slam on Northern Virginia, he said, “On a Saturday morning, about fifteen minutes.”
“Set it for five thirty, then.”
The same hazel eyes that had rolled with derision now nearly popped out of his skull. “As in five thirty a.m.?”
Sam laughed at his horrified reaction. “You heard me right.”
“That’s extremely uncivilized.”
“You’ve made me all dirty. I have to go home and shower before I meet my dad, the deputy chief, for coffee.”
She definitely didn’t imagine the slide of his Adam’s apple in his throat. “Your dad is the deputy chief… of police?”
“The one and only.”
“Well… That’s… Nice.”
Sam laughed so hard she had tears in her eyes. “Said no guy who dated any of Skip Holland’s daughters. Ever.”
“So he’s kind of a badass, huh?”
“The baddest of badasses. He carries a gun, a Taser and a billy club—and isn’t afraid to use any of them.”
“Good to know.”
Sam smiled at him. He was truly adorable and the sexiest guy she’d ever slept with—hands down.
Nick set the alarm, put the clock back on the table and slid into bed next to her.
Before she had a chance to wonder if he was into snuggling, he had wrapped his arms around her and made her comfortable with her head resting on his chest. His hand traveled up and down her back in soothing circles that had her relaxing into his embrace.
“I don’t do this,” she said, breaking the long silence.
“Do what?”
“Snuggle. Sleep over.” She hadn’t really intended to share that with him, but the words were out before she could take the time to decide if she should tell him that. The usual rules of gamesmanship were all out of whack with this guy, who seemed to be as nice as he was sexy.
He tightened his arms around her. “I’m glad you’ve decided to make an exception.”
“I’ve made quite a few exceptions tonight.”
“I know that crossing the 14th Street Bridge was a big deal for you…”
Sam laughed. “Yes, that was the biggest of the exceptions.”
“Sorry to drag you out of your city. I hope I’ve made it worth the trip.”
She slid her leg between both of his and flattened her hand on his abdomen. “It was definitely worth the trip, and I do like to get my passport stamped once in a while.”
“I want to see you again.”
Chapter 5
“You do?”
He nodded, looking adorably uncertain.
“You mean you want to see me naked again, right?” She could get onboard with that.
“No… I mean, yes, of course I do, but that’s not all I want. For some strange reason, I like you.” This was said with a twinkle of amusement in those sexy hazel eyes.
“Ha! What’s wrong with you? No one likes me, and I like it that way.”
“Your particular brand of prickliness is a turn-on to me. What can I say? I must be a masochist.”
“You certainly are.”
“So… You want to see me again, too?”
“Maybe.”
“Ouch.”
“Ohhh, sorry, did I injure your proud male ego by being noncommittal? I bet that doesn’t happen very often.”
“You wound me, Sam. You really do.”
“Just trying to keep you humble.” She hesitated, glancing at him to find he was watching her closely. “You’re a nice guy. A really nice guy.”
; Wincing, he said, “Double ouch.”
“No, really,” she said, laughing. “I mean that sincerely. And let me tell you, with the element I deal with at work, nice is a very good thing.”
“I suppose I should take the props where I can find them with you. Something tells me you’re not very free with the compliments.”
If he hadn’t been holding her so close to him, Sam might’ve squirmed from the way he read her so accurately. “The thing is… I don’t do the whole boyfriend-girlfriend thing. I don’t have time for a relationship. I work all the time.”
“All work and no play will make Sam a very dull girl.”
“Indeed it does.”
“For what it’s worth, I’m busy as hell, too. In fact, I’m leaving the day after tomorrow—or I guess it’s today now—for a four-week trip to Europe with the congressman.”
“Four weeks in Europe,” Sam said with a sigh. “Sounds like hell.”
“It would be for someone who considers Northern Virginia a foreign country.”
“Crossing the Potomac is, in fact, overseas, but since you have DC in your initials, I won’t hold the Northern Virginia thing against you.”
When he laughed, Sam discovered she’d only scratched the surface of his supreme sexiness. That deep laugh opened up a whole new frontier.
“That’s very kind of you. Truth is, I was rather looking forward to the trip until this incredibly sexy woman had beer spilled all over her, and I had no choice but to come to her rescue. Now four weeks in Europe is looking rather… boring.”
“You give good compliment.”
“Why, thank you.”
“You give good everything.”
“Is that right?” He nuzzled her neck while cupping her breast, and just that quickly, Sam wanted him again. Despite the zing of desire that had her motor running as if it hadn’t been recently—and repeatedly—satisfied, she had the presence of mind to realize tomorrow would be a flat-out disaster if she didn’t get some sleep.
“I hate to say this—and I do truly hate to say it—but I have to sleep, or the District’s criminal element will have their wicked way with me tomorrow.”
His deep, dramatic sigh made her smile. “If you’re going to be that way about it…”