The man stiffened.
“Hey, we found a gun on him with the serial number that matches Ms. Redding’s 9mm that had been stolen,” Roland said.
“All right, and we have a stolen gun and an eyewitness account of your breaking and entering into a hotel room, evading arrest…” Adam glanced at the other items Roland had collected in evidence bags from Burt’s truck.
“The lady’s ID from the hotel room, her credit cards, and a hundred and fifty in cash in a bank envelope,” Roland said.
Adam smiled. “Good. Book him. I’ll question him in the morning.”
“I want a lawyer,” Burt said.
“Sure. I’ll speak with you in the presence of your lawyer.” Adam patted Roland on the shoulder. “Good work.”
The officer beamed at Adam, and then Adam took off down the street to look over his Hummer. He wasn’t even sure it would be drivable. Sierra had her head propped against her window on his jacket—that he’d tossed into the back seat of the Hummer for whenever he needed it—and looked like she was sleeping.
He opened the driver’s door and her head popped up.
“Where to now?” she asked.
“Home. Bed.” He tried to start his Hummer. It didn’t start. “After I get a tow service.”
She groaned. It didn’t take long for a tow truck to come for the Hummer, and then Roland was right there giving them a lift home.
Adam shook his head. “I can’t believe you’re taking me home again.”
“All in a day’s work.” Roland dropped them off at Adam’s house. “’Night, Detective, Ms. Redding. Have a good night. I’ll try not to call you about anything else.”
Adam smiled at him. “You did good and we caught the guy. That’s all that matters.”
Then Roland left, and Adam escorted a tired-looking she-wolf into the house.
“Take a shower and I’ll see you in bed since I already took one and I didn’t have to chase after a bad guy like you did,” Sierra said, heading for the bedroom.
“I will.” He followed her into the bedroom, where she’d already turned on the overhead light, and began stripping out of his clothes as he went into the master bathroom.
Then Adam was showering, and he hoped he wouldn’t disturb her when he climbed into bed. He didn’t figure anything would go on between them except for sleeping. Maybe in the morning before he had to run in and interrogate his suspect, after they got a good night’s sleep, they would be in the mood for some snuggling. Or more—if they had time. He sure hoped so.
He finished showering, dried off, and put on a pair of boxer briefs, then turned out the light and joined Sierra in bed.
He had expected she would be sleeping already, but as soon as he pulled the covers over himself, not sure if he should try cuddling with her or just let her get her sleep, she was moving toward him in bed. That certainly worked for him.
Then she was running her hand over his abs and reached down to the waistband of his boxer briefs. “Hmm, you don’t ever sleep in the raw?”
“Yeah, I do, but—”
“Don’t change your usual routine just for me.”
That was when he realized she was naked in bed. He was more than surprised, not to mention thrilled. He quickly shoved his boxer briefs down his legs and kicked them out from under the covers and onto the floor. Then he moved against Sierra, feeling her soft, naked curves and hot body next to his, and he cupped her face and began kissing her.
This felt so right with her like this. She was kissing him back just as eagerly, her body pressing against his, pushing for contact, and he was just as eager to touch her all over. His hand cupped a breast and he massaged it as he continued to kiss her, her lips parting and inviting him to take his fill.
She began stroking his tongue with hers, her body moving against his. He could smell their pheromones heating up, their heartbeats ramping up already. The musky smell of their sex encouraged them to keep going. All the tiredness they both felt melted away in the passion of the moment.
She ran her hand over his hip and his buttock and she squeezed, making his cock even harder. It didn’t take much for that to happen with the way he was touching her, and she was touching him right back. He pressed a leg between hers and lifted slightly, connecting with her mound. She moaned softly. The sound undid him, and he swept his hand downward, traversing her short, curly hairs and finding her swollen nubbin between her legs. She jerked a little when he began to rub it, and he kissed her again, wanting to taste her, feel her, listen to her soft sighs and moans, see the way she was drawn under his spell and how she drew him under hers.
She slid her hand down his side and his arm, back to his buttock while he continued to stroke her, his cock ready to plunge inside her, if they had been going for a mating. Once she was free to date, he’d imagined what it would be like to enjoy her like this again and again. He’d tried to keep his mind off it when they were together at work, but the interest and the need couldn’t be quashed, no matter how much he’d tried. But now it wasn’t just envisioning what it would be like again, recalling all the sensual details, all his senses on high alert whenever he smelled her close by.
He savored every whispered breath, the way she touched him with such abandon stirring in his loins, making him want to skip the dating business and get on with the mating business. Not that he didn’t want to take her on fun dates—he would always want to do that—but he realized he really wanted her for keeps. Making love to her after hours, working with her on the job, playing with her when they were free. Sure, he’d dated other she-wolves, but he’d never felt this way about another woman.
He continued to stroke her swollen nub and kiss her luscious mouth at the same time, slipping his tongue between her lips and caressing her tongue with his. Her fingers combed through his hair in a sensuous way, but then she seemed to be holding her breath, her whole body taut. She suddenly gripped his shoulders and cried out, her body shuddering with release.
Then he kissed her long and hard, wanting to go all the way.
She reached down and touched his hip. “Do you want to finish up here or in the shower?” Before he responded, she was getting out of bed and pulling at his hand to get a move on. “Come on. We need to get some sleep. Or at least I do.”
* * *
They soon were in the shower under the pulsating spray of the hot water, and Sierra wasn’t in any rush to bring Adam to orgasm. She’d only wanted to get them out of bed in a hurry and make love to him some more. She wanted to take her time just like he had done with her.
She rubbed her body against his first, pressing against his heavy cock, her hands sliding down his body as he cupped her face and kissed her.