He cut her off. “You don’t need to be concerned. I was going to discuss this with you at the house, but here works. I get tested daily, Shea. I have to as part of my duty as Mayor. I don’t have the virus. My car was just detailed this morning even though I’m the only one that’s been in it. You’re safe, I promise.”
She let out a sigh of relief as he opened the door for her and she slid into the passenger seat. “Thank you,” she began once he was behind the wheel. “I have to get tested regularly too. Not just for my job, but because I want to make sure Penny is safe.”
“She’s adorable.” Shea’s head snapped around, her eyes pinning him in place. “I’ve only seen her at the coffee shop poking her head around corners. I swear,” he hurried to explain.
“She’s a handful,” she said, relaxing back in her seat. “But she’s the love of my life. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for her.”
“That’s admirable, how much you do to care for her.”
If only he knew. “She makes it easy.”
“So, this can’t be a traditional first date for obvious reasons, but I hope you appreciate a man that can cook one hell of a lobster dinner.”
“I actually love seafood. Good choice,” she said. The air in the car was stifling, her skin seemed to be on fire. When he’d leaned across to flip on the radio, his arm had brushed hers, sending goosebumps tingling down her arm. Her attraction to him had to be obvious, a fact that embarrassed her. Until Henry’s voice sounded in her ear: Just fucking live for once, Shea. Damn, she hated it when he was right. She was entitled to some sort of pleasure. She knew a relationship could never bloom between them, he was the Mayor, and she had dark secrets that would more than likely revolt him. But for one night, she could indulge in every fantasy she’d ever had about him.
Atticus pulled into his driveway and her smile came easy taking in his beautiful home. “Here we are,” he said, before rounding the hood to open her door.
“It’s beautiful.” He took her hand, and she squeezed her eyes shut to keep from simply melting at this touch. Leading her into the house, he took off his mask, and she did the same. The cool air a welcome reprieve against her flushed cheeks.
Atticus couldn’t believe she was finally in his house. The full force of her beauty struck him; her blue eyes shone brightly at him, almost begging him to make a move. Her silky dark hair fell in a slight wave to her shoulders, thick enough for his hands to get a good grip when he wanted her more exposed to him. She was perfection; a tasty morsel waiting to be sampled.
Unable to restrain himself, he stepped forward into her space, backing her up against the door. She gasped, surprised, biting down on her lip. He groaned at the sight and lowered his head to allow his tongue to trace the outline of her soft lips gently.
“Fuck,” he breathed. She tasted so damn sweet. She was intoxicating, a heady drug he couldn’t get enough of. When her arms wound around his neck and her body arched into him, he was lost. Their lips smashed together, each fighting to be the first to taste the other. Their tongues were collided in a war dance, desperate to take more and more of what they each had to offer.
“Jesus Christ, Shea.” It was like a bomb had gone off, an explosion igniting all of the passion and pent up lust they’d been keeping a tight leash on for months. Her hands fumbled with his belt, seeking entrance, as she tilted her head to allow him to scrape his teeth along the tender flesh of her throat.
“More,” she begged, her breathy moan snapping the last bit of his control. Snatching her into his arms, he moved through the house at a breakneck pace, never letting his mouth leave her skin. Her shirt got lost somewhere along the way—how the hell did that happen? By the time he reached his bedroom his cock was at full attention, longing to be plunging deep inside her.
Her tits were spilling out of the push up lacy bra she wore, a fucking tempting feast. They collapsed on the bed in a tangle of limbs, rolling until she was beneath him. He clasped both her hands in his and trapped them above her head, lowering his mouth to nudge her bra aside and take her rosy tipped nipple into his mouth, sucking hard.
“God, yes!” she cried out.
“You taste fucking amazing, Shea.” He used his free hand to push her pants down her legs, shoving her panties aside and plunging two digits into her already sopping wet pussy. “Goddamn it,” he swore. She was slick, her warm heat enveloping him immediately. Wanting more, he traveled his way down her body, reaching her pussy and diving in with one long swipe of his tongue. She arched instinctively, fighting to get her hands free. Fisting his hair, she rode his face hard, pushing herself until she crashed over the edge in an orgasm that made her see stars.
“Fuck me,” she whispered, barely able to catch her breath.
“Oh, I will,” Atticus promised. He gripped her hips and flipped their positions once more, drawing her up onto her knees and taking position behind her. Her perky ass that he’d been fantasizing about for months was now in his grasp. He gave her one hard smack, pleased when her skin flushed the way he knew it would. Unable to hold back any longer, he thrust his hips forward, filling her to the hilt. They both groaned as he set a steady rhythm, building them up with an agonizing pleasure.
“More,” she begged and he was all too happy to oblige. Their intimacy was primal, his need to possess her almost feral in its nature. She was meant to be his and now that he had her, he’d be damned if she ever got away.
Reaching beneath her, he twisted her nipples in his fingertips, pleased when her body shuddered in response. Knowing she was close, he pistoned his hips harder to drive them both to their release together.
Exhausted, he flopped down on the mountain of pillows, delighted when she curled into his side. He wrapped her up in his arms and stroked her hair, closing his eyes to savour the moment.
Fighting hard to steady her breathing, Shea lay as still as possible, hoping that Atticus would think she’d fallen asleep. He was an incredible lover, they’d been like two animals going at it. She’d never felt a connection so deep.
Guilt started to creep in, he thought she was an innocent coffee shop worker. A single mom working hard to provide for her daughter. Which was true, but not in the way he thought. It would be so easy to pretend that she was the right type of woman for him; but the truth was, she was the farthest thing from it. No, there was no way for them to be together beyond a one night stand.
After all, he had an obligation to keep their city safe from crime. And she was the city’s worst nightmare.
Chapter 5
An incessant buzzing sound roused Shea from a deep sleep. Completely disoriented, she sat up, groping her bed sheets blindly searching for her phone. It was then she realized it wasn’t her bed sheets, and it wasn’t her bed she was in. What the fuck? The memory of Atticus’s mouth all over her body rushed over her. Goddamn it, she’d fallen asleep in his bed. A glance to the right confirmed it, as he was fast asleep on his stomach, the thin white sheet barely covering his ass. She had a quick moment to appreciate the view before her phone started buzzing again.
Glancing down at the caller ID, she saw it was Henry calling. Grabbing a t-shirt off the floor, she yanked it over her head and tiptoed to the bathroom, not wanting to wake him.