“More is good.”
He laughed, a husky sound that made her tingly inside and out—and gave her more. More torturous teasing. Enough to make her squirm and moan in his arms, but not enough to satisfy the building itch that so desperately needed scratching.
“I feel how much you want me. How much you need me to make you come. And I will. I’ll make you come so hard on my hands, and I’ll love every fucking second of it. You want that, princess?”
Princess. The name she’d told him never to call her again. The word she’d dreamed of him using every night since then. “Yes.” She whispered her answer as the tingly beginning of orgasm sparked beneath his touch.
“You can do better than that.”
“Please.”
He tsked. Taunted her with harder pressure, faster friction, deeper penetration, pushing her to the edge without letting her tip over.
She needed it to end. Never wanted it to end. This feeling, this man… “Please—sir.”
His growl vibrated against her skin. Like magic, he hit all her spots at once, sending her cresting into wave after wave of climax. He pinned her to the dressing table, the edge of it digging into her abdomen, the sharp bite of pain adding to the heady sensation rippling through her body as she came down.
“I could listen to that, feel you come undone for me, eight times a day, every goddamn day, and it would never get old.”
She turned her head enough to meet his heavy-lidded gaze. “No need to butter me up—if you want a blowjob, just say so.”
“Babe, if I wanted my cock in your mouth right now, you’d already be on your knees.”
“Now I’m offended that you haven’t put me there.”
He groaned. Then straightened, grabbed her waist and turned her, pulling her tight to his chest. “Does that smart mouth of yours ever take a break?”
“Only when you give it something else to do.”
“Done,” he said, cupping the back of her head and shutting her up with a kiss that had her practically crawling up his body to get more.
“Get back here…” she said a bit too breathlessly when he pulled back. But seriously, what did he think he was doing, breaking a kiss like that?
“Can’t. I have to get back to work.”
“Now?”
A cocky grin broke across his devastatingly handsome face. “Five minutes ago, actually.” Between them, his very capable fingers found her nipples and gave the piercings a gentle tug. “But if you feel like breaking and entering again tonight, I promise to properly punish you for it.”
She swatted his hands from her body and scooped up the towel as she moved away. “I did not break and enter. I used the spare key Nia gave me months ago. The one I’m welcome to use whenever I want.” The oversized bath towel suddenly felt like a facecloth. “Which won’t be while you’re staying here. My apartment’s cold shower just got a lot more appealing.”
He cursed under his breath when she pushed past him to storm from the room. Heavy footsteps followed her down the hall. A powerful knock rattled the bathroom door.
She held the doorknob tightly in her fist. For all the renovations he’d done to this house, Conn hadn’t seen fit to install modern hardware with locks on the interior doors. Preserving the charm of the original architecture, or some bullshit like that. All well and good, except she had no true defense against Curtis, should he decide he wanted face-to-face contact.
“Open the door.”
“Fuck you.” She waited for a reply about how he’d do that later, but it didn’t come. Nothing did. Just still silence.
Maybe he’d had enough of her angry lashing out, issued a non-verbal fuck you of his own, and gone back to work. Another shitty goodbye. She let go of the doorknob and slid down the wall until her butt hit the tiled floor. This day—this week—couldn’t get much worse.
“The breaking and entering comment was a joke. It just came out. I should’ve thought about how it’d make you feel before I said it, but as we’ve already established, I’m an idiot on occasion.”
The door rattled in its place again. Not from a knock this time. Something softer, a subtler kind of contact…such as his palms or forehead pressing against the opposite side.
She could picture him standing there—patient, despite needing to carry on with his day. This man, who radiated authority regardless of what he wore, humbly awaited her reply. And it brought her to her feet. Lured her hand back to the old metal doorknob. If she turned the handle, looked in his eyes again, she’d be done for. It’d be that much harder to purge him from her system.
She pulled the door open and there he stood, hands braced on either side of the doorframe. Unmoving, yet pushing past her defenses. Again.
“I wouldn’t use your past to hurt you on purpose, Sara. I’m not that much of an asshole.”
“It’d be easier if you were.”
A smile ticked at the corners of his mouth. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you either.”
“Start thinking about somebody else.”
“Don’t want to.”
Deep in her chest, imaginary butterflies fluttered their stupid little wings. “You and I…” She shook her head. “It’ll never work.”
“Seems to be working pretty well so far.” He crossed the threshold, tugged the knotted end of the towel and raked his eyes over her when the blue terrycloth fell to the floor. “Be waiting for me like this when I get back in a couple hours and we’ll work on it some more.”
“No can do. Late shift tonight.”
“Come by after. Since I’m going to spend the rest of the day and night thinking how hot you were when I had you bent over that dressing table, it’s safe to say I’ll still be up.”
It was tempting. He was tempting. Even if she wanted to give in, though, it wouldn’t be tonight. By the time she finished work, she’d be in the mood for a hot, cleansing shower, not a dirty-hot fuck. Random males hollering their way to prepaid happy endings played hell on her libido. Another reason she needed to find a new job, stat.
She cupped her hand over the fly of Curtis’ uniform pants. “You’ll have to manage this one on your own. But if you stop here tomorrow afternoon, you may find a naked intruder who’ll resist arrest and require restraining.”
“I told you, I don’t role-play.”
“Then we won’t play. I’ll give you my best resistance,” she squeezed the thick bulge beneath her palm, “and you can do whatever it takes to subdue me.”
His eyes narrowed and his jaw clenched. “You couldn’t handle what I’d give you.”
Holy shit, his voice. So deep, so…intense.
“I can take anything and everything you’ve got.”
Nostrils flaring, he gripped her wrists, spun her around and pressed her hard against the wall, bad-guy style. “You think so?”
“Yes.” Instinctively, she spread her legs. Arched her back so her ass connected squarely with his groin, eliciting a deep growl from the commanding officer.
“Prove it.” He released her wrists, slid his hands over her hips possessively. “Go out with me.”
“What? Out, like…a date?”