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Desperate to feel her, his free hand roamed anywhere it could reach—up to sweep the luscious curve of her breast, down to squeeze her amazing ass. Her breathless, almost anxious noises set a fire in his blood. He couldn’t get close enough, couldn’t get enough of her.
Capturing her nipple, he drew it deep into his mouth. At the same time, he eased his hand down between their bodies and slicked his thumb over her clit. Her thighs clenched, her spine bowed, and a low, shuddery moan tore from her throat.
Without warning, she wrapped her hand around the base of his erection. Holding him tight, she arched more and slowly lowered herself onto him.
“Christ, Kylie, wait.” Concern for her had him gripping her hips and holding her suspended there, with the head of his cock barely penetrating her quivering threshold.
Her small sound of frustration combined with the greedy grip of her internal muscles had his eyes crossing. “Kylie, baby, I want to make sure you’re ready—”
“I’m ready,” she ground out. “I’ve been nothing but ready since I met you.” To prove it, she rolled her hips beneath his hands, easing him infinitesimally deeper.
“Condom,” he ground out.
“It’s the wrong time.”
And that was all he could take. On a strangled oath, he cupped her ass with both hands and let her have control.
She lifted up a little, and then slid herself all the way down, seating him fully within her, while he twitched and throbbed and tried like hell to be a gentleman and ignore the natural instinct to thrust—deep and hard and fast.
“Jesus…” He closed his eyes and prayed as she rode him with a slow, rocking motion. He listened to the erotic soundtrack of her quick breaths echoing around him, loving the way her exhales turned to short, ragged cries when he tightened his arm around her and swept his tongue in quick circles around the point of her nipple.
Soon her arms banded his neck. The slow rocking of her hips turned into a restless, frantic shifting. “I need…,” she gasped, practically squeezing him apart from the inside out.
He understood what she needed perfectly. At this point, his need to thrust was so great, so consuming, it bordered on an out-of-body experience. Framing her hips with his hands, he looked down at their joined bodies. “Hold on,” he warned. Then made the instruction superfluous as he held fast and drove deep.
“Oh, God, yes,” she cried, tightening around him when he moved to withdraw. “Whatever you’re doing to me, don’t stop. Please, Trevor, don’t stop.”
I’m loving you, sprang to mind, surprising him. Were he to voice the thought, he felt sure it would send her running for the door, so he pushed the words aside. “Never. I’m never stopping.”
Hauling her even closer, he gripped her slippery body, withdrew, and surged into her again and again. She made a heroic attempt to meet him thrust for thrust, hurtling him toward a dangerous, unsteady brink in the process.
Choosing his words became impossible once he hit that point, and they tumbled out of his mouth uncensored. He barely knew what he said—and doubted she did either—but the sound of his voice seemed to do it for her, so he kept talking.
“You’re so hot, so unbelievably tight. I want to feel you come. Kylie, baby, come for me.” Her frenzied movements, the hungry sounds coming from her throat, all suggested she desperately wanted to grant him his wish. Determined to nudge her over before he completely lost control of his own raging needs, he again found her breast, closed his mouth around the stiff, rosy tip, and bit gently.
Her entire body pulled tight. Wide, startled eyes met his, soft lips parted in shock. Then her head fell back, and a long, jagged sob rang out in the hushed room. She convulsed around him as the orgasm gripped and shook her. Bringing her trembling lips to his, he tasted her cry of relief just before it merged with his own. In the next instant, he surrendered everything—breath, heart, everything—to her.
Chapter Fourteen
Trevor was the one who had suffered a concussion, so Kylie wasn’t really sure why she felt so light-headed. But she did. From the moment she’d seen him standing beside the tub, all roughed up and naked, he’d stolen her breath and left her equilibrium asking which way was up. Even now, lying beside him in his big bed with her head cushioned in the curve of his shoulder and afternoon sunlight filtering in through wooden shutters, she couldn’t seem to draw the right amount of air into her lungs. Her head felt as weightless as the dust motes floating in the sunbeam slanting across the foot of the bed.
After mind-blowing sex, he’d switched things up, holding her captive with his molten gaze while his hands traveled intimately, yet innocently, over her skin and hair, bathing her. She’d returned the favor, reveling in the vitality of his body.
She could happily revel forever, drifting along blissfully as his fingers threaded lazily through her hair, and his heart pounded strong and steady beneath her ear. But reality kept pricking her brain with pointed questions until she couldn’t ignore them any longer.
“What happens now? With the case, I mean,” she quickly clarified, glancing up at his relaxed face.
He frowned slightly and sighed. “Not sure. Ian and I will continue digging through backgrounds tomorrow on all our maybes, and hope to God we hit on something. Otherwise, we start fresh Thursday night with a new man undercover.”
She sat up and looked at him. “A new man?”
“I’m blown. This guy took a swing at me, and suddenly cops were everywhere. Unless he’s a complete moron, he realizes I’m a detective working a sting.”
A chill scrambled along the back of her neck. “Do you think he suspects I’m part of the trap?”
He gave her a serious look and cupped her cheek in his warm palm. “I don’t know. My gut says no, because our guy thinks you’re Stacy, and if he knows her at all, he knows she’s not going to willingly cooperate with the police. But even if he suspects, you’ll be safe,” Trevor stressed. “This guy’s activity has been limited to the area around the club. We’ll have someone at Deuces before, during, and after your shifts. Until we catch him, you’ll never be unprotected.”
Kylie refrained from mentioning Stacy would most likely be back on the job in a few more weeks. She fervently hoped they’d have the killer in custody before then. Unfortunately, hope didn’t erase her concerns. “He nearly got caught last night. What if he decides to just…stop?”
