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"Good idea." She crawled off him and sat up.
Raith winced as he sat up as well and then nearly laughed when he realized he had carpet burn on his butt.
"You get more condoms," DeVane instructed as she examined the red abrasions on her knees. "And I'll clean the kitchen. Then we can meet in the bedroom in fifteen minutes."
Thinking this was a fine idea, Raith reached for his pants. By the time he had his clothes on and his wallet back in order, stuffing it into his hip pocket, she had dressed as well.
He wasn't sure why he did it, but a spur of the moment reflex had him leaning toward her and placing a closed-mouthed but lengthy kiss to her mouth. "See you in fifteen," he murmured against her lips, feeling a spark of accomplishment when her eyes filled with a dreamy glaze.
"Yeah," she murmured, frowning slightly as she reached up unconsciously to touch her lips. "See you in... oh, wait. My car's blocking yours in the drive." He expected her to move her BMW to let him out, but she surprised the heck out of him when she shrugged and handed him her keys. "Just take mine."
He stared at her car keys a moment, feeling a sudden bout of nerves. Okay, it was one thing to have an intense physical moment with a woman and start feeling things that borderlined true feelings, but this driving of each other's automobiles? That was downright domestic. Before he knew it, they would start themselves a real relationship.
The most terrifying part of that thought, though, was how it made his blood churn with excitement. Curling his fingers around her keys, he headed out the door before she could change her mind and take them back.
He returned to her place in eight minutes and forty-five seconds, parking her BMW on the curb so he could get out later without disturbing her. He went inside through the back door that led straight to the kitchen, hoping to find her there. But DeVane had already finished cleaning.
Wandering idly through the house, he finally found her in her bedroom. He paused in the doorway and watched from the hall as she bent over her bed to straighten the sheets. It made him grin, realizing she didn't make her bed every day either. But the sight also rustled up a daydream of her in that messy bed first thing in the morning, her skin dewy from sleep and her body warm and malleable.
He went instantly hard and took advantage of her upraised backside, coming into the room to grasp her hips and pull her bottom against his lap. "Why are you even bothering?" he asked, grinning at her sound of pleasure and surprise. "We're just going to mess them up again."
DeVane moaned and stopped fiddling with the sheets. "Malloy, you—"
She sounded hesitant, as though maybe she'd changed her mind
about giving him a second round.
Not ready to be kicked out just yet, Raith reached around to stroke her through her thin shorts. "Correct," he murmured in her ear. "How'd you guess it was me?"
She gasped and bucked against his hand. He let his eyes fall half closed, delighting in her little sounds of pleasure. "I, uh, I…smelled bacon," she was able to rasp between her moans.
His lids flipped open so he could scowl. "Oh, you want to make cop jokes, huh?" Nudging her further into the mattress, he added, "So, how do you know when a lawyer is lying?"
"His lips are moving." She rubbed her ass against him like a cat in heat. "How do you know when a cop's gone bad?"
"No… no idea." His eyes almost rolled into the back of his head. But, damn. She felt so good.
She must've not been as far gone as he was, however, because she was still able to answer her joke with a stuttered, "A-all the donut shops have been robbed."
"So, how do you make a lawyer come?" he asked.
Willow bucked against him. "Oh my God. H-how?"
He leaned over her to nibble on her ear. "How 'bout I just show you."
~ * ~
Willow lay on her bed, her back tucked snugly against Malloy's chest. His arm grew heavy on her waist while his breathing slowed and evened.
Her eyes flew open when she realized he'd fallen asleep on her. She wiggled out from under his hold and rolled over to check his conscious status for herself. Resting her head on the same pillow he was using, she watched him sleep.
This was so surreal. She'd disliked him for as long as she'd known him. He made her bristle every time he came near. But he'd just given her the most amazing sex of her life... and it was kinky sex at that. Usually kinky sex felt more uncomfortable and awkward than pleasurable and it just didn't get her off, but Raith Malloy blew her away.
She wanted to jostle him awake and demand to know how he'd done it. But she didn't touch him, a little too unstable to hear any kind of honest answer. Marathon sex like this and sleeping with a man she didn't particularly care for were not part of her daily routine. She had no idea how to act around him now. So she continued to silently watch him.
She'd been intrigued from the first moment she'd seen him on the front lawn of the courthouse two years ago. He'd looked up and stared at her so intently, she'd almost stumbled over her own feet, except there'd been a slight scowl on his features as if he wanted nothing to do with her—all while pinning her with a hungry gaze.
Ever since then, he'd been nothing but rude and detestable, belittling her profession, her gender, and even her clothing on occasion. Yet, he was so damn hot, she always came back for more, feeling a little thrill in the pit of her stomach whenever she saw him, anxious for their next challenging exchange.
