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Carver nodded and let himself out the kitchen door. And Jack and I were all alone. Nerves gathered in the pit of my stomach, and tingles skittered across my skin until every part of me was aware of our complete solitude. I reached for his cup to take it to the sink, just so I could keep my hands busy, but he touched my wrist and I froze.
His mouth quirked in a half smile, displaying his dimple, and every rational thought in my head evaporated. He scooted his chair back from the table and brought me slowly to my feet. The temperature rose twenty degrees, and I suddenly knew what it felt like to become prey. Jack didn’t let go of my wrist, and I looked behind me to see if I had room to maneuver.
“Nowhere to run,” he whispered, pulling me closer. His arms came around me in a loose circle and he nuzzled at my cheek. “It’s been three hours since I’ve kissed you.”
My throat was as dry as dust, and I licked my lips. This time was different. We weren’t waking up to romantic morning light, caught in each other and the soft touches that new lovers shared. This was primal. Carnal. Energy crackled in the air between us, and the need to mate was so strong my fingers clenched in his shirt before I made myself relax them.
“It seems like forever,” I breathed out, the words barely forming.
Jack nipped at my jaw with his teeth and I moaned, trembling in his arms as my body came to attention.
“Forever,” he agreed. “It’s been almost eight hours since I’ve been inside you.”
“Much too long,” I moaned, tilting my head back so he had better access to my neck.
The room spun around me and my eyes fluttered closed to fight the dizziness, but it didn’t help. Jack did this to me—made my knees weak and my body liquid—so time spun around us. It was only the two of us at the center of the universe. And then his mouth took mine in a scorching kiss that nothing to do with patience or seduction and everything to do with ravenous need.
My back hit the wall and I heard something crash, but I was too far gone to care or notice what we’d broken. Our tongues twined and my legs wrapped around his waist—searching, searching—for the hard heat of him to press against the one spot that would make me scream.
“Jesus,” he panted, his hand finding my breast—squeezing, tweaking—until the throbbing between my thighs became almost unbearable.
“Windows,” he gasped.
I didn’t care that we were in the kitchen in a public building, where anyone could walk in. I found the energy to open my eyes, and found myself staring into Jack’s—molten black and glazed with desire.
“Don’t care,” I panted. “Now.”
I worked frantically at the button of his jeans, ignoring the fact that he still wore his shirt and weapon. He kissed me again and carried me a few steps, trying to make it to the privacy of my office, but my hand found its way inside his jeans and any sensible thoughts he had vanished.
“Or here’s good,” he said.
“Hurry, hurry,” I begged.
He flicked the clasp of my trousers and they fell to my knees, and I gasped as he tore away my underwear. We were both in motion now, trying to relieve the aching pressure that kept building inside of us. I kicked off a shoe and freed a leg from my pants, and then Jack’s hands grasped my ass and hitched me up. My legs wrapped around his waist and then he was finally inside me, and we both let out a satisfied moan at the feel of our flesh joining.
My heart thudded inside my chest and my head knocked against the wall as he moved into me, over and over again. Sweat dampened our skin and our bodies were so hot I was surprised they didn’t burst into flame. My fingernails dug into his shoulders as he rocked higher and higher, and my legs turned into a vise as I felt the first trembling shocks rocket through my body.
My hips bucked wildly and I cried out as the rest of the world spun away. Jack stiffened and shuddered against me, and we held on to each other—survivors of a passionate storm—our hearts pounding as one.
I didn’t know how much time passed. My vision cleared, and I wondered if I’d had a stroke because everything was sideways. I lifted my head as high as much as my strength would allow and realized we were lying down.
“How’d we end up on the floor?” I croaked out. I dropped my head back to his shoulder and decided I could probably fall asleep on top of him if he’d just be still.
“I think I fell down,” he said. “I have blank spots in my memory. And my legs might be broken.”
“Thank you for being a gentleman and not landing on top of me.”
“My mother brought me up right.”
I giggled against his chest and rose up so I could see his face. His eyes were heavy-lidded and his smile satisfied, and I couldn’t help but take his face between my hands and kiss him softly.
“It’s nice to see you smile,” he said. “I want you to be happy.”
I hugged him close and realized Iwashappy. In this moment I was as happy as I’d ever been. “You make me happy,” I said. “Thanks for being persistent.”
He swatted me on the backside and lifted me up, and a small tremor went through me as our bodies separated. I crawled on my hands and knees, without a shred of dignity whatsoever, and gathered my scattered clothes. At least I was still wearing my shirt.
“You owe me new underwear, Sheriff,” I said, holding up the tattered white lace and giving him a wide-eyed stare. “Police brutality.”
