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"Never knew you were such a liar," he murmured and his thumb drew lazy circles on my skin that threatened to take my breath away.
"Part of the job description, remember?" But the sarcasm fell flat, stripped away by the raw need that threaded through my words.
Averill Winslow doesn't do vulnerable.
But there I was, laid bare in more ways than one, with a man who had seen me at my worst. We were partners in crime-fighting, not bed-sharing, but the lines blurred faster than my last stakeout.
"Kylo," I warned, or maybe pleaded – hell, even I wasn’t even sure anymore.
"Shh," he hushed me, a smile in his voice. "Let's not think about crimes and cases right now."
Easier said than done when I was acutely aware of every goddamn inch of him. It was a dangerous game we were playing, dancing on the edge of something that could either burn us alive or douse the flames we’d been fanning since the day we met.
"Kylo," I said again, my voice steadier, but there was no hiding the raw edge to it.
"I'm right here, Averill." His lips were near my ear, his breath hot against my neck. "Always," he added, and it wasn't a promise or a threat, it was just a fact. Like gravity or the never-ending drizzle that plagued this city.
"Damn you, Quinn," I muttered and leaned into his touch, surrendering to the storm he stirred up inside me. Because maybe, just maybe, I wanted to explore these depths – with him as my anchor. "Christ, your touch..." I gasped, the words catching in my throat as his fingertips danced a path of fire across my skin.
"Too much?" His voice was a low rumble, threaded with a chuckle that said he knew exactly what he was doing to me.
"Never enough," I bit down on my lip to hold back the tide of desire that threatened to spill over. The sensation ignited something primal in me.
Our eyes locked, intense and unyielding, a silent challenge passing between us.
"Kiss me, asshole," I ordered, only half-joking, because if he didn't soon, I might have lost my damned mind.
Kylo didn't need to be told twice. His lips crashed against mine, a perfect storm of longing and raw desire that tasted like sweet victory and felt like coming home. It was a kiss that spoke of dark alley chases and shared secrets, of the trust we had built brick by bloody brick.
"Fuck, Averill," he murmured against my mouth and his words sent a thrill straight to my core. "You have no idea what you do to me." His tongue slid against mine, and all thoughts of sassy comebacks melted away, leaving nothing but the insistent throb of need.
My heart pounded like it was trying to break free from my chest, racing with the same appetite I used to chase down leads on the grimy streets. Except now, the chase was different; I was hunting down every last shred of control I thought I had, and Kylo was right there with me, matching me step for desperate step.
"God, you're—" I tried, but the words tangled up with moans that spilled out uninvited.
"Yours," Kylo finished for me, his voice thick with emotion, sealing the vow with another deep, soul-shattering kiss that left me reeling and utterly, irrevocably his.
The steam from the shower fogged up the glass, cloaking us in a cocoon of heat and need. My fingers traced the contours of Kylo's muscled back, the hard lines I've watched tensely stand guard over crime scenes now softening under my touch. His skin was hot, slick with water and something far more intoxicating—desire, pure and unfiltered.
"Jesus, Averill," he groaned, and I couldn't help the smirk that danced across my lips as my hands roamed lower, mapping out the territory I’d only dared fantasize about during those long stakeouts.
My fingers traced every inch of his body, eliciting shivers and gasps from him as the water pounded against our skin. Our movements a desperate dance, crashing against each other and the wall, fueled by a raw, primal desire. His lips left a trail of fire down my neck and ignited my senses as his hand crept up my thigh, awakening an itch inside me that only he could scratch.
I gasped for air as he pressed his lips harder against mine, my back arching off the cold tile wall. The heady aroma of his cologne and our shared shower gel enveloped me, sending my senses into overdrive. The lingering taste of cigarettes on his tongue ignited a fire within me and mingled with the sweet breath we shared in between feverish kisses. His rough stubble grazed across my flushed skin, each scrape sending electric shocks down my spine and pooling at the base of my stomach.
Our tongues entwined again, this time more desperate and demanding. My fingers dug into his shoulders as he pressed me harder against the wall and his cock slammed into me, claiming me as his own. I gripped onto him tighter, feeling every corded muscle beneath his skin quiver under my touch as he matched my intensity stroke for stroke. Our hips grinded together in the tight space, pushing against one another like two star-crossed lovers in a crowded club. He tore his lips away from mine and trailed hot kisses down my jawline, following the path of tiny droplets of water rolling down from my forehead to my chin. "God Averill," he whispered huskily against my skin before capturing my lips once more.
"God complex much?" I teased, even as my body betrayed me, singing with anticipation at the press of his cock against me. His laugh was low, a sound that managed to turn me on more than any moan.
"Only with you," His hands skimmed over my breasts with a possessiveness that should have terrified me.
But the detective in me wondered if this was how it felt to cross the line, to blur the boundaries between partners in law and partners in... whatever the hell this was.
"Good answer," I breathed, arching into his touch.
Our hands were a frenzy, touching, teasing, stoking the flames until I was pretty sure we could have powered all of NYC with the energy that crackled between us. And when his cock slid home, filling me so perfectly it was like he was made for this—to be inside me—I damn near lost my mind.
"Fuck, Kylo!" The words were torn from me, every bit as raw and real as the city we swore to protect. The tile was cold against my back, but I barely noticed; all I felt was him—his heat, his strength, his relentless rhythm.
