coming to be able to decipher exactly what that meant. Of course I’d remember. She was a part of every bit of my life now.
She tugged on me until I had no choice but to acquiesce.
I lifted my hips as my vision blurred around her and darkened before the relief punched the breath out of me. My release flowed over her fingers, and a stripe lashed across her breasts.
Her breath came in a rush and her chest heaved as she rubbed it into her skin. She let out a relieved breath and sagged back again. Enough that she hit the horn on the steering wheel.
Startled, she laughed, and then reached for her shirt in the passenger seat and wiped me away.
The baser part of me almost growled out my displeasure. I’d never been the guy who needed to mark someone like that, but right now, I wanted her splayed out and screaming my name. Only this time she wouldn’t be able to wipe me away.
“I think we could use a shower.” She opened the door and nearly fell outside.
“Bee—”
She caught herself and tossed a devil-may-care grin over her shoulder, then unhooked her bra and threw it at my face before running for the house.
I didn’t know what had gotten into her, but I was not done with her yet. I needed a second to stuff my abused cock back into my pants.
Damn, she was quick.
She’d left the door open and was already upstairs when I crossed the threshold. I took the stairs two at a time. Her shoes and work pants were on the floor in the hall followed by a ridiculously small bit of white cotton just outside the bathroom.
The water was running and steam billowed out from the glass enclosure. She was a shadow in the frosted glass, but already her hands were up into all that hair, making quick work of a shampoo.
My getting undressed required a bit more work, but I enjoyed the show as I unlaced, unholstered, and stripped away the sheriff part of me. Though Gina had definitely done a good job of that in my police cruiser.
“Are you going to just be a creeper out there or get in here with me?”
I smiled as I tucked my gun in the hamper, just in case. I opened the door and stepped inside. “Is there any hot water left?”
She was using one of those crumpled net things to smooth soap across her belly. “You snooze, you lose.”
I stole it from her and filled my fingers with the gingerbread-scented soap before turning her against the wall so I could get some water on my neck and back.
I kissed her shoulder while I brought my hands up to cup her breasts. “You always smell so damn delicious. I love having all your potions in my shower now.”
She tipped her head back against my chest. “Eventually, I’ll need to actually stay at my apartment.”
I bit her shoulder. “And why would you go and do that?”
She peeked up at me. “Because I don’t live here, silly.”
I plucked at her nipples, using the soap to slip around in between the firmer pulls. “You belong here with me always.”
She did this little sigh-moan combination that always made a lump form in my throat. Utter pleasure and happiness lived in that sound. Lived in me each time I heard it.
I coasted one hand down her soft belly to the apex of her thighs. “Were you wet from getting me off in the car?” I found the silky folds of her pussy and traced my lips along the shell of her ear. “Did you wash that away too?”
“Maybe.” Her voice was soft and more a groan than words.
I cupped the suds that sluiced down her skin along her belly. “When I came on you and you wiped it off, it made me unreasonable.”
She blew out a slow breath. “I’m not sorry. I liked watching you lose control.”
I scraped my teeth down her neck. “No, you like when I take control.” I gently widened her feet, so she was open for me. “Hands on the tile, Bee.”
She quickly did as I asked. Enough that I grinned into the skin between her shoulder blades. “Always so good for me.” I opened her a little more and positioned her hips so I could drag the head of my cock through her folds.
She pressed her forehead against the tile and shuddered.
“So wet for me.” I crouched a little to line us up and drove into her. “This