about taking too much time for this?”
“Both.”
That sounded about right, but then she lifted a leg and wrapped it around his butt, grinding the slick heat of pussy to his erection, and he didn’t give a damn about motivation or danger or the Espositos or anything else.
The counter. Good. He could see it there behind her, and he backed her up. Even as he boosted her onto the edge, she spread her legs wide so he could step—closer to paradise. Just the right height.
“Please.” She clutched his arms and pulled herself. They came together again, mouth to mouth, breast to chest. He started to kneel to taste what he could feel brushing against his cock, but she pounded his shoulder. “No. Later. Now.”
She whimpered, writhed, and he had no choice.
He’d already put on the condom—no chance he’d lose that erection, and every chance he’d lose the packet in the dark.
“Are you sure,” he started to say but she held herself open with one hand, grabbed his cock with the other, and he walked forward and straight into her body.
She wrapped herself around him, legs against his rear, arms around his neck, so tight against him he could only rock. That suited him fine, rocking and sliding just the tiniest motion inside her. But then she began that unholy writhing again, and the control burst.
She cried out. Jesus, and she squeezed too, waves of tightness around his cock. Her breath came hot and fast on his neck until she let go and leaned back on her elbows.
“Harder. Faster,” she demanded and twisted and pushed from the kitchen counter, letting him go hard and deep. He loved how deep she made him go. Balls-deep. He thrust hard, stopping only to pull her leg up onto his shoulder, kissing along her calf, licking the side of her knee, tasting the warm salt of her flesh.
“More,” she moaned.
“I was right. You are bossy.” He gasped and pushed into her heat over and over, rough and needy, until he felt his body tighten. She cried out again—coming again and pulling him with her this time. He fell into an orgasm so startlingly strong the dark room grew light and his legs went weak.
“Wow.” She rubbed her calf against the side of his neck. He kissed it and gently stroked it from ankle to knee. She had gorgeous legs.
“You wanted fast,” he reminded her.
“And powerful.”
He couldn’t argue with that.
He nibbled the tender inside of her knee and felt himself growing hard again.
She heaved a long sigh and began to pull her leg away. He stopped her for a moment to give the impossibly soft skin another long stroke and a pat on the inner thigh.
Ames moved languidly as she pulled herself up. She suddenly went still. “The car,” she said.
“What?”
“The car. Jake’s car.”
“Tell me what you’re talking about.”
“We should go back and look at the car.”
“Explain how what we just did made you think about Jake’s car. Better make it good, or I’ll be insulted.” He went for a light tone but felt just ever so slightly serious. What they’d done together—that fast, furious fuck or making love or whatever it had been—he’d been completely into it and into her. Nothing else had existed.
“It was the way you patted me just now. It reminded me of him.”
She slid all the way off the counter and got down on her hands and knees. He felt her fingers brush his toes, and he squatted. “What are you doing?”
“Getting dressed.”
He sighed and reached for the dark pile he knew was his jeans and her uniform. “Here. So the way I touched you reminded you of Jake.”
She laughed. “That sounds really bad doesn’t it? He’s never touched me like that. Only his car. And now that I’m thinking about it, there was that look on his face. Back when he hung out with Elliot in high school and we played poker, he used to get all tight-mouthed, literally. It’s what he did when he had good cards or a secret. He touched his car the way you touched my leg, possessively. Like he was thinking, you’re not taking this from me.”
He’d felt possessive of that leg and wished it and the rest of her still warmed him. He pulled on his jeans and zipped carefully.
“Do we confront him or search on the sly?”
“You’re asking me?” Her uniform muffled her voice.
“Sure. You obviously liked it when I listened to you before. I want to get lucky again, so I figure it’s