several people how hard your husband could make his girlfriend and several others scream during sex.” She gave a rueful laugh. “The thing is, I rarely orgasmed when we had sex, and usually those times I did climax was because I stimulated myself while he was going through the motions. And you know what? I was okay with that. I was okay with my life. I was willing to bob along on the water and move with the tide. How pathetic is that?”
He turned off the water and used the towel in her hands to dry his. “It isn’t pathetic. It is hindsight. Our vision is always perfect looking back. The future is uncertain, and I think it is human nature to want to cling to the status quo.”
“Better the evil you know than the one you don’t.”
“Exactly.”
“I really loved Houston. I mean, minus the traffic, it is a great city. I would have liked to have stayed.”
“Why didn’t you?”
“His attorney branded me as a liar and alleged I was having an affair with one of my superiors. He theorized I lied about what I saw because I wanted to send my husband away so I could continue my illicit affair. Rich had friends, and that rumor spread like a California wildfire. It took on a life of its own and morphed into me setting up and framing my husband for murder. Made him the wronged party. After his conviction, I thought things would return to semi-normal. I was so wrong. I rolled up on an armed robbery in progress, called in for back up and the response was tanked, on purpose. I sustained a GSW to the arm, and almost died. I figured it was time for a change.”
Motherfucking sons of bitches. He wrapped her in his arms and dropped his chin on the top of her head. “People suck.”
She huffed a rueful laugh. “Yeah, they do. But then I accepted a job with Guardian. That was like a breath of fresh air. Guardian is all about integrity, but I missed doing the job, you know?”
“I do. Even though we see the bowels of humanity, what we do… matters.”
“Exactly.” She leaned away from him and cocked her head. “But I don’t want to talk about my ex or my baggage.” Mischief danced in her eyes.
“No? What do you want to talk about?”
“How about I show you instead?” She pressed her palm into his semi and the sensation moved more blood into his cock, forging a steel bar under her hand.
He cupped her neck in his hand and brought her closer for a kiss as her hands undid his jeans. She was pushing the denim down his hips when his brain engaged and decided she had far too many clothes on. While he stepped out of his jeans, he was pulling off her sweater. Damn, she still had that green bra on. Sexy. As. Fuck. With a flick of his fingers that green material loosened, and she shrugged it off. Fuck. Just as he pictured her. So damn sexy. He swooped in for another kiss as he pushed down her pants. Sex this time was going to be hot, fast and from the way things were progressing, up against the kitchen counter.
Her skin was so damn warm under his hands. The softness over firm muscles was an instant turn on. Kallie kept herself fit, but her softness hidden by clothes and a cop’s hard veneer was all his right now. Didn’t that make him feel like he’d won the lottery. She was just as excited as he was. Her hands grabbed his biceps and those fingernails bit into his arms. Fuck, that little slice of pain brought his lust to a laser-like focus. He consumed her lips. Any thought of slow, sensuous sex flew out the window when she broke the kiss and spun around, leaning down onto the counter and wiggling that gorgeous, ripe ass at him. She looked over her shoulder and said, her voice low and heated, “I want to feel you in me.”
Fuck. Yes. Literally. He drew his hand down her spine, moving her long brown hair to expose her skin. “Stay right here. I need to grab some protection.”
“Hurry.”
Fuck yes, he’d hurry. It took five steps to get to his duffle that he’d dropped in the hallway. Five steps back and he had the package of the condom open. He sheathed his cock and dropped over her back, kissing her shoulder, needing a minute to