“I like this spot,” he said. “The moon, the statue. The world wide open around us.”
“You like the chance of getting caught,” I countered.
“No. I like not getting caught. And as we have already established, you, Detective, like excitement.”
“I’m pretty sure there are laws against what you’re thinking about.”
“Probably. But in the world that exists between me and you, for the next few days, I am the law.”
“Oh, really?”
“My rules, remember? My way.” He eased closer to me, making that sizzle that had been running under the surface snap to life.
“Someone might come by.”
“They might,” he said. “I think the odds are low considering how late it is, but they certainly might.” He grabbed the hem of the T-shirt and pulled it easy over my head. He tossed it on the ground. Then he gave a quick tug to the drawstring of the pants, making them immediately slide off my hips.
I licked my lips, then stepped out of the sweats, now completely naked in front of him.
“I hope someone does come by,” he said, his voice low and easy. “Just imagine what they’ll see.”
“Tyler—”
“You, naked. Under me. Trying not to scream as the stars fall down around you. Tell me you like it.”
“Yes,” I said. Already I was wet. Already my nipples were tight. Already I craved his hands upon me.
“I thought so,” he said, stepping closer and sliding his fingers between my legs, then arching a brow when he felt my slick heat. “So tell me, Detective. Doesn’t it feel good to be bad?”
“Yes,” I whispered. “God, yes.”
“I want to be inside you now.”
His words were a seduction, a promise, an enticement.
“We can’t. We shouldn’t.” But my body was already thrumming, and it was all I could do not to writhe against his hand.
He drew me close, kissed me softly. “We can,” he said. “And we probably shouldn’t. But we will anyway.”
“How do you do this to me?” I whispered. “I’ve never felt—never done—”
“Because I see you,” he said, reaching out to lightly tease my breasts. “And because I told you what I saw. Lay down, Sloane.”
I did, resting my head and shoulders on the discarded clothes. My heart pounded, and I could see the way my pale skin glowed in the moonlight. I glanced around, afraid I would see some person peering out from the shadows to watch us.
But there was no one, only Tyler, looking at me with such fierce desire that my body fired even more, my breasts tightening, and my sex throbbing with the need for his touch.
“Jesus,” he said, “you make me hard.”
“Then fuck me,” I said, reaching for him. He knelt over me, and my fingers found his fly, tugged it down. I slipped my hand inside and found his cock, so hard, so ready. “I want you dressed. I want you like this. Here. Now.” I met his eyes. “I want skin on skin, Tyler.”
He tilted his head, the posture casual, but there was heat—and understanding—in his eyes. “Do you?”
“Desperately. I’m clean,” I said. “Tell me you are, too.”
“I am,” he said.
“Then fuck me,” I begged, then closed my mouth over his, the kiss hard and wild. He’d cast a spell over me, but I didn’t care. I wanted this. Wanted him. Wanted the night sky above us.