noticed.
What the hell was wrong with me?
That’s why you quit being a police detective, dumbass. Your skills weren’t holding up after that last arrest you made. Your mind wasn’t in the game.
She looked at me when I made it to her side and then smiled.
“I can, I suppose.” She paused. “For a price.”
I couldn’t help but crowd her closer, pressing into her, which in turn made her fall into the wall.
She squeaked in surprise at the aggressive move, but I couldn’t help the way she made me lose control.
I especially couldn’t help the way my dick was now raging at the thought of her being naked underneath my clothes.
I could see her nipples pebbling behind the t-shirt, and I couldn’t help but bring my hand up to rub against the distended peak.
She gasped, her breath hitching. “Taos, there are people here to see you.”
There were.
But they could wait.
At least long enough for me to make a small little claim on her body.
But that small little claim went right out the damn window the moment that she started to respond to me.
The moment her hands dug into the muscles of my shoulders. The moment her mouth pulled my tongue into hers.
The moment that she pressed herself up against me, teasing me with her body, and telling me without words that she wanted me just as badly as I wanted her.
All the crazy shit that I’d witnessed over the last few hours slipped away, and for a few precious moments in time, I focused solely on her.
Her hands were now in my hair, pulling my mouth down to where she wanted it.
Her fingers tightened, causing little bolts of electricity to follow the path of her fingers along my scalp.
Before I could tell her that we couldn’t do this. Tell her that we shouldn’t, seeing as there was an FBI agent outside waiting to speak to me, I spun her around and pressed her face-first into the bed, hiking her ass up high in the air.
Seconds later, I tugged her sweatpants—my sweatpants—down just low enough that I could expose her beautiful ass and pussy to my gaze.
She gasped with the sudden movements but didn’t say a single word as I pulled my cock from my pants, lined it up with her entrance, and pressed inside.
Though she was very wet, she was still just as tight—or even tighter due to the position—than she had been the very first time that we did this.
I waited, cock halfway inside of her, to read her mood—I didn’t want her freaking out on me—but found that she was more than into it when my hesitance to press farther forward became annoying to her.
“Taos!” she growled.
I snorted, pressing forward just a little more.
My eyes were on where I entered her, the way that her pussy stretched so obscenely around my cock.
The way that she was so wet for me, practically leaking her desire all over her pussy and upper legs.
I loved that I turned her on that much.
I loved even more that she wanted me, rough as I was, tired as we both were.
“Taos, hurry,” she pleaded, pushing backward on me.
I slipped yet another inch inside, causing my lips to quirk.
“Patience,” I teased, smoothing my hand down over the curve of her ass.
She snarled at me. “There are people waiting on you. I don’t want to exercise patience.”
My hand twitched, really wanting to pull it backward and slam it back down so that my handprint would mark her ass.
She seemed to understand what I wanted, too.
Because she wiggled her ass, all but inviting me to do what I wanted.
So I did.
I brought my hand down, lightly but still hard enough to cause the smacking sound that I wanted, causing her to hiss in a breath.
She looked at me with narrowed eyes as if to say, “That’s all you got?”
I grinned and caught her hips up in my hands, pulling her backward so that I could give her all that I had to give.
She cried out, burying her face into the pillow.
But apparently that’d been all that she needed, because in the next second she was crying out, “Fuck me, Taos. I’m coming.”
I could tell, too. Her pussy was rippling around me, and my cock was so snug inside of her that I swear I saw stars.
I closed my eyes and felt my dick start to jerk as my own release barreled its way down my spine.
Before I could tell myself to wait. To hold off. I was coming.
Hard and