“Oh, yeah. Been shot at, been shot. Didn’t like it. Wouldn’t recommend it. How about you?”
“When I was on foot patrol, I chased down a burglary suspect. I didn’t know he had a gun. When he turned it on me and fired, I really wasn’t thinking at all. I guess it made me mad. I was the police. Who did this little punk think he was? I rammed right into him. Took him down and cuffed him. I don’t know who was more surprised, him or me.”
“You seem young to be a detective.”
“In years or experience?” she asked.
“Definitely in years.”
She shrugged. “I caught a lucky break.”
“I don’t believe in luck. I think you make your own luck.”
“That so?”
“Sure. Some people acquire the skill, and they hone it over the years; others have an innate ability. What was your lucky break?”
“I was working vice and had been on the force for four years. I’m strolling around on these three-inch heels in my skimpy hooker outfit night after night. It was so boring. But even though I’m bored, I keep my eyes open. After working that street for a week, I have the patterns down. Who goes where, who does what, you know. About the second day, I notice there seems to be a lot of activity at this one garage.”
“What’s so strange about cars going in and out of a garage?”
“Nothing. But this is eleven and twelve at night.”
“Chop shop?”
“That’s what I think. So, I keep watching this place all the while I’m doing my hooker bit. Finally, I have to go check the place out and I mention to my partner what I think is going on. After our shift, we go over and take a look. I can see that there’s a transaction going on inside and it has nothing to do with cars being cut up for parts.”
“Drugs?”
“Yes, a huge operation. My partner and I nabbed three of the city’s biggest. We confiscated seventy-five kilos of heroin. I got a promotion out of it. I was in the right place at the right time.”
“Sounds to me like you used observation and brains to make the bust.”
“Maybe. All I know is that I felt as if I’d really done something important. Not that patrolling the streets and keeping order isn’t important but getting all those drugs off the street and away from potential victims was satisfying.”
For a moment, he stared into her eyes, then he lifted his head and chest off the mattress and brushed a light kiss against her lips. Then he groaned.
“Your enthusiasm is contagious,” he whispered against her mouth.
He covered her mouth in a hot starving kiss, and his hands delved into her hair, kneading her scalp.
Weakness flooded through Sienna. He pressed her back into the mattress. Then his hot, wet mouth was on her skin, and it wasn’t enough. Her breasts ached with need. As she arched against him, his mouth took her nipple.
It was like being touched by a high-voltage wire, and Sienna made a low sound, succumbing to the urgency clamoring in her. His mouth moved to her other breast. A frenzied weakness pumped through her when she felt him harden against her thigh. Another low sound was driven from her as A.J. nipped her ever so slightly, deliciously. Increasing the pressure of his mouth as if some grinding need had broken loose, Sienna felt as if she were drowning in the heat, in the sensations, in the drugging pleasure he created in her.
Sienna held on to him, her fingers kneading the thick muscles of his back. She gave herself—everything, all that she was and felt as if she’d been freed from a prison of isolation.
She reached down, molding her hand over the length of his arousal. A.J. jerked against her, his fingers snagging in her hair. The way he pressed himself against her made Sienna sob his name.
A.J. grabbed her hands. “Wait. Protection.”
She rolled and pushed A.J. onto his back. Grabbing another foil pouch, she opened the packet and sheathed him.
A.J. shuddered, his arms coming up around her. Roughly grasping the back of her head, he angled her face and took her mouth in another wild, plundering kiss. Cupping her buttocks, he twisted his pelvis against her. Lifting her hips to seek relief from the heavy ache inside him, he began thrusting his pelvis against her, his mouth hungry and wild. With a cry, Sienna clutched at his broad shoulders. He grabbed her around the waist, flipping her onto her knees, dragging her back against his chest and rock-hard thighs. His hand splayed against her stomach; he leaned into her seeking her feminine core. She couldn’t stand the swelling, throbbing heaviness in her. She couldn’t stand the almost unbearable pleasure of the feel of his hot skin against hers. She couldn’t stand the torment of waiting anymore. “A.J.,” she ordered. “Please.”
“Babe, you are so beautiful,” he said raggedly, his chest expanding on a groan.
“Inside me,” she demanded. “Now, A.J.”