From out of the brown case sitting on the lip of the sink, she grabbed a can of shaving cream. She put a large dollop in her hands, rubbed it between her palms, and applied the creamy lotion to his cheeks and neck. She rinsed her hands, picked up the razor, and pressed the blade against his cheek. With a slow slide of the blade, she whisked off a swath of dark stubble.
A.J.’s hands came up to her shoulders and pushed her robe off, revealing the lacy teddy beneath. She shrugged out of the sleeves and let it fall to the floor. Using her finger, she tipped his chin up, placing the blade along the thick column of his throat, fascinated at the wildly beating pulse there. A smooth flick of her wrist and the whiskers were gone. She turned to rinse the razor in the sink, her lace-clad breasts sliding over the expanse of his chest.
He closed his eyes and groaned. His cock jumped and swelled beneath her.
He reached up and slipped the straps of the teddy off her shoulders. Deliberately she leaned in, the light points of her aching nipples pressed against the hard wall of muscled torture. She leaned one way, sliding her flesh against his, getting a band of stubble just under his ear. Sliding to the other side, she repeated the action with the razor.
She reached up to grab at the washcloth on the rack above his head and he took the opportunity to strip her of the teddy. His big hands slid down over the indentation of her waist, lingering on her hips and cupping the firm globes of her buttocks.
She leaned over the sink and wet the washcloth. Turning, she sank down on top of him, his finger sliding into her. She shuddered around his hand, gasping softly as she pressed the hot cloth to his skin and wiped off the residual shaving cream from his face.
With his free hand on her lower back, he arched her back and very slowly closed his mouth on the aching tip of her breast. She bowed into him, crying out at the hot, moist feel of his tongue.
He stood, setting her down, a slow, silky slide of his hard naked skin against her own. She gasped at the delicious feel of him, as he echoed the sound.
She trembled while the delicious weakness flooded through her. He pulled her against him.
Sienna closed her eyes, breathing in his scent, thinking there wasn’t a more wonderful smell on earth. She opened her eyes and looked at him; her pulse turned thick and heavy. What she saw there was purely male, arousing, and needful. He stared at her and that tender weakening stole over her bit by debilitating bit.
When he spoke, his voice came out low and strained. “You make me crazy.”
She wasn’t going to delude herself. She realized that something had changed. He hadn’t made any promises or said anything about permanence, and she certainly wasn’t going to make a fool out of herself.
With the release of tension came a flood of raw emotion that swelled in her chest. This she could do. Without taking her eyes from his, she put her vulnerability on the line.
She reached down and skimmed his hard hip, moving her hand to gently cup his hardness. With a soft groan, he pushed himself against her hand, hardening with each stroke she gave him.
The passion in his eyes was stark and humbling, and she had to look away. She looked down at his heavy arousal and felt the heat intensify in her. Her eyes moved back to his face, and she reached up and cupped his smooth cheeks in her hands. “Let’s see if I can drive you wild,” she said as she watched him swallow hard and close his eyes.
She kissed each side of his mouth, tracing his lips with her tongue. She slid her hands off his cheeks along his jaw into the strands of his dark hair, rubbing the silky mass against her fingers.
With her hands cupped around the back of his neck, she pulled him closer and sank her face into his hair.
He gasped, a quick pleasure-filled intake of breath, as her teeth sank into his skin. He groaned when her tongue came out to glide along the flesh she’d just abused.
She kissed her way along the curve of his neck and shoulder, moving down his sleek chest. When she reached the hard point of his maple nipple, she laved her tongue over the tightness. He groaned, his hands rubbing up and down her back.
Her need to pleasure this man was an all-consuming ache. His hands came up, leading her mouth to his in a searing, paralyzing kiss that made her knees go weak. Her hands tested the hard ropey muscles of his back, sliding over the raised scars, falling to the taut skin of his buttocks.
She opened her mouth wide against his, drinking in the uniquely male taste of him. Leaning heavily into him, she slid down his body until she was on her knees in front of him.
Her hands traveled down over the thick muscles of his thighs to behind his knees. He made a low, guttural sound and grasped her head, his fingers snagging in her hair, holding her when her lips grazed his hip.
She could hear the wind pick up outside. Hear the rain begin to drum against the window with a heavy force. A loud clap of thunder boomed once, then twice.
When she took him into her mouth, he jerked, staggering back until he was against the bathroom wall.
Moments, only moments later he pulled her away, his eyes gone glassy with desire. His chest heaved and they stared at each other, dark green into cobalt blue.
She pressed herself violently against him, her arms coming tight around his neck, her breathing harsh and out of control. “Take me to bed,” she demanded huskily.
He picked her up and moved toward the bedroom, throwing her down on the mattress, his voice low and raw in her ear. “I need you, Sienna.”
He fumbled with the packet and then his hot body was over her, and his burning flesh was inside her. Sienna could only cry out with him and sink down into their mutual hunger, igniting fires burning out of control.
* * *
At the division, Sienna dumped her purse in her locker and snapped the lock closed. A.J. was seated beside her desk, looking over the inventory of the guns discovered at Rojas’s along with the serial numbers. A note from Kate was attached to the paperwork that said, “Surprises abound. The FBI came through.”