I started the engine, and she obeyed beautifully by spreading her legs. I reached for the hem of her dress and pulled it up just enough to give me access without anyone being able to see what I was about to claim as mine.
She was already breathing rapidly, and when I placed my hand between her legs, pulling her panties to the side, I closed my eyes and cursed when I felt how goddamn wet she was.
“Jesus, princess.”
I twisted the fabric of her panties and tore it between my fingers.
“I’m going to have to start billing you for all the underwear you’ve been tearing, Detective.”
I slipped a finger inside her, and her back arched as her hips pushed forward.
“That’s one bill I’ll have no problem paying.”
Lucky for me—and her—her car was an automatic, which meant I could keep my hand between her legs while I sped down the streets of Boston.
Her moans of pleasure filled my ears while I worked her so damn gently. I wanted to make sure she stayed ready for me, that I kept her on the edge without pushing her over. The only way she was coming was with me buried to the hilt inside her.
“Lorik, if you keep this up, I’m going to come on this goddamn seat.”
“Don’t you fucking dare. The only way you’re coming is with my cock stretching this beautiful pussy.” I pushed a finger deeper into her, and it earned me a loud moan from her lips. She grabbed my hand, forcing it harder against her as she rocked her hips back and forth.
“Goddammit, you’re greedy, aren’t you, woman?”
Her head lolled against the headrest. “Please. My body can’t take it anymore.”
“Stop moving those hips, princess. You will not deny me the pleasure of feeling you come on my cock.”
I stepped on the gas, desperate to get her to my apartment as soon as fucking possible. My cock was ready and aching, and so was she.
With a half-ass attempt at parking between the white lines, I turned to her, grabbed her behind the head, and pulled her toward me. I swept my tongue hard and fast through her mouth before finally withdrawing my hand from between her legs and jumping out of the car.
I opened her door. “Get out and make sure you get your ass in my apartment within the next ten seconds.”
And, true as fuck, we were in my apartment within ten seconds.
Clothes were ripped and torn and tossed everywhere while we desperately tried to keep our mouths glued together. Our need for each other was so damn strong, I could feel it in every bone of my body, pulsing, growing, aching like a motherfucker.
“I want you in my bed, princess,” I whispered when we were both finally naked and ready.
She yelped when I swept her into my arms and carried her down the hall. Having her skin against mine felt so right, all I could think about was how I’d be able to keep her against me,with me,for-fucking-ever.
The second I put her down on her feet, she glanced at the wall—a very bare wall. I knew what she was looking for, and I smiled. “I took it down.”
Her eyes widened, and she stared at me with surprise. “Why?”
I snaked my arm around her waist and pulled her naked body against mine. “Because when you left, I couldn’t look at it anymore knowing it had hurt you.” And it was the God’s honest truth. “I would much rather give up everything I’ve worked for my entire life than have you walk away from me again.”
She lifted herself on her toes, wrapped her arms around my neck, and brought my lips down to hers. The desperate hunger that needed to be sated as quickly as possible was no longer there. It was replaced with a need to savor, to cherish, to appreciate, and…to love.
I guided her back onto the bed while I continued to kiss her, my tongue lapping softly against hers. There was no way I was rushing this. I wanted to taste all of her, feel every inch of her skin, make all of her mine…just mine.
As I finally settled between her legs, I knew with all my heart and soul I was where I was supposed to be. This was how we should be. Together.
I peeled my lips from hers and looked down at her. Her curls were perfectly splayed over the pillow, her skin flushed with desire. She was fucking perfect.
“I want to make love to you, Karina.” My voice was soft, desperate—a plea.
She lifted her hands and moved her fingers through my hair. “And I want you to.”