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  “Looking for a workout?”

  His voice had dropped about an octave, and the almost-growl created a shiver along her skin. “I’d hoped for one of a more personal nature.” Please take the hint.

  “Next door.” His hand rested in the small of her back and pressed.

  Still thrown by his subdued attitude, she stumbled forward and into a room with dimmed recessed lighting at the perimeter of the ceiling. A big bed on a pedestal occupied center stage with only a bedside lamp and nightstand as additional furnishings. Before she had a chance to look for pictures or personal items, she felt hot breath on the side of her neck.

  “Don’t know if I can wait for you to show me.” He nipped her neck then soothed it with a long swipe of his tongue. “I’ve thought of having you here so many times.”

  The rasp of his warm tongue sent tingles from the bite straight to her core, heating her pussy. Her nipples pebbled, and she relished the tightening sensation. “Always nice to be welcomed.” Unable to resist, she tilted her head, hoping for more attention.

  Aligning his legs with hers, he walked her toward the bed, hands braced on her hips. Within inches of the mattress, he turned her to face him, caressed his hands along her cheeks, and his mouth devoured hers.

  Mandy grabbed his shoulders and clung tight, overwhelmed by the assault of his tongue delving into her eager mouth. Moisture gathered along her throbbing folds, and she pressed her thighs together. At the cupping of his hand on her right breast, she couldn’t stifle a low moan. Hadn’t she always known they’d be good together? She arched her back to heighten the sensation.

  Javi eased his free hand to her back and then lowered her until she lay on the bed, his hand continuing his sensual massage. “Fits just right.” He braced himself above her.

  Mandy ran her hands along the tight ridges of his shoulders, wishing she’d chosen a dress that opened down the front. She wanted to feel skin on skin…right now. Leaning upward, she planted kisses along his chest, loving the tickle of wiry hairs against her sensitive lips. She let her fingers trail down to his flat nipple and brushed quick strokes across it, testing what he liked.

  His body stiffened for a second before he lowered himself to press against her body and bury his neck in the crook of her neck.

  The hard ridge of his desire rocked against her belly, but not against the spot where she wanted it most. She ran her hand over the bulge, giving its girth a gentle squeeze. Feeling him drive into her grip pumped her satisfaction. Maybe she did know how to take the lead.

  Javi nuzzled her neck then ran wet kisses along her collarbone.

  Lost in the new sensation that raced her pulse, she lay limp and accepting, feeling the flush crawl along on her body as his attentions covered her exposed skin. His mouth was everywhere, titillating her senses like the first time she’d gone skinny dipping. How the water had touched all her secret places and initiated her in erogenous zones.

  His fingers tugged at the straps and neckline of her dress until her breasts sprang free.

  The warm capture of her nipple arched her off the mattress with a cry. Then she clamped her hands on his head to keep him there, reveling in how his suctioning mouth created electric pulls deep in her belly. Her response was like nothing she’d ever felt.

  “So smooth. So lovely.”

  His words puffed along her skin, creating goose bumps, before her other breast received the same laving and sucking attention. Inching under the hem of her dress, callused hands stroked her legs. She scissored her thighs, heightening the pressure against her pulsing sex. The friction drove her wild, spiking her desire for more. “Mmm.”

  The double caress of thumbs on her inner thigh jolted her. She lifted her head and glanced to where Javi stood gazing at her bared crotch, his jaw clenched.

  “No panties?” His eyebrow quirked. “What if I’d wanted to tear them off?”

  Being stared at was unnerving. Sure, she’d taken the time to groom herself, but she’d much rather he be poised above her looking into her eyes as he pounded deep inside. Words failed her under his intense stare, and she could only rest her hand on the mattress, stretching as close as she could get.

  Holding her gaze, he stroked her wet folds with a single finger, from the apex of her thighs toward her bottom and back. Then down the other side.

  Her body tightened, anticipating the touch to the bud of nerves that waited.

  Then he dropped lower and spread her knees wide.

  Warm breath tickled her pussy only seconds before his hot tongue invaded, retracing the path his finger drew. With her feet dangling and nowhere to set them, she couldn’t press against his mouth to let him know where she wanted his touch. Need spiraled with each stroke of his tongue as he moved it along her lips then into her channel. Mandy tweaked and pinched her nipples, savoring the burn in her delicate skin.

  Then he hit the target, scraping her clit with the edge of his teeth before sucking it between his lips.

  Mandy needed an anchor. A base to hold her as the sensations built. She needed Javi. Crunching her stomach, she rolled upward until she grasped his shoulders, fingers splayed. In this position, she rocked her hips and pushed against his mouth, kicking the tingles into a gallop. Ripples spread through her belly then contracted to one small knot held taut in suspension.

  Javi licked her folds, flattened his tongue against her clit, and then inserted a finger.

  With a cry, Mandy fell back onto the mattress, a prisoner to the masterful touch wringing every bit of her orgasm. Before she could catch her breath, he inserted another finger, stroked them deep, then fluttered a single one until he pressed on her G-spot. She spiraled into sensory overload and just responded on instinct—female to male. Her head thrashed, and her hands gripped the sheets until her muscles stopped twitching. She let out a long sigh. “As nice as I imagined.”

  Chuckling, Javi brushed soft kisses along her inner thighs, his hands stroking her hips. “You thought about this?”

  Doubt crossed her thoughts. Had this been only her fantasy? “Haven’t you?”

  He dropped onto the mattress at her side, a broad hand settling on her belly. “Just teasing you, Mandy.” He nuzzled his nose along the ridge of her shoulder. “I’ve thought of every kind of scenario possible.” He propped his head on his upraised hand. “But this is the best, because it’s in the flesh.” With his free hand, he brushed at the strands of hair at her cheek.

  Recovered enough that she could lie on her side to face him, she smiled. “I agree.” She traced her fingertips along his arm and clasped his hand. “Now, get naked.”

  The bossy tone of her order revved his cock even harder, but reassured Javi that the Mandy he knew was back. For a second there, he hadn’t known how to deal with the woman who seemed a bit lost before she went silent. Getting her off without immediately driving into her sweet body had taken control. A control that he barely held leashed as he smelled the tang of her arousal with each breath. “Same goes for you.” He rolled to the side and jumped off the bed, then headed to his stash of condoms in the bathroom.

  A quick splash of water cleaned his mouth and chin. He unhooked the button and dropped the zipper, letting the shorts pool at his feet before kicking them into a corner. Overhead, the air conditioner kicked on. Cool air circled his body, and he lingered a few seconds to drink it into his lungs and let it surround his heated balls and cock. If he had any hope of driving her to a third orgasm, he had to be in control.

  Blood raced through his body like he was on high alert. He sauntered across the room, hiding a smile at the sight of Mandy’s widening gaze. Damn, he wished he owned candles. Mandy’s slender body with full luscious breasts deserved to be viewed in a golden glow. Her light brown bush trimmed into a lightning bolt was fitting. He tossed a handful of foil packets onto the nightstand before easing beside her and reaching out a hand to skim along her waist and hip.

  So far, this encounter was nothing like he’d planned. He’d thought they’d come together like a
n explosion and burn each other out. But his first sight of the tentative look in her eyes made him change tactics. How had a one-night stand turned into wooing?

  He tightened his hand on her hip, waiting to see if she’d get the hint. His reward was a smile, and Mandy wriggling closer. When her nipples grazed his chest, he bit back a curse, and his grip clamped. Maybe he wasn’t as in control as he thought.

  Her hand stroked his chest, and then she ran the backs of her knuckles over his belly, inching lower.

  Blood pounded in his ears, and to distract her from her intended goal, he used a finger to tweak her nipple then rolled it between his fingers. He waited for her reaction.

  The quick inhalation also brought up her gaze to tangle with his.

  Unable to resist the challenge he spotted in her arched eyebrow, he leaned forward and rimmed her lips with a slide of his tongue. Having it swallowed into the heat of her mouth made him suck in a breath, then he battled stroke for stroke, as he filled his hand with her soft flesh and massaged. Vaguely, he registered her other touches—on his chest, a nipple, his hip—but mostly he focused on restraining his desired movements to only the parry of his tongue. Right until the moment when her hand wrapped around his cock, and the master became the slave.

  Groaning, he rolled to his back, accepting the sensations she created by soft strokes, hard tugs, tickling finger taps, and finally the warm heat of her tongue. The dream had been for so long held in his mind that with the reality, he almost gave in and fucked her mouth. Because he had to know how that felt, he flexed his hips once, and then again, savoring the tight suction of her mouth and the light scrape of her teeth as he eased lower.

  But he wanted to be inside her. Blindly reaching to the nightstand, he grabbed a condom and ripped off the cover. He pressed a hand to her shoulder until she released him. Then he rolled on the sheath. “Top or bottom.” His voice was no more than a growl.

  Her eyes flashed, and she scooted back until she’d set herself up on hands and knees.

  Shit, the woman was after more than a fuck, she was after his heart. Javi rolled to his knees and aligned himself behind her shapely ass. He gripped her left hip as he guided himself to the heat of her pussy, running the tip of his cock along her sex until he was sure she was ready again. Remembering her words in the kitchen about how she liked it, he flexed and entered her in one long stroke.

  Her back arched, and she cried out his name.

  A sound that imprinted on his soul. He withdrew, paused, and then speared her again, relishing the enveloping warmth and tight fit for just a second before he set a pounding rhythm. Thoughts of her flirty glances and accidental touches flicked through his mind, revving his excitement. His balls filled and tickled. He tried to slow the pace, but he was past the point of control. Close, so close. But he wasn’t satisfied because he couldn’t see her face.

  Pulling out was one of the hardest things he’d done. He flipped her to her back, and then leaned down to embrace her, branding her with a hard kiss. After settling his ass onto the mattress, he dug his hands along her back and cupped her hips, then eased her up along his thighs until her pussy hovered over his erect dick.

  “Oo, this looks interesting.” Mandy smoothed her hands over his belly, dragged fingers over his nipples, until she leaned them on his shoulders as she lowered atop his cock. Then she circled her hips.

  Heat shot to his groin, and he surged upward, filling her. The next strokes were wild and frenzied until he caught the push-pull of her moves, and they synchronized. “Look at me.” He stopped until her eyelids opened and glassy-eyed blue gazed back. Then he stroked, lifting her several inches. Biting her lip, she circled her hips. Next, he eased down and she followed, driving her pussy into the wiry hairs of his groin, moaning as she moved.

  The moan stole his resolve. He nibbled on her mouth, plunging in his tongue to taste more of her sweetness. When he couldn’t breathe, he pressed his forehead to hers as he fucked her long, and deep, and with a feeling that caught him by surprise. Knowing he was close, he rubbed his thumb over her engorged clit. Feeling her body tighten, he stroked inside a few more times then hissed as his balls emptied.

  He had no idea how long they stayed with limbs entwined. Finally, he eased them into a lying position so he could dispose of the condom. Slipping the sheet over her snoozing body, he climbed in behind her and pulled her close, nestling his nose into her musky-scented hair. Second or minutes or hours later, he felt the mattress shift, and she slipped away. He reached out to haul her back.

  But Mandy stood at the side of the bed, pulling the sundress straps into place.

  “Stay.” Javi fought to keep demand from the single word.

  “I can’t.”

  Fear that this was just a one-time thing shot through him. “Got a curfew?”

  “Early client meeting.” Running a hand through her tousled hair, she shook her head and smiled. “I no longer live on the ranch. Now, you have to find me.”

  Meaning she had a job? Interesting new fact. He adjusted the pillow behind his head and let a grin spread his lips. So a future was a possibility. “You know I will.”

  Mandy made a moue of her lips then gave a saucy wink. “I’m counting on it.”

  In the Heat of the Moment

  M. Marie

  Lieutenant Crista de Marco’s voice was civil as she called Detective Thomas Hale into her office, but that didn’t stop the other detectives from flashing knowing grins in Tom’s direction as he rose to answer their boss’s summons.

  “You’re in for it now,” his partner whispered with a cheeky grin.

  Tom returned it boldly. “Yeah, what else is new?” He laughed. “She’s always riding my ass,” he called back to his friend, without thinking how his words may have carried until he stepped into the Lieutenant’s office and saw the dark expression on her face.

  “Shut the door behind you,” she instructed in a quiet voice.

  Tom swallowed hard. As he turned to pull the door closed, he caught the shocked looks on a few of his co-workers’ faces. Tom could count the number of times the LT’s door had been closed over the past five years on one hand. Lt. de Marco was a fierce, vocal woman, who never hesitated to reprimand her team when someone stepped out of line. Normally, when the lieutenant wanted to chew one of them out, she started screaming before the guilty party had even stepped across the threshold into her office. Her subdued tone didn’t match her stern expression, and the dichotomy was unnerving.

  The door closed with a soft click. Tom turned and found Crista sitting behind her desk, staring. She was a tall woman, with a solid build, richly tanned skin, and short, slicked back, dark brown hair. At thirty-four, she was the youngest detective to make lieutenant in their district. Crista de Marco was focused, driven, and dedicated to her career. She was also clever and sharp in both her appearance and attitude. She had risen quickly since joining the Homicide Department. Although Tom joined the department two years before Crista, they had both earned their detective shields in the same year. Tom had been deliriously proud of himself, but Crista had only been motivated to push herself harder...

  She watched Tom cross the room and sit without waiting for her to offer him a seat. She frowned at her subordinate as he crossed his arms over his broad chest. “You know why I called you in here, Tom.”

  Now her detective returned a frown. “You wanted evidence against the Tapparts. I brought it to you. And now, you’re going to give me shit for following orders,” he blurted before he could stop himself.

  The vitriol wasn’t unexpected, but it was a surprise when his boss didn’t respond in a similar fashion.

  In a flat tone, Lt. de Marco pointed out, “Your orders were to locate the suspect’s new hideout and wait for the search warrant. Not barge in without permission and ransack the apartment.”

  “Ransack?” Tom exploded. “I found thousands of dollars’ worth of stolen property, over three dozen stolen firearms, and enough drugs in the back bedroom to put away that sc
umbag for the rest of his life.”

  “Except he won’t be going away for a single day now, because you didn’t wait for a warrant!” Crista’s voice shook with the effort to suppress her anger. “All the evidence you found is inadmissible, because it was obtained through an illegal search. All of it! We have nothing to keep him with now. We had to cut him loose this morning.”

  The lieutenant’s voice was strained, and Tom could see her rage spreading in a red flush across her tan skin. His temper was still high, but it didn’t rival hers. He wisely bit back his next response, but he couldn’t hide the stubborn expression on his face.

  Recognizing the look, Crista snapped, “Spit it out, Hale.”

  The detective huffed in frustration. “I was just doing my job.”

  “Your job is to follow protocol.

  “I acted in the heat of the moment,” Tom protested. “We had no time to wait for some judge to roll out of bed and give his approval. The suspect could have come back at any minute. I made the call—”

  “You don’t make those calls,” his lieutenant cut him off loudly, giving up any attempts at reining in her anger. “You’re a detective, Hale. You follow my orders, and if you aren’t capable of doing that, then maybe we should see about having you demoted back to walking the beat.”

  His response exploded from him before he could hold it back. “You’d love that, wouldn’t you? You’ve been on my case since you made lieutenant. You think you’re better than me, just because you got promoted when Costos became captain, but we all know why you were picked to fill his position—and the reason’s not because of how much you love protocols!”

  The silence that fell after his tirade stretched. Tom could easily imagine the shocked expressions on his eavesdropping buddies’ faces outside their boss’s office, but Crista’s reaction was much harder to identify.

  Clearly, she was angry; he had insulted her integrity, both as an officer and a woman, with his harsh and unfounded outburst. For such a proud, strong person, that kind of provocation would be difficult to ignore.