Before The Night Is Over (7 page)

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The bong of the doorbell brought Kale upright in bed with a confused blink. “Who in the hell is at the door at—” He glanced at the clock on the nightstand. “At seven fucking thirty on a Sunday?”

He grumbled and cussed some more, while he tugged on a pair of sweatpants and stumbled down the stairs as the bell went off again.

“
Yeah. I’m comin’.” He yanked open the door and growled, “What?”

Blue police uniform and red hair caught his attention moments before she turned around and slid her sunglasses down her nose with one finger. “I-uh. I’m sorry, Kale, but I realized after I stopped you last night, I still had your driver’s license.” Her gaze swept over him from head to toe and interest sparkled in the blue depths. “Did I wake you?”

“
Uh, yeah.”

“
I was on my way home and I figured I’d drop this off.” She had his driver’s license sandwiched between two fingers.

He hadn’t even noticed the missing license last night. Once she’d handed him her phone number and waltzed back to her car, his mind hadn’t been on the missing license or registration. Her tight ass, those blue pants, and whether she’d let him use her handcuffs on the bed’s headboard cluttered his mind all the way to the ranch.

“
Care for some coffee now that I’m awake?” he asked, taking the piece of plastic from her fingers after he pushed the screen open.

“
If you’re sure I’m not keeping you up,” she said, sweeping through the doorway.

The scent of lemon followed her into the house and his thoughts drifted to her last words.
Keeping me up isn’t a problem, darlin’.

He walked behind her toward the kitchen. “The coffee will be ready in a few minutes. How did the rest of your shift go?”

“
Good. Not much trouble at all.”

“
Nothin’ like Los Angeles, I imagine.”

“
Not even close. Most shifts, I worked at least one homicide a day out there. Here it’s traffic stops, kids with firecrackers, a cow loose on Rancher John’s property—you know.” She shrugged.

“
I bet Red Rock is kind of boring for you then,” he replied, hitting the start button on the coffee maker and returning to the living room.

The open floor plan of the house kept things flowing between the rooms, making it much easier to keep up the conversation.

“
No, not really. It’s kinda nice actually,” she said from the spot she’d taken up near the bay window. “You’ve got a beautiful view from here. Is all of the pasture back there your land?”

“
Yes,” he murmured near her ear.

She spun around to face him, startled by the closeness of his voice. Her gaze swept from his eyes, over his bare torso and down his abdomen. No way she could miss the morning wood he sported. The moment he’d opened the door to find her standing on his porch, his dick jumped to attention in a full raging hard-on.

“
Let me go throw a T-shirt on,” he said, stepping back, hoping the distance would give him a little breathing room.

“
Don’t get dressed on my account,” she replied in a breathless whisper as she moved close and tipped her head back.

The strawberry pink of her lips parted and her eyes sparkled in the bright morning light. Her fingertips seared the skin of his chest like a hot branding iron.

“
Laurel,” he murmured. “You’re playin’ with fire, darlin’.”

Lips brushed his chest and he stifled a groan. “I need the heat, Kale. It’s been a long time for me.”

He wrapped his hand in her long, red hair and tugged her close so he could pull her mouth to his. The touch of her lips burned him clear to the center of his soul. Tongues mated and danced, from her mouth to his and back. She tasted of peppermint, chocolate, and woman. The rough material of her uniform rubbed over his skin, abrading his nipples, and bringing them to aching points. Both of her hands went up around his shoulders and behind his neck as she angled her mouth against his and swallowed the moan he released. The twin shirttails slid from her waistband with a tug of his fingers. The need to feel her skin—every inch of the creamy flesh he’d seen the other day—drove him past rational thought. His lips left hers to blaze a trail over her cheek to the tempting flesh of her ear. He nibbled and licked as his fingers worked the buttons of her shirt until it parted under his hands.

“
So soft,” he murmured, trailing his tongue down her neck. Sharp, short pants rasped through the air when he lifted his mouth from her skin.

The shirt fell to the floor at their feet followed quickly by her bra. Gorgeous, rosy nipples met his gaze. Full breasts—just enough to fill his hands, took his breath away. “Damn you’re gorgeous, honey.”

The buckle at her waist clinked and rattled when he unfastened it. Fortunately, she left her heavy belt, gun and assorted cop paraphernalia in the car.

“
Let me,” she murmured, jerking the belt until it fell loose at her waist and her pants dropped to the floor.

Black lace panties caught his eye and he smiled. “Nice.”

“
Not my usual work attire. You got lucky.”

“
Lucky is my middle name where you’re concerned, darlin’.” The thumb on each hand slipped beneath the edges of that sexy underwear and peeled them down her hips. They pooled with the growing pile of her clothes.

“
Lord have mercy. You are a sight for sore eyes, honey.” His lips trailed across her chest, stopped to suck a pert nipple between his lips, and continued down her flat abdomen until his nose stopped at her pubic bone. “Open.” Her thighs quivered under his hands when she spread her legs. “Lean back on the arm of the chair behind you.” Pink, blood engorged pussy lips met his gaze, driving him insane with the need to taste her. Juices glistened on the outer aspect of the treasure he sought. The scent of her arousal surrounded him as he inhaled and rubbed his whiskered cheek over her inner thigh, knowing he would be leaving whisker burn on spots he hoped he’d see again. He slipped her legs over his shoulders and braced his hands on her hips. One swipe of his tongue on her clit and more thick cream spilled from her pussy as a desperate moan left her lips.

“
Do that again,” she murmured.

He glanced up to see her head thrown back, glossy red hair spilling down, and her eyes closed in rapture.

“
My pleasure.” He hummed against the hood covering her clit and then nipped at the skin.

Stiffening his tongue, he dipped between her outer pussy lips to dive into the soaking channel of her sex and then slipped up and over her clit. Several swipes of his tongue and she trembled like a leaf in a tornado. Her whole body shook, revealing her need for him whether she would admit it or.

“
Oh, God,” she whispered.

He did it over and over until endless whimpers spilled from her mouth and her thighs clamped around his ears. Faster, he worked his tongue until concentrating only on her clit and she came apart with a scream of his name. Thick cream coated his tongue while he continued to stroke her until the very last spasm calmed.

“
Wow.”

The slow glide of his tongue over the inside of her leg made her whimper, so he did it again.

“
Kale.”

“
Hmm?” he murmured against her skin as he looked up into those amazing blue eyes.

“
I need more.”

“
More?”

“
Yeah. More of you,” she replied, pushing him back and bringing her legs together. “My turn. Get rid of those sweats.”

“
Yes, ma’am,” he said with a smile as he stood. A low whoosh of material was the only sound outside of rapid breathing and pounding hearts.

“
Oh, my,” she whispered, wrapping her hand around his girth. “Is this all for me?”

“
All yours, darlin’. I’ve been dying to get inside you.”

She dropped to her knees, grasped his butt cheeks in hers hands and encircled the head of his cock with her lips.

“
Holy fuck, Laurel. God, that’s good,” he groaned.

“
Mmm.”

The vibrations of her hum sent tingles from the tip of his dick to the crack of his ass and back. Her mouth opened and she swept the entire length between her lips until he felt the back of her throat. The slick, wet heat had white hot need racing down his spine to center in his balls. He wrapped both hands in her hair and kneaded her scalp with his fingers while she sucked. Each pull of her mouth had him on edge. The ebb and flow of her lips and tongue drew his need to an explosive peak until he forced her to stop, giving him time to focus and push his climax back down to bearable before he came in her mouth.

“
I want to come in your hot, wet pussy, honey,” he said, forcing her to stand.

“
You didn’t like it?”

“
Hell yeah, I liked it, but I’d rather be inside you when I blow.”

Her bottom lip disappeared between her teeth and she stared at the floor a second and then peeked at him through her lashes. “You do have a condom, right? Because I didn’t think to bring one. This wasn’t exactly planned.”

He snapped his fingers and said, “I’ll be right back. They’re in the bedroom.”

“
Want me to follow?” she asked, flipping one of those luscious, long red strands over her shoulder.

“
If you’d like, but I’m thinkin’ I want you bent over the chair with your pretty ass in the air.”

Blue eyes sparkled with mischief. “A little dominant are we?”

“
We’ll have to do this more than once for you to find out,” he replied before he disappeared up the stairs, moving at top speed for a man with a raging hard-on. Within moments he’d grabbed a condom from his nightstand, slipped it on with a tortured groan, and headed back downstairs.

She leaned against the leather chair with her feet crossed at the ankles, staring out the window at the sun while it made its path across the morning sky. The same golden light reflected off the waves of red flowing over her shoulders and it made him stop and stare for a moment.

The smile on her lips when she turned to face him snapped him out of his reverie and forced his feet to move again.

Once he stood in front of her, she ran her hands over his chest and said, “Damn, aren’t you a sight. All muscles and ridges, bulges and hardness all rolled up into one.”

“
I could eat you up, lady.”

“
Do it then, cowboy.”

Their mouths met and fused. Hearty moans filled the air again as their tongues dueled and sparred while his hands danced over her flesh. Soft yet tough. The enigma of Laurel flashed through his mind, but he pushed it away. Now wasn’t the time to try to figure her out. Now was the time for him to love her and make her his, even if only for one day.

Dragging his mouth from hers, he skimmed over her cheek, down her chest and sucked her left nipple into his mouth. Soft whimpers escaped her lips and she wrapped her legs around the back of his, drawing him closer. His right hand found her other nipple and rolled it between his thumb and first finger. The whimpers grew louder. He flicked her tight bud with his tongue and circled it with the tip to drive her desire higher. The whimpers turned to moans and a shifting of her ass on the arm of the chair.

Letting his right hand slipped down her abdomen, he trailed his fingers through the dampness between her thighs and drove two fingers knuckle deep into her pussy. Tremors raced down her body with each stroke.

“
Kale, please,” she pleaded.

He removed his fingers much to her dislike from the groans spilling from her lips, but it turned into a sigh when he eased the head of his cock into her heat.