Breathe Me In (7 page)

After a second he shoved his boxer briefs down with jerky movements and went for the button on my jeans. My hands were in the way but he leaned forward, kissing me hard, before jerking my arms to the side. He had my jeans down around my knees in about two seconds and as I leaned against the counter, I watched him drop down. Oh, no. Not happening.

“What are you doing?” he asked when I rolled to the right, out of his reach. He grabbed my by the bare hips and tried to pull me back.

I didn’t want him to eat me out. It was too intimate, more so than kissing or having his cock inside me. It was for lovers, people in a relationship, not for a quick fuck in the kitchen with a virtual stranger. It made me feel a wave of panic I wasn’t prepared for. “I don’t want you to go down on me.”

“Why not?” As he spoke, Kane bent over and finished jerking my jeans down off of my legs. He lifted first one foot, then the other. “I want to taste you.”

I couldn’t be honest with him. So instead I just said, “I don’t feel like waiting. I want you to fuck me.”

He rose to his full height and shucked his own jeans. He had a condom packet in his hand that must have been in his pocket. I was so rattled I hadn’t even noticed him pull it out. He studied me, shifting his body in close to me. His skin was warm, his muscles hard. I could feel the press of his erection on my belly. My mouth went hot and my inner thighs dampened all over again. The ache there was nearly unbearable. It would suck if I had to walk away now without feeling all Kane had to offer. I glanced down at his package, my hand stretching out for it again. It was a pretty penis, I had to admit. Shiny and happy and slightly above average. The kind that would be a perfect fit. I swallowed hard and gave him a squeeze.

“Oh, is that what you want?” His voice was rough, low.

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. I was afraid I might beg and that was so not me it wasn’t even funny.

Without warning Kane slipped his arm under my ass and lifted me up. He dropped me down on the countertop, opposite from the broken glass, the cold and the quick movement shocking me speechless. He yanked my legs apart, pulled me forward, and before I could close my eyes or moan or anticipate what was about to happen, he was inside me. The push was hard, the give of my body immediate. He was the one to let out a tight groan but I had no breath, no thought, no nothing. Just hot, deep shock and satisfaction. Damn, I’d missed that. The feel of a man buried inside me. His cock throbbed as he paused, shifting my leg so that it rested on his hip.

So I didn’t fall I put my hands on his shoulders and I looked into his eyes, those rich, dark, and intriguing eyes. What was he thinking? It surprised me that I even cared to wonder. But then it didn’t matter because he leaned forward and kissed me. A deep, swiping, luscious kiss that dragged every last bit of resistance from me. I dug my nails into his shoulders and I met his tongue thrust for thrust. He moved, taking me, pounding harder and harder, our strangled moans and desperate cries lost in the tangle of our tongues. He bit my lip. I smacked his ass. He gripped mine hard, lifting me off the counter. I used determination more than strength to lift my hips and raise myself higher so that my clit rubbed against him while he stroked inside.

It was hot and sweaty and desperate, a weird struggle for domination, a fast gallop towards release. My orgasm was tight and hard, a sucker punch to the nose, just suddenly there, causing stars in my eyes. Kane didn’t wait until I was finished. He just pulled his head back, gritted his teeth, and fell over the edge with me.

Holy shit.

As our mutual orgasms subsided, we stilled, me wrapped around him, our breathing hard, bodies wet, hot. His grip on my ass was painful and I had a cramp in my calf. Kane suddenly relaxed his shoulders and lowered his arms so that I lowered slowly to the ground, each inch a sticky, sweaty slide, his cock leaving me gradually.

“That was fucking ridiculous,” he said, once my feet were on the ground and we were fully separated. “God, you’re so hot.”

I felt hot. I also felt weird. My body was humming and I was a little dizzy. I was warring with the desire to reach out and kiss him in a way that was too tender versus bolting and getting the hell out of there. I’d gotten what I wanted. I wasn’t sure I could deal with the aftermath that went along with it. But I couldn’t exactly just give him a wave and walk off.

Then again, why not?

I flexed my toes, going up and down to release my calves. Rubbing my lower lip, feeling how bruised and swollen it was, I shifted my bra back into place. Kane hadn’t even bothered to take it off. “That was interesting,” I told him. “Thanks.”

His eyebrows shot up. “Thanks? You’re thanking me? You’re welcome, I guess.”

Turning away, I gathered up my shirt and jeans and panties, turning them inside out so I could get dressed again. I could feel him staring at my ass, the weight of his gaze heavy and filled with questions. He was just standing there, the condom still on, his pants in a pile by his feet. Even bent over and trying not to look, I couldn’t help but appreciate his body. He had strong thighs. Which he had proven by holding me up the way he had. Granted, I wasn’t exactly heavy, but he hadn’t even been straining.

“I need to get back to my sister’s,” I said as I stepped into my panties and maneuvered them up into place.

He didn’t say anything. It was starting to unnerve me. I reached for my jeans and pulled them on, determined not to ask him what he was thinking. Once my t-shirt was on too, I slipped past him and started towards the living room. A glance back showed the wine bottle on the counter, and Kane, naked. I grabbed my coat off the couch and patted my pockets, making sure I had my bus fare still. “Have a good night.”

“I’ll drive you home.”

“That’s okay.” I didn’t want to sit in a warm car with him, all cozy and intimate, having to make some sort of conversation.

“You don’t have a choice.” He unrolled the condom and tossed it in the kitchen waste bin under the sink.

I went for the door. “I’m good, it’s cool.”

But he saw what I was doing and moved faster than I would have thought possible considering we were both still out of breath and his legs had to be sore from the workout. He blocked my exit. “Don’t you dare. I am not letting you take the bus home after
that
, whatever that just was.”

Heat rose in my cheeks and I wasn’t sure why. I didn’t know what that was either. “You can’t really stop me.”

Expecting him to snark or smirk or boss me around, he completely disarmed me by reaching out and stroking his hand down the side of my cheek. “You’re so beautiful,” he said. “Exotic.”

Not wanting him to compliment me or make it personal in any way, I stepped back. “I thought I was a lizard.”

The corner of his mouth turned up. “Actually, I believe I said dragon. But seriously, I’m driving you home. Either wait for me to put pants on or I’m cuffing you to the coffee table until I can haul your ass to the car.”

I had almost forgotten he was a cop. “You have handcuffs here at home?” That sounded more fun than threatening.

“Of course.”

That was hot, I had to admit. But tonight wasn’t the night for that and there was no question that Kane was bigger and stronger than me. If he wanted to play the game of keeping me there until I agreed to a ride, he’d win. Though ironically, I knew he wouldn’t really do that. If I insisted, he would let me go, but he’d probably just follow me to make sure I was safe. He was that kind of guy. So I’d let it go for now. Crossing my arms over my chest, I nodded. “Fine. I’ll take a ride. Do you have your squad car here?”

“No, just my truck.” He hesitated. “You’re not going to run for it, are you? I just need pants and a sweatshirt. And shoes. It will take sixty seconds.”

It made me happy that he totally believed I would go for it. It meant he took me seriously. I wasn’t a pushover. “I won’t make a run for it, I promise. Just hurry up.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He kept an eye on me as he moved back to the kitchen and got dressed. By the front door he opened a closet and shoved his feet into boots.

On the floor in the closet beyond his regular boots were cop boots, all black and very utilitarian. I thought about what Kane would look like in a uniform and I had to squeeze together my thighs. Damn, that was an image destined to get me naked all over again. “I’m surprised they let you walk around with hair that long.”

“My hair isn’t long.” He made a face at me as he opened the door for me to walk through. “It’s just not short.”

I rolled my eyes. “Glad you cleared up that distinction. Do you slick it back?”

“A little bit.”

“Hmm.” That wasn’t my thing. Maybe I should focus on that instead of thinking about him with a gun and handcuffs. I’d always been suspicious of cops, I should remember that too. At different points in my life, they had been a pain in my ass. But on the other hand, I’d had cops go out of their way to help me over the years. There were dick cops and good cops, just like all men. Kane was a good cop, I could tell. He was a good man.

Time to get the hell out of his presence, that was for damn sure. Before I got even more entangled than I already was.

“What does that mean?”

“Nothing.” I went down the stairs of his building to the main doors and out into the parking lot. It was chilly, but not bad. My skin still felt flushed from our fast and furious sex session.

Kane didn’t say anything further. Though when he came over to the passenger side of a black truck, I stared at him, not sure what he was doing. “What, am I driving? I don’t have a license, sorry, I can’t play chauffeur.”

“I’m opening the door for you,” he said, like that was obvious. Then he did just that.

Never in my whole life had a guy opened the door for me. It was awful. Embarrassing, awkward, weird. Creepy. Retro. Thoughtful. Cool. More than I deserved.

I climbed into the car and jumped a little as he slammed the door shut behind me. This was a mistake. This was all a huge mistake.

“Buckle up,” he said as he hopped in and started the engine. “Though you weigh so little you’re probably technically supposed to be in a booster seat.”

“Haha. And if I’m so light you shouldn’t need to prop me up on the counter when you nail me.” Always bring it back somewhere crude. I was good at that. Funny how dirty talk never made me blush, but Kane being nice to me did. Dr. Phil would have a fucking field day with that.

For a second I wondered if I had crossed a line that Kane wasn’t willing to cross. It was one thing to fuck me, it was another thing to actually discuss that fact.

“What I
can
do doesn’t have anything to do with what I
want
to do.”

His words made me shiver. From arousal, not fear. “What do you want to do?”

Glancing over as he drove he gave me a smile. “Cops get to interrogate, not the other way around. But I do want to see you again. Tell me when.”

I hadn’t given him Chloe’s name or address. It was habit to conceal information. So I was just pointing to him where to turn. It wasn’t a long drive. We were halfway there already. He was expectantly waiting for my answer. See Kane again?

There was no way I could say no. For more reasons than sex. Though the sex was a definite draw.

I needed Kane to help me. Protect me. And my son.

“I’ll be there in the morning. The housekeeper needs to clean up the glass, remember?”

The look he gave me then made me so hot I could pretty much guarantee my dreams would be dirty and my panties wet all night long.

It was nice to be back sexually. To feel alive. Have a little bit of fun. I owed him a thanks for that. If I had any money I’d send him a fruit basket. Since I didn’t, my gratitude would have to come by way of the blowjob he didn’t know he wanted yet and I was determined to prove he’d love. Had I just told myself I’d never go down on him? Liar. I wanted to do that to him, to make him grip my head and lose control. To suck him until he couldn’t prevent himself from groaning my name.

“I leave at eleven for work,” he said.

“So I guess I’ll be there at eight.”

Round two would be worth getting up a little early.

When I got back to Chloe’s, Asher was asleep already. That surprised me. He’d only ever fallen asleep for me or my friend Rose, who had usually watched him when I was out at night singing in the band. Rose was seventy-eight and all alone in the world, like me. It reminded me that I needed to call her and let her know I was okay. For now, anyway. She worried about me, which was something I took seriously because no one else did.

“Hey,” I said, my voice low, as I came in to Chloe’s and saw Asher asleep on her lap. She was cradling him and watching TV. “Is Ethan at work?”

She nodded.

“I can’t believe you got him to fall asleep. He’s usually a fighter.” I sank down on the floor next to the couch, stroking Asher’s chubby leg. “He’s stubborn. Like me.”

Chloe smiled. She made a gesture I didn’t understand. Then I realized she wanted her iPad because she was making writing motions.

Did the manager take your application?

Right. The job I was supposed to be applying for. I really did intend to get a job, I just wasn’t sure where. I needed to figure that out sooner than later. “Yeah,” I lied. “But I’m sure they’ll toss it in the trash.”

Chloe typed.
You don’t have to keep things from me. If you went to see Kane, it’s okay. I can watch Asher whenever you need me to. I get bored with Ethan gone all the time and I want to help you. Asher is adorable.

I made a face. “I thought I was a better liar. I was with Kane, I admit it. Do I smell like sex and poor choices?”

She laughed and held her fingers up to indicate just a little.

Do you like him a lot?

I read her words and made a face. “I don’t like him, like him. I don’t even really know him. But he is hot and I did have fun.” I shrugged.

Do you think he likes you?

Chloe’s face looked hopeful. Then mischievous.

Let’s stalk him online.

I realized we were having girl talk. I wasn’t sure I knew how to do that. And I only stalked someone online if I was trying to avoid him. “No, I’m not going to do that. I don’t really want to know anything about him.”