Icing on the Cake (Close to Home) (10 page)

Curtis didn’t bite. One yank had her plastered to the front of him again. “Just you and me. Fuck the rest of the world.” No mindless puppy here, just a single-minded wolf in a sexy-ass tux.

Slowly, she shook her head, and his eyebrows rose again. “I don’t want to fuck the rest of the world. Tonight I only want to fuck you.”

A hungry sound rumbled in his chest. It vibrated through her, raising her nipples inside her lacy bra, making her tingly and desperate for contact. For friction.

Strong hands clamped on her hips, he directed her toward his car. “I told you to be good tonight, but you disobeyed me.”

“Lawman, I was nothing
but
good tonight. I barely recognized myself, I was so well-behaved.” She flicked the satin currently swishing with each backward step. “This nauseating pink thing has to be at least partially to blame.”

“You don’t like the dress?”

“Dude, it’s
pink
. Do I look like a pink girl to you?” Air whooshed from her lips as her backside connected with the front of his car. She planted her palms on the cool metal and arched, effectively offering her breasts to the hungry-eyed wolf. “Ready to make good on your threat to rip it off of me?”

His gaze dropped from her eyes to her lips, then to her cleavage. The longer he looked, the quicker her breath came, and the more her chest rose and fell. She wore skintight clothes daily. Items requiring contortionist moves to get them on and off, some of them. She couldn’t remember any of them feeling as constricting as this bridesmaid dress did in this moment.

*

Curtis didn’t read minds. Sometimes it seemed as if he could though. The cop thing. Intensive training plus his years on patrol had honed his ability to read body language. Facial expressions. Eyes.

Sara had good control of those things, but it had slipped. Kept on slipping with each second he made her wait. As her ability to maintain that sassy exterior diminished, his need to take control amplified. The beautiful eyes staring into his told him she needed the same thing.

He settled one palm over her collarbone. Her eyes widened, her heart hammered beneath his touch. Down he worked. Slowly, savoring the feel of her soft, warm skin under the pads of his fingers.

“Do it,” she whispered when his fingers curled around the top edge of her dress.

He pulled the edge lower, revealing more skin without tearing the fabric. “You look gorgeous in this dress. If I rip it off, I won’t get to see you wear it again.”

“You won’t see me wearing anything after tomorrow. This is a one-night thing, you and I.”

“Not sure one night will be enough to do all things I want to do to you.”

“It has to be.”

“Then I’d better get started.” He tugged again, this time toward him, causing her hands to leave the car and flatten against his chest. “You haven’t answered for disobeying me.” He shook his head when her lips parted as if to protest. “I told you we weren’t done. I didn’t like watching you kiss another man.”

“He’s gay.”

“You didn’t know that when you fed him your tongue.” He cupped her nape with a firm grip. “That smart mouth of yours belongs to me tonight.”

“No part of me
belongs
to another person. You’ll get what I choose to give you, when I choose to give it.” Fiery eyes locked with his as she leaned closer, putting their mouths within brushing distance. “And I’m choosing to kiss you now.”

He chuckled against her lips. She thought she could control their first kiss? Or any part of their night together? Sara had a lot to learn—and he was more than happy to teach her.

He used his hold to tip her head, then dipped down, grazing the column of her neck with his lips and teeth. He worked his way up. Pressed a lingering kiss to her pulse point just below her jawline, moved higher, to her parted lips. “
I’m
choosing to kiss you now.” He cut off whatever feisty thing would have come out of her mouth by sealing it with his own.

One taste and he couldn’t stop. He pushed his tongue alongside hers. Stole her breath, the way she had his. Hand on her ass, he pulled her in tight, pushed the hard-on she’d given him against her hot body.

She cupped his butt and tried to get him closer. Moaned, “More” into his mouth between the smacking of lips and clashing of tongues.

He’d give her more. A hell of a lot more, all night long. But not until she understood what that meant.

He caught her juicy bottom lip between his teeth, maintaining light pressure while letting it slide free slowly. Her eyes fluttered open at the loss of contact. Glassy with lust, alive with the fire that had addicted him since the first time he saw it.

“I will always respect the word ‘stop.’ That aside, you do belong to me tonight. And not just your mouth.” He found the hem of her knee-length dress and slipped his hand underneath. Silky stockings gave way to even softer skin at the tops of her thighs. “These sexy legs? Mine. To touch. To command that you wrap around my shoulders while I make you come with my tongue.”

A feminine gasp rewarded him as he stroked the strip of lace between her legs.

“You wish that was my tongue right now?”

“No.”

“Don’t lie to me, troublemaker.”

“I never lie,” her breath caught when he increased the pressure on her clit, “I want it this way.”

He wanted it this way too. For starters. He took a beat to lift her onto the hood of the car. Pushed her dress up to her hips and groaned at the sight before him. Thighs spread wide and trembling. Pale lace, molded to her body from his touch.

“Wait,” she said as he slid his thumb over the lace again.

“Not the word I told you to use.”

“Fine. Stop.” She smirked when his hand froze, mid-stroke. “Look who’s being good now.”

“I always keep my word.” Even when it entailed a wicked case of blue balls.

“Admirable, but unnecessary. Just take off my shoes so I don’t scratch your paint, then get back to work.”

Damn. And all right. He lifted one foot and worked the narrow strap banding her ankle through the tiny buckle. The shoe clattered against the asphalt, the sound sending another surge of blood to his dick.

“I’ve never met a woman more concerned about my paintjob than having an orgasm.”

The second shoe joined the first, and Sara carefully positioned her stocking-covered feet on the Mustang’s bumper. “You make a habit of this, lawman? Getting chicks off on the hood of your car?”

He grunted a laugh. “Only in parking lots after wedding receptions in Barry’s Bay.”

“I’m your first? I’ll try to make it special for you.” She lowered her upper body until she lay flat on the cool metal. “Something you and the Mustang will always remember.”

Safe bet that would be the case. The image of Sara’s fair shoulders and arms against the glossy black hood, her dark hair fanned around her bewitching face, was already imprinted on his brain. But he could make the picture even better.

He stepped closer, pushing her thighs farther apart. He swept his thumb over the lace. Up and down, a bit harder with each pass.

Her body heated beneath his strokes. And the wetness…he could feel how ready she was through the lace. Fuck waiting, he needed to touch her now. Really touch her.

He grabbed the slip of fabric wrapping around her hips and yanked, tearing the miniscule panties from her body. Goddamn, what a sight. “Landing strip,” he said, tracing the tidy, narrow trail of hair over the curve of her pubic bone.

“Not what you were expecting?”

“I imagined you every way. All of them were good, but reality puts my imagination to shame.” He slid two fingers along the edge of heaven. Then inside. Which almost did him in. “Jesus. So fucking wet. And tight. Begging for my cock to stretch you.”

Her back arched and she opened wider for him. Definitely a yes.

He circled her clit with the other hand. Rolled it between his fingertips, gave her more pressure when her hips jerked in response.

“Faster, Curtis. Deeper.”

He’d follow that kind of order. Especially with his name attached. In and out, he finger-fucked her. And hump the air in the space between her legs—yeah, he did that too.

Below him, her head turned side to side. Her palms smacked and squeaked against the metal. Her panting turned to moaning, loud and long and fucking glorious in his ears.

But those weren’t the only sounds in the night. Voices registered on his radar. He’d parked way out, on the far side of the lot, but he wasn’t taking chances. This view, this woman and her sexy sounds—all his.

He folded his body over top of her. Took possession of her parted lips and let her moans vibrate against his tongue while she rode his hands to the goddamn stars.

“Mmm…good kiss.”

“Told you your mouth belongs to me tonight.”

She laughed against his lips. “Other way around, lawman.” She locked her arms around his neck. Dug her nails into the back of his head and sucked his tongue into her hot mouth. Worked it like a fucking blowjob.

He wouldn’t have thought his dick could get any harder, but it did. Hard as granite and feral with need, that’s how she’d made him. “In the car. Now.” He pulled her up with him and bullied her toward the passenger door.

“How romantic,” she said, reaching for the handle.

He caught her arm and pinned her against the side of the car. “You don’t want romantic. You want raw. A fuck so hard you feel it with every step tomorrow. With every breath. And you want it from me.”

She stared up at him, tongue skating hungrily across her lips.

“Get in this car and that’s what happens next.” He pressed her palm to his cock. “And I do mean
next
.”

“Well, are you going to open the door for me?” She raised one eyebrow while squeezing the thick, hard bulge beneath her palm. “Or is that too romantic?”

A sexy smile slowly slid into place on the lips that had kissed her to the melting point mere minutes ago. “Not at all.” He extracted keys from his pocket, reached to his side, unlocked and opened the door. He stepped back and nodded at the opening. Clearly daring her to get in—and prove she wanted what he’d promised.

She wanted. So much her heartbeat was doing a techno dance in her chest and achy need tugged low in her abdomen, despite the toe-curling orgasm he’d just delivered. She leaned into him, grabbing fistfuls of his jacket and bringing his face down to meet hers. She brushed a kiss across his mouth. Light, teasing.

The moment he tried to take control, she pulled back. “Don’t forget my shoes.” She breathed the demand against his lips, then slipped inside the car.

He moved around the front of the Mustang like a big, predatory animal. Confident, strong. Dominant. A man more than willing to play and listen, but who would never truly give up control. Not during sex. Not in the rest of his life either. She’d witnessed that quality plenty since meeting him yesterday afternoon. And it made him more tempting than any of the other men she’d hooked up with.

Whatever his other reasons for maintaining control, she knew one for sure—because he gave a shit about the people in his life. He took charge and took care of them. Protected them, even from themselves. The way he’d done with her. Several times.

Getting caught up in that would be so easy. Also a huge mistake. Even if she wanted an involvement, it couldn’t be Curtis. Too much danger in a cop’s world. Bullets and knives, criminals and assholes at every turn. So, despite his far-too-tempting comment about one night together not being enough, her answer had to stand true. One night was the limit.

“I like these,” he said, depositing the stilettos on her lap as he filled his side of the car with his big frame and even bigger presence. “Put them back on.”

“Ooh, are we going to role-play ‘dirty cop fucks a call girl’? I like that one.”

“I don’t role-play.” The look he gave her while bringing the car rumbling to life would have made an erupting volcano seem frigid. “I don’t need games to make sex exciting.”

For many guys, that claim would be laughable. Coming from Curtis, it seemed more like a threat wrapped in a promise. Or the other way around. Either way, it was no joke.

She had the four-inch stilettoes in place before they reached the first stop sign. “There.” She pushed the second strap through its buckle. “I did as you asked. This time. Don’t get used to it.”

He looked her way, a cocky smile firmly in place on his handsome face. The wheels were turning behind his twinkling eyes too.

“What?” And she’d done it. Asked a stupid, female question, the kind she prided herself on never voicing. The only way it could have been worse was if she had gone for the four-word version—what are you thinking. Ugh.

“You’re cute.”

Her bottom lip actually dropped. “I am not
cute
. Somebody in this car needs an eye exam.”

“20/20 vision over here.”

“If you think I’m cute, I’d love to see the women you normally take home.”

He snorted out a chuckle. “You got jealous when I danced with somebody at the reception, but you’d like a visual of the women who’ve come before you—literally.”

“I did not get jealous.”

His attention shifted from the road to her face. Under the light of the streetlamps, his raised eyebrows were plenty visible. “You want to rethink that statement, Miss ‘I never lie’?”

“Jealousy is for women who want long-term exclusivity and commitment.” She unbuckled her seat belt and moved as close as the bucket seats and gear shift allowed. She slid her hand over his thigh and squeezed. “All I want from you is a record-setting number of orgasms.”

“What’s the number to beat?”

“Depends. Who you want to compete with—a human, or my vibrator.”

His deep, rich laugh wrapped around her, sent a fresh wave of tingling all the way to her toes. An addictive sound. So was its effect.

He turned into the hotel lot, took the first available parking spot and killed the engine. Seamlessly, he unbuckled, shifted his seat back and pulled her onto his lap, straddle style. “Add them.”

“What?”

“The numbers. Add them. That’s what I’ll beat.”