Operative Attraction (5 page)

The jolt of the car climbing again made him release her.

“What the hell?”

“I think it starts after a few minutes, after they run diagnostics,” she explained, a bit out of breath. She didn’t release him, but she did stand up on her heels by herself. “You nearly had me there.”

“Yeah,” he said, putting his arm around her waist. “Nearly ain’t good enough, princess.”

“That’s as close as you’re gonna get, mister,” she said coolly, removing his hand before strutting through the parted metallic doors.

Chapter
Four

Olivia felt him behind her. Panties drenched from her desire, she couldn’t wait to slip into the shower and wash the day down the drain. She was torn—her brain knew it didn’t make sense to mess up the elegant and ornate king-sized bed with Detective Hal, but her body sung with longing so loud, she couldn’t concentrate on anything else. She stopped at the door to Room 211. Slipping the keycard in, she felt his breath on her neck. Too close. The bastard came too damn close again.

“You want to deny it,” he whispered and reached under her dress, flipping it to her waist. He stepped right up to her, making her gasp as he pushed his hand between her thighs. She parted her legs a little, since her body had stopped listening to her brain. Thick fingers roughly shoved her lacy thong aside.

“Sweet Jesus,” he whispered. “Damn, princess.”

His words raised goose bumps across her flesh, making her instantly hot. Her nipples instantly diamond hard, she thrust her ass against his hands, helping him find her soaked center. He moaned, low and deep as if it had been wrenched from his gut, as he slipped one finger, then another into her sizzling, soaked core.

“So wet for me,” he said against her ear. “Is it all for me, sugah?”

“Yes,” she hissed, unable to make more sounds, and failing miserably to stop the rush of heat coursing through her. She knew what would put out the fire crackling across her skin—his mouth. In and out his fingers thrust as her hips rocked in rhythm with his hand, but goodness, it wasn’t enough, not nearly enough. Long and thick, his fingers touched her core, making her pussy tremble, but she wanted more.

“More,” she croaked. Damn, she couldn’t get her mouth to form words, only one syllable at a time.

“Get in the room,” he ordered, his voice stripped down to the base of his desire. “Hurry.”

The damn keycard wouldn’t work, and she swore, but then Hal plucked it from her hand. He turned it the other direction and laughed as the light switched to green. Pushing through the door, she swallowed her doubts. She wanted him, pure and simple, and fighting him didn’t make it better. Hell yeah, Hal with the ordinary name, and the heavy
Tennessee
accent made it all seem sexy in a way few men ever had.

He snatched her to him and kissed her hard on the lips, pushing his tongue into her mouth, eagerly tasting her. She loved the way he took control. His strong hands lifted her up, and he tossed her lightly on the bed. He slipped out of his jacket and started undoing his tie, but his eyes, they remained locked on her. Hunger had darkened them to a deep sapphire, but the message in them came across loud and clear.

She couldn’t take her eyes off him. Beneath the designer-label clothing, smooth flesh stretched over hard-as-nails abs. He looked like an advertisement for the Bowflex Gym. She leaned forward and raked her nails across the trail of dark hairs spiraling outward. He shuddered from her touch.

“Take that thing off,” he said and grabbed a fistful of her hem. “Now, princess, ’cause I ain’t gonna be able to hold back for long.”

With her feet, she kicked off the heels. They fell to the floor. Coming up to her knees on the king-sized bed, she reached up to her shoulders and untied the tiny bows that kept the spaghetti straps from falling. Why she did what he told her to do, she didn’t know, but the command, the urgency in his voice made her all hot and wet at once. No one had ever dared to command her, or demand anything from her without a serious ass-kicking coming, but Hal made it sound so natural, so damn sexy, she couldn’t help herself.

She loved it.

“Damn, you’re fucking beautiful, princess,” he said, unfastening his belt and allowing his slacks to drop down to his ankles. Inky black boxer briefs hugged those hardened thighs. He looked like he rode a bicycle and did squats for breakfast. Not that she gave a damn how he got those thighs, but she knew without a doubt she wanted to ride on them. Just like she rode her scarlet BMW S1000RR—hard and fast. Hell, yeah, they’d support her and those solid abs, they’d be more than able to withstand her thighs as they wrapped around his waist.

“You like this?” he asked, smirking at her, and he pushed his boxer briefs down and stepped out of them.

“Fuck me,” she said before her mind had fully processed what she was looking at. He kicked off his shoes, removed his socks, and was at last deliciously naked. Olivia didn’t think she could yank her gaze away from his muscular form and the centralized package standing tall and begging for her mouth. Purple-tipped and solid like a log, Hal’s cock stood rigid against the air-conditioned atmosphere. It bobbed as if bowing to her, and the tiny drip of pre-cum caught her attention.

“I aim to do just that,” Hal said hoarsely and climbed onto the bed.

With his lips locked over hers, he snatched the sundress from her body, lifting her with his powerful hands and cradling her in his arms before setting her back down on the soft covers. Naked except for her lacy scarlet thong, Olivia couldn’t stop her fingers from rubbing her swollen clit.

He released her lips and growled. “I’m going to fuck you, princess, right and damn proper.”

With that, he shoved his hand around the lace string of her panties and snapped them right off.

“Shit!” she shouted and watched as he brought the panties to his nose and inhaled her scent.

“So good,” he said and kissed her again. “I want to taste you and spend all fucking night with you, princess, but right now, I just want be buried inside you.”

“Yes, fuck yes,” she moaned, rotating her hips against him. She couldn’t control herself, or her hips, for that matter. She rubbed her index finger over her hard clit, then lifted her finger to his mouth. He licked her finger before slipping it into his mouth and sucking gently on it. She crumbled, and her legs opened wider. With the dew from his cock dripping on her thigh, she knew neither of them could afford much more foreplay. Hell, she was ready to come just from his kiss, and no man had ever done that to her before.

She lay back onto the lush bed and sighed. The soft comforter and firm pillows made her hum in joy. Hal parted her legs and bent down to kiss the inside of her thighs, the back of her knees, and the sides as well. Unable to stand it, she squirmed as each little brush of his lips made her clit throb and her core ache so damn much.

“Stop teasing, Hal!” she breathed, shoving her hand into his hair. She tugged his mouth closer to the apex, wanting to feel that delightful tongue of his pressed hard against her throbbing love button. Hell, she wanted it to sound off. “Lick my pussy!”

“Yes, ma’am,” he purred against her hot mound.

He ran his fingers across her shaved pussy, drawing invisible circles and causing her to dance. She wanted him inside her, but he wanted to take his time.

“Hal!” she shouted and yanked his head closer to her very wet garden.

“Gimme me a minute or two, princess.”

“Now, fuck, now!” she bellowed, not giving a damn if the people next door heard her begging.

Hal slipped a finger into her dripping canal and kissed her clit, slipping his pillow-soft lips around it.

“Shit!” she squealed, bucking for more than his finger, aiming to get more of his mouth.

At the same exact moment she screamed, music floated up around them. It took her a second to recognize the song: it was the theme from Shaft.

“Who the fuck?” Hal swore and then pressed his tongue against her clit, licking and flicking it like he owned it.

Olivia closed her eyes and fell into the sensations crashing over her. She kept her hand on Hal’s head, holding him in place, just in case he thought about moving. He ate her out like a starved man at a Burger King. But his fingers wouldn’t be enough, not nearly enough. He’d proven that already. That thick and long piece of equipment she’d witnessed earlier would do the trick, and then some.

There! Music again.

Hal sat back on his heels and said, “It’s Avery.”

“So?”

“So, he’s my partner. I’ve got to take this,” Hal said and raised up on his knees. He gazed at her with raw hunger, until she saw him force himself to look away. The muscle in his jaw pulsated, and he clenched his teeth.

He started to reach down for his pants when she snaked her arms around him and pulled him gently into her embrace. She kissed his mouth, tasting her essence on his lips.

“Princess, I’m protecting you and technically, still on the clock,” he explained gently.

She locked her legs around his waist and pulled him closer. If she could just get that beautiful, full head of his cock inside her, he would forget about the phone, his partner, and the job. Kissing him once more, she moaned and thrust her hips upward. The ache raced through her.

“Give me,” she whispered before she kissed his throat. Raking her nails gently down his muscular back, she added, “All that wonderful cock.”

“Don’t worry, sugah, you gonna get it,” he said back and nibbled on her ear. “Right now.”

Three hard knocks echoed straight through the room and made Hal growl like a mad beast.

“Who the hell is knocking like the police?” Olivia asked, the mood fleeing as she scooted up to a sitting position.

“Somebody better be dead!” he snapped, glaring at the door.

Chapter
Five

Hal slipped out of bed and picked up his gun. It had been in the ankle holster he wore, but he’d taken it out as he’d slipped his shoes off. Olivia hadn’t even noticed the ankle holster
.
S
he’d
been so hell-bent on staring at his crotch.

He went to the door and unlocked it, gun in his right hand. With his left, he pushed down on the handle and yanked it open.

“I am the police,” Avery said.

Hal swore. “Yeah, about to be a dead one.”

“I need to talk to you. I called your damn cell phone,” Avery said. “Wouldn’t have had to threaten the fucking desk clerk to give me her room number and shit if you’d answered.”

“Shush,” Hal said and glanced over his shoulder, back into the room.

“Did you just fucking shush me? That broad knows it’s me, and wait a fucking minute. You’re naked?” Avery’s voice inched upward in surprise. “You dirty hillbilly…”

“Shush!” Hal said firmly and tossed his head slowly in the direction of the room.

Avery leaned in closer to the door, and he pushed his sunglasses up to the top of his bald head.

Olivia stood with her back to them, her cell phone against her ear. She spoke in rapid Mandarin before switching to Greek. No doubt about it, she was angry. She was so pissed she was speaking fast and changing languages faster than Hal could keep up.

Avery peered at him. “That ain’t right.”