He looked up at her through his lashes and grinned. His hand moved south, dancing over every curve and plane of her body even as he rose to take her lips.
He kissed her like a greedy lover, swallowing her moans when his touch explored beneath her panties. His finger slipped beneath the elastic, finding the curls at the juncture of her thighs before sliding along her slit.
She arched her hips off the mattress, needing more, wanting it all. His finger slid inside, and she broke the kiss and moaned.
“That’s it, baby. You feel so good.” He buried his head in her neck as he stroked her, working her into an orgasm that hit fast and strong. He slowed and then continued his strokes until each and every spasm crested through her body.
She reached for his shirt and yanked it over his head. He quickly divested them of the rest of their clothes before he lay between her thighs. He stared into her eyes as he positioned his cock and slowly slid inside her, filling her to the core.
“Yes,” she whispered and scored his back with her nails as he moved harder and faster inside her until they both found an explosive release.
Hours later, after the third or fourth orgasm and he’d depleted all of her energy, she fell into a deep sleep, only waking again when the sun warmed her face and the smell of coffee teased her nose.
She opened her eyes to find him sitting in a chair across the room. He had a case file in his hands and coffee sitting beside him. He gestured to the bedside table.
“Two sugars, right?”
“You remembered.” She smiled and stretched her arms over her head before sitting up. She grabbed her tank top from the end of the bed and slid into it.
He watched her with hooded eyes, as though he were debating on taking her again.
“Of course, I remembered,” he said, turning his attention back to the file in his hands.
She took a sip of the coffee and climbed back into her undies before getting out of the bed and crossing the room. She took the file from his hand and set it on the table next to him before straddling his lap.
“We don’t do awkward or regrets,” she said, kissing him.
His hands rested at her hips, holding her against him. “What makes you think either one of those applies?”
“Because you would have stayed in bed with me if one of them didn’t. So, which is it? Which one am I working against?”
He rested his hands beneath her ass and lifted her as he rose. Walking to the bed, he laid her down, following her to the mattress. He kissed her neck before lifting the tank top with his lips and sucking her breast again.
“I’m only up because I wanted to work on the case. Good thing I did. It reminded me we’re still working against a threat.”
“You can tell me all about it after a proper good morning,” she said, pulling at his shirt until she got it off his body. She rested her hand against his heated chest before reaching for the button on his jeans.
He helped to prove a proper good morning was exactly what she needed to start her day with a smile on her face.
18
Ashton
She wasn’t going to like what I had to say. There was no easy way to soften the blow.
I’d left her in bed, made a fresh pot of coffee, and locked up behind me when I went out for donuts. By the time she showered and came downstairs, I was staring down at the police files when she neared, grabbed her favorite chocolate-covered donut with sprinkles, and disappeared into the kitchen, only returning with a cup of coffee and offering me her last bite.
I took it and then licked the chocolate from her fingertips.
“Anything new on the case?”
“I reread through the files this morning, and when I went out for donuts, Detective Morrison called.”
“And? Was the call about Marcus? Did he regain consciousness?”
“No, not yet, but we have a bigger problem than I thought.”
“How so?”
