Score. The stupid underwires had been worth it from the way he was salivating.
“Thanks.” She gripped each side of his shirt and gave a tug. Buttons flew, exposing his gorgeous chest. “Nice pecs.”
He leaned into her, planting his hands on the counter behind her. His eyes were hard, not sexy and teasing like normal. “You sure you want to talk shop when I’m about to fuck you senseless?”
The scotch had taken the edge off of her heartache. Matt’s attention had helped as well. “My two favorite things, sex and solving cold cases. Might be fun to see if you can work your magic well enough to make me forget this case for a few minutes.”
“Is that a challenge?”
Of course it was. She longed for oblivion. Most nights, she found it in the bottom of a bottle. The alcohol blotted out the horrors of the day, the horrors of her past. Tonight, Matt might be the prescription to doing that. It had certainly worked two nights ago and she hadn’t end up with a hangover the next morning.
She lowered his zipper and slid her hand inside, cupping him. He was hard and thick and his eyes momentarily went fuzzy as she gave him a squeeze. “Looks like you’re up for it.”
With a low growl, he caught her bottom lip between his teeth and kissed her, hard, pushing her roughly against the counter. “No more work talk,” he hissed, undoing her pants and peeling them down her legs. He kneed her thighs apart and cupped her ass cheeks in his big hands, lifting her off the floor and onto the counter. “If we’re doing this, I want your undivided attention. Forget the case.”
He stepped out of reach and shucked his clothes. Took a condom from his pocket and put it on. Taylor stared in admiration and licked her lips. “What case?”
The teasing light finally entered those baby blues and he grinned, yanking her jeans the rest of the way off her legs. “That’s more like it. The Mad Dog doesn’t compete with anyone—or anything else.”
“Are you referring to yourself in third person?”
He grasped her around the waist, lifted her slightly, and ripped her undies off. “Nice panties, but I like you better without them.”
She laughed. She couldn’t help it. He was…fun. Such a different energy to this fucking bad day. Plus, she had the control. A part of her liked that. “Get inside me. Now.”
He scooted her to the edge of the counter and drove himself inside in one fast movement. Taylor gasped. It felt so good.
No more thinking.
No more remembering.
Just feel.
She spread her legs wider, giving him deeper access and moaning as he accommodated her, his driving rhythm sending her toward a climax quickly.
Too quickly. She didn’t want it to be over this fast. “Wait…”
He stopped, buried deep inside her. “What? Are you kidding me right now?” His breath was ragged. “Two, three more strokes, Taylor, and I’m gone. Done.”
Her own breath was hit and miss. “I’ve been waiting for this…all day. Waiting for you. Don’t rush it.”
Tipping his head back to look at her through half-lidded eyes, he frowned. “But you like it fast.”
Boy, did she. Usually. The faster and harder, the easier it was to fly apart and stay gone for a while. “Will you stay with me? All night?”
He brushed back a lock of her hair once again in her face. “Is that what you want?”
She didn’t know what she wanted. Not really. What she did know with no uncertainty was that a part of her, the one who had listened to his confession about his sister, wanted to curl up in his arms and never leave that space.
If only she could tell him that. Be that vulnerable. She didn’t want to use alcohol or sex to blot out the ugliness. They were simply all she had.
Now she had him. “I want lots of sex like the other night. If you’re going to bail after dinner, then you better pony up a few orgasms between now and the time my doorbell rings, but if you stay…we can take things slower and enjoy ourselves.”
A slow, wolfish smile curled one corner of his lips. “I can stay. No more scotch though. That’s non-negotiable.”
If he stayed, she wouldn’t need it. The companionship, the distraction, would be enough. “No more scotch,” she agreed.
He began moving again, deliberately, inch by inch, in and out, his mouth finding her neck, his teeth nibbling at the sensitive flesh there. “Good. And I’m up for seeing how many orgasms I can give youbeforethe delivery boy shows up.”
