“I bet you’re not a fuck up. Not if you spent all those years as a firefighter, saving lives.”
I’d done my best to boost his ego.
He’d snorted and took another sip of his drink.“Nothing’s ever good enough for the Rogers family.”
His tone was so full of bitterness. The man had an obvious disdain for his family and the fire department. He’d railed against what he calledshitty procedures and rulesat the department. He never gave up the name of who he suspected of hurting people, but I knew there was more there.
After almost twenty minutes of his ranting, he’d downed the rest of his fourth drink and asked me if I wanted to head out with him. When I declined the offer, he scowled at me and cocked his head to the side, staring. His gaze narrowed, but he didn’t say anything else before turning and walking away, leaving the bar.
Minutes later, Carter had approached and told me Don had chased some guy in a hoodie out the back exit of the nightclub.
“This isn’t enough,” Don said, sounding frustrated.
“I know, but it’s a start. He knows something. And you didn’t get to see his face. The look was as if he thought about how much to tell me. He knows more than what he said tonight.”
Don didn’t say anything for a long while, but his hands did the talking for him. He slid them down the length of my back, tugging me even deeper onto his lap. There, I felt the bulge in his pants as he stared up into my eyes.
“I would’ve killed him if something happened to you.”
The look on his face was too intense. My breathing hitched. There was an almost deadly glint in his eyes. I knew he meant every word.
A piece of me wanted to ask him if he cared to protect me so much because he thought he owed it to my brother, or if there was some other reason.
I started to ask it, but he pressed his hand against my back, bringing me closer to his mouth. When he kissed me, it felt like this kiss was different from some of the others.
Don coated the kiss with a possessiveness that I couldn’t deny.
My nipples pebbled, pushing against my dress, and my pussy moistened with arousal. I trembled with need. Every inch of my body ignited and begged for more.
Don lifted both of us from the chair before perching my ass on the edge of my dining room table. He worked quickly, moving his hands underneath my dress and taking hold of my panties.
I watched as he skillfully glided the material down my legs, over my knee-high boots, and dropped them to the floor.
Cool air hit my mons when he stepped fully between my body, pushing my knees apart with his strong hands. He brought our lips together again for another blazing kiss, and I was the first one to break away when his blunt fingers pressed against my pussy lips.
My eyes watered, and I widened my knees, silently asking for more.
Don had spent many nights at my condo ever since that first night a month ago when he’d awakened me out of my sleep. It had become custom for him to wind up at my place after getting off late at night.
We ended up playing one video game or another, discussing the case, or laughing about something ridiculous. Then we’d wind up in my bed, him spooning me with his clothes still on.
But tonight was different.
I especially knew it when Don leaned down and hoisted my legs over his shoulders. His movement forced me down onto my back, and I reached for the edge of the table for something to hold onto.
He pushed my dress up to my waist, leaving me exposed to his stare. His eyes darkened, and my nipples hardened at that look.
“Oh God,” I groaned when he put his mouth against my core.
He firmly held onto my thighs, ensuring I had no place to go and no ability to squirm away from him. Don had to have studied the art of eating pussy because otherwise, it didn’t make sense the way he devoured me.
I felt like my entire body was melting into the wood of my dining room table. I was heavy and light at the same time, losing my grip on the edge of the table. With effort, I lifted my hands and pressed them into the back of Don’s head. The silky strands of his hair glided against my fingers.
I became a bundle of emotion and sensation. When I started to think I couldn’t take much more, the tingling that began at the tops of my toes moved up my body.
I exploded in a cry, begging him to stop and to keep going.
“Fuck, you taste so good,” he said with a huskiness in his voice that damn near had me coming again. “I wanted to know what these heels would look like over my shoulders ever since you first walked out of the room wearing them.”
