Christian braced his hands on my shoulders and held me back. “You fed him to the lions?”
“Igavehim to the lions. I’m not positive they’ll eat him.” I searched his black eyes, wondering if he thought I was a monster.
Christian leaned in and kissed me passionately, his tongue awakening my arousal. “A woman after my own heart,” he said against my lips, his hands unfastening my jeans. The panties and shoes went with them.
He branded me with his kiss, deepening it as he consumed me like a tide. His rough hands were around my waist, under my shirt, on my bare thigh, palming my breast, pinching my nipple, grazing my sex, scooting me closer until I was on the very edge of the tailgate.
His kiss softened but never ceased. It became lazy and rhythmic until I wrapped my legs around his waist.
When he slid his cock inside me, he released a shaky breath. “I could kiss your lips for a thousand years.”
And it felt like he did. My body hummed as he kissed the corners of my mouth while gently fucking me. Then his tongue was inside my mouth, and I moaned.
Christian pumped faster, the truck rocking back and forth to his rhythm. “Lie down.”
I did as he asked, gripping the edge of the tailgate.
Christian devoured my body in a glance. “Lift up your shirt. Hurry.”
I peeled the tank top up to my neck, my breasts fighting against the bra as I rocked against his every thrust.
His fangs punched out. “Touch yourself.”
“Like this?” I gently cupped my breast before tugging down the bra.
“Aye,” he hissed. “Pinch your nipples.”
I felt my orgasm sliding closer as I saw the ravenous look in his eyes. When I turned my head and looked up, I gasped. “Christian, the camera!”
“Aye, love. The camera.”
“Someone might be watching.” I shouldn’t have said that, because he was seconds away from climaxing. “What if Wyatt’s recording us?”
He flattened his hands on either side of me and controlled the tempo, reading me like a book as he always did. I forgot the damn camera. I forgot my own name. Pleasure crashed through me as he pumped faster and then made that sexy noise he always made right before coming.
I rode the pulses, clenching on the final one that snuck up on me when he pulled out. Christian kissed my thighs while sliding his pants back up.
“Looks like another car wash is in my future.” I sat up and adjusted my shirt. Then I straightened my legs while Christian dressed me in my panties and jeans. “You really don’t care about the cameras?”
Christian chuckled. “Wyatt’s on drugs, and if you’ve ever seen him on those mushrooms, he won’t be coming out of his chamber for a good while. He’s not allowed to record anything anyhow. Besides, the case is over, we’re all tired, and no one gives a shite.”
Aside from the cameras, I liked the privacy the garage gave us. “Maybe we should cover them next time.”
He arched a brow, clearly titillated by the idea that I’d suggest doing this again. “Perhaps a can of shaving cream?”
“You haven’t shaved in a century.” I picked my keys up from the floor and grabbed the jacket. “Where did you toss my shoes? The floor is cold.”
Christian wrapped his arms around my waist and lifted me high off the ground so that I was looking down at him. I planted a soft kiss on his forehead and pinched his dark beard.
“Someday we’ll have a real date,” I said. “And maybe romantic sex.”
“Romantic? Are you not dazzled by the smell of motor oil? Besides, have you forgotten our rooftop date with burgers?”
I placed my mouth by his ear. “Of course not. I’m just joking.”
He walked toward the ramp. “Something I’ve learned in my long life, Raven, is that women never joke. What you consider a joke is really a veiled threat.”
“Is that so? What you know about me could fill a thimble.”
