Too much sensation. I couldn’t hold back. Crying out his name, I came undone around his throbbing cock. Link released my hair to grab my hips again and continued to pound me as he came.
Still inside me, he brushed my hair to the side, uncovering my neck for his lips. “Fuck,” he said between kisses. “I knew you’d feel good, but goddamn.”
My sentiments exactly. I couldn’t move, couldn’t think, couldn’t pull myself out of the la-la land Link had sent me to. Face plastered against his desk, I felt vulnerable but unable to do anything about it. Link eventually pulled out of me and did whatever, while I lay there trying to summon the strength to stand.
“When was the last time one of your toys satisfied you like that?” he asked.
Cocky bastard. No matter, his words gave me the determination I needed to push myself off his desk and begin the search for my clothes. I’d never been a hit-and-run girl (all my sexual encounters had been neatly tucked into the middle of long-term relationships), so I hadn’t been prepared for how awkward I suddenly felt. Broken glass on the floor, the room smelling distinctly of sex, there’d be no doubt in anyone’s mind of what we’d done in here. That is if they hadn’t been able to hear us throughout the entire firehouse.
What the hell had I been thinking? I was working a case with this man, and now things between us would be weird. I should have stopped him.
Link pulled on his boxers and jeans as I slipped into my bra and held up my ruined blouse, shaking my head.
“Sorry about that,” he said, not sounding sorry at all. “Guess you’ll have to wear mine.”
The jerk didn’t seem like he felt awkward at all. In fact, he looked almost proud of himself as he tossed the worn, short-sleeved, black Harley Davidson T-shirt he’d been wearing to me. Grateful for the cover, I pulled it on before stepping into my skirt.
My panties were lying at Link’s feet. I bent to grab them, but he snatched them up and stuffed them into his pocket, giving me a challenging smile.
“You want ’em? Come get ’em,” he said.
No. I was definitely not going there again. I grabbed my blazer and started sliding it over my borrowed T-shirt, but Link stopped me.
“Don’t cover up my shirt.”
It was bad enough that the entire club had to suspect what we’d done. I refused to go parading out of here in his clothes. Glaring at him, I slid one arm into my blazer.
“I didn’t peg you for a chicken,” Link said, returning my glare.
“There is nothing cowardly about being discreet,” I fired back. “I’m a professional, Link. I need to work with those men out there. I don’t want them thinking I’m some kind of slut.”
“Good. Then don’t cover up my shirt.”
“I don’t think you understand.”
“I do understand.” He took a step closer to me. “People see that shirt, they’ll know you’re not some slut. They’ll know you’re with me, and they won’t try anything.”
Oh my god, he was infuriating. “I’m not some sort of territory you can mark,” I snapped. “We fucked, and it was nice, but I’m not one of your club whores.”
He snaked an arm around my waist, pulling me against him. “Good, because I’ve been done with club whores for a while now. I’m not lookin’ for a whore, babe.”
Another challenge.
I would not give in.
The question lingered on my tongue, but I refused to lend it my voice.
He wanted me to ask—I could tell by the gleam in his eyes—so I sealed my lips and folded my arms.
“I know you’re curious,” Link goaded.
Oh god, I was. Damn my curiosity. Giving in, I opened my big fat mouth. “Whatareyou looking for.”
“Don’t ask questions you aren’t ready to hear the answers to.”
Now that just pissed me off. “Don’t presume you know what I am and am not ready to hear.”
“What am I looking for? Not a club whore, that’s for damn sure. No high maintenance princess either. Someone with her shit together. Smart, funny, a kind heart… the sort who gives to charities and takes on dangerous cases because she knows it’s the right thing to do.” His eyes sparked with humor as he leaned close and inhaled through his nose. “Who smells like this and makes me lose control at the very thought of fuckin’ her. I need a boss. Someone who gets shit done and doesn’t back down to anyone. Not even me.”
Link was getting hard again. His growing erection pushed against me through our layers of clothes. He barely even knew me, and yet it sounded like someone had been doing their homework, creeping me out just a little. Maybe he was right, and I hadn’t been ready to hear this, after all. The heat in his gaze said even more than his words, and although it terrified me, I refused to look away.
He gently brushed a hair out of my face before letting his hand drift to the back of my head. “Stubborn as hell. Strong. Graceful. Beautiful. Kind. I’m not lookin’ for a slut, babe. I’m lookin’ata fuckin’ queen.”
It was too much. I needed to get out of there. Link must have seen as much in my expression, because he kissed me gently and released me.
“I’ll walk you out and give you some time to process, but you need to know that this thing between us… it’s far from over.”
Emotions warred within me. Fear, excitement, longing. I was so confused, I didn’t even know how to react, so I slung my blazer over my arm, held my head high, and accompanied Link through the common area and out the front door. My hair was down and tangled and I wore his T-shirt with my skirt, but nobody said a damn thing. Thankful for that, I let him settle me into the driver’s side of my Jag and plant a kiss on my lips before I motored off.
Only then did I allow myself to completely freak out.
