“Help” was all she could manage to say between each smack of his pelvis against her ass.
“You need my fingers on your clit? Is that what you want?”
“Please,” she begged.
He loosened one hand from her flesh and reached around her hip to rub against her clit, which was now so hard and swollen, she actually hissed at the oversensitivity. But it was all she needed to topple back over the precipice, with him following right behind her as her spasming walls strangled his cock. She cried out at the painful pleasure, and he shouted her name as he came.
As the last streams of his cum filled the condom, she collapsed, chest to the mattress, her face turned to the side. He locked his arms, fists to the mattress, wanting to keep his weight off her. Good god, this woman was going to kill him!
After several heaving breaths from both of them as the final waves of euphoria passed, he gave up the battle. He needed to touch her skin. Unlocking his arms, he allowed his chest to rest against her back, his lips kissing the top of her spine at the base of her neck. The salty taste of her skin caused him to look up at her face. He redistributed his weight to one arm and used his free hand to pull back the tendrils of her hair stuck to her cheek and forehead by the sweat they’d worked up.
“Still with me?”
“No. I’m dead,” she mumbled.
One finger continued to brush strands of hair from her skin. “Is that a good thing?” he asked. Her face was flushed, and she looked well-sated, but he was waiting for everything to come crashing back into her when the adrenaline dropped.
She managed a smile. “Very good.”
Reluctantly, he placed a kiss to the back of her neck and stood. He hated withdrawing from her body, but he needed to get rid of the condom, and he reminded himself that it wouldn’t be their last time together. He stepped into the bathroom, cleaned up, then returned to slide back into bed, his arms going around her waist as he pulled her perspiring body next to his. Automatically, his lips made contact with the bend between her neck and her shoulder.
Her hands settled on his. “I need another shower,” she complained.
“Not yet.” He continued kissing her. “I’m feeling primal at the moment. Need my scent all over you so that it sinks in.”
She chuckled at his ridiculous comment. “You’re about as unprimal as it gets.”
“Don’t tempt me, woman,” he mock-snarled. “I’ll go get one of thoseScreammasks and chase you around the house while wearing it.”
The chuckle became a full-on laugh. “I dare you.”
“You should never dare me,” he told her.
“Well, let’s just make sure Ezra isn’t around when you do because that would be hella awkward.”
He smiled against her skin. “Probably cost me millions in therapy.” He eased away from her, helping her out of bed and back toward the main bathroom. “All right. Shower. Then back to bed. You need your rest after today and then my selfish antics.”
Suddenly, all the fun and teasing went out of the room. “You weren’t selfish. I was. I asked you for this. Fuck, what kind of monster am I? Kennedy’s out there, missing, possibly kidnapped or dead, and here I am spending my time sleeping with my boss.”
“Hey.” He stopped her in her tracks and searched her eyes. “You spent all day searching for her. Your body is wiped out. You can’t go nonstop. Others are out there now. That’s what you said. No one expects you to be doing anything but sleeping right now. And I guarantee you, other cops would be feeling the same loss, the same helplessness, at not being able to find her. Sex is a natural way to connect with others and reset the imbalances inside of us. Don’t you dare feel guilty.”
She stepped into him, her forehead to his chest, and he wrapped her in his arms. “I know. I’m sorry. You’re right. I do feel helpless. There’s too much of Kennedy’s past in my past. It’s…”
“Like it’s happening to you?”
She nodded against him.
“You’re safe, El. He can’t hurt you anymore. Even if he tried, you have friends who would protect you, including me. Not only that, I’m here to help you rebuild when you need it. Never feel bad about turning to me to make things disappear for a while.”
They stood there for a few more moments, soaking in the togetherness. Then he prodded her toward the shower again.
“You need sleep. I don’t want you staying at your house. Don’t fuss over it. Just stay here tonight. If it feels weird to sleep with me in my bed, I’ll go to the guest room, but I’d feel better if you were next to me. Please.”
“Okay,” she whispered. “I’ll stay. Hope you have more than cereal for breakfast here.”
She couldn’t see his smile, but he felt like he’d won an Olympic medal at her agreeing to spend the night. “I think I can rustle something up for you.”
CONFESSION IS GOOD FOR THE SOUL
