“No. I swear. He thinks women on the force are a good idea. Simple as that. And he thinks you’re a good woman.”
“He might have second thoughts when you tell him about Jay.”
“I don’t see how any of that would factor.”
“It speaks to my judgment—or lack of it.”
“Or it speaks to you coming out on the other side of a mistake. Not a bad thing. Not at all.”
Ramsey lifted her head and caught him under the chin with a fingertip. She nudged him to look at her. “You’re good for me.Reallygood for me. I don’t even know how to think about that.”
“What’s to think about? Just accept it.”
“Mm.” She leaned in and kissed him on the mouth. “Fire’s dying.”
Sullivan looked past Ramsey’s shoulder. “I’ll take care of that.”
She smiled, and it touched her eyes. “You already have. Let’s go to bed.”
33
For the firsttime they’d been together in bed, Ramsey thought of their intimacy as making love. There was warmth and tenderness and something intangibly sweet about the way his lips felt against her hair, her cheek, and the corner of her mouth. He walked his fingertips between her breasts to her navel and when her skin jumped under his touch, he pressed a smile at a curve of her neck. He whispered her name against her ear. Then he whispered what he was going to do and made her wait for it. The anticipation was delicious, exciting all of her nerve endings so that she was sensitive to the slightest brush of his body against hers.
It was not so different for him, she thought, as her mouth made its way across then down his chest. She felt the steady thrum of his heart under her palm and the rumble of his pleasure against her lips. He sucked in a breath when she slid her hand over his abdomen and followed with her mouth. She liked that she could make him do that.
Her skin tingled. It was exquisite. Sublime. She reached for his cock, stroked it, and then told him what she wanted. He slid inside and the walls of her vagina contracted. “Venus fly trap,” she murmured.
He expelled a lungful of air on a low burst of laughter. “Is that what we’re calling it now?”
“We never called it anything before.”
“True.” He began to move.
She hummed her pleasure and made small whimpering noises at the back of her throat. Her nails made crescents in the taut muscles of his back. It was a smooth joining at first. Easy. Slow. It would have been a good test of her patience, but then she didn’t care if she passed or failed. She wanted him and her need was reciprocated in spite of his efforts to linger and last.
She strained against him, lifting her hips and digging her heels into the mattress. He pressed her down, ground into her, and the lovemaking that had begun so gently erupted into something sweaty and energetic and just this side of rough.
Ramsey’s head fell back on the pillow as she shuddered in climax. She held onto him as he pumped, and when he collapsed on her, she didn’t ask to move. A little winded, her voice was husky, “This must be what it’s like to wear one of those thunder shirts.”
Sullivan raised his head, stared at her for a count of three before he buried his face against her neck. “Dogs wear those.”
“I know. I’m just sayin’. The weight’s comforting.”
He breathed laughter into her shoulder. “Won’t be for long.”
She hugged him. “Don’t move. Not yet.”
So he stayed where she wanted him until he felt another shiver slip under her skin as she orgasmed a second time. “Ah. That was it.”
“I was on the edge again,” she said a bit defensively.
“Hey. I think it’s great. I would if I could.”
Ramsey gave his shoulders a nudge and he obligingly removed himself and rolled onto his back. She lay beside him for all of a minute before she threw off the covers and bounded out of bed for the bathroom. “Shower!” she called over her shoulder.
“Announcement or invitation?”
“Could be both, Sullivan.” Except for a couple of inches, she shut the door and then spoke through the opening. “You decide.”
