"Just thinking about the parking lot," I say.
"The attack?"
"If Briggs hadn't grabbed me that night, you wouldn't be here. We wouldn't be here." I set down the dish towel. "Strange how that works."
He crosses to me, caging me against the counter with his arms. "I prefer focusing on the part where I get to keep you."
"Keep me?" I raise an eyebrow. "That's very possessive, Captain."
"You have a problem with that?"
"Not even a little bit."
He lifts me onto the counter, stepping between my legs. "Good. Because I'm not letting you go."
I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. "Show me."
Clothes leave a trail across the living room and down the hallway. By the time we hit the bed, I'm already breathless and wanting.
"My turn," I tell him, pushing at his shoulders until he's on his back.
He goes willingly, hands settling on my hips as I straddle him. "Take what you want."
I kiss him until we're both gasping, hands mapping familiar territory—the planes of his chest, the ridges of muscle, scars I'm learning the stories behind. When I reach between us to guide him inside, we both groan.
The stretch is perfect. I sink down slowly, taking him inch by inch, watching his face as I do. His jaw clenches, muscles in his neck going taut with the effort of staying still and letting me set the pace. When I'm fully seated, his cock buried deep, I pause. Just feeling him. The fullness. The heat. The way my body grips him.
"God, Gwen." His hands flex on my hips, barely restrained.
I start to move. Slow, deliberate rolls of my hips that make us both shudder. The angle is deep like this, his cock hitting spots inside me that make my vision blur. I can feel every ridge, every vein as I lift and sink, the drag of him against my inner walls sending sparks up my spine.
I brace my hands on his chest, nails digging into hard muscle for leverage. Lift until just the head remains inside, then sink down slow and deep, taking every thick inch. The wet heat between us makes the glide smooth and perfect. My thighs burn from the effort but I don't stop, chasing the building pressure low in my belly.
Each downward stroke grinds my clit against his pelvis. The dual sensation—him filling me, the pressure on that bundle of nerves—makes me moan. I adjust the angle slightly, finding the perfect spot where he hits deep inside while I get the friction I need. There. Right there.
He's watching me with an intensity that makes me feel stripped bare. Eyes dark and hungry, tracking every movement—the bounce of my breasts with each thrust, the flex and strain of my thighs as I work myself on him, the place where his cock disappears into my body over and over. His gaze lingers there, watching himself slide in and out, glistening with my arousal.
"You're so wet," he groans, hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. "So fucking perfect."
The praise makes me clench around him. He groans again, hips jerking up involuntarily to meet my next downward stroke. The change in rhythm, the sudden depth, makes me cry out.
"That's it," he murmurs, one hand sliding up to cup my breast, thumb circling my nipple. "Take what you need."
I do. I chase the pleasure, grinding down when I need pressure on my clit, lifting when I want the drag of his length. My nails score his chest. Sweat slicks our skin, and the sound of our bodies joining fill the room, obscene and perfect.
When his thumb finds my clit, circling with just the right pressure, I'm done. The orgasm crashes through me and I cry out, back arching, inner muscles clenching rhythmically around him.
He sits up, wrapping his arms around me, pulling me tight against his chest. His mouth captures mine as he follows me over the edge, groaning my name against my lips. We stay like that for a long moment, hearts pounding in sync, foreheads pressed together.
Eventually I roll to the side, still tangled with him. He pulls the covers over us and gathers me close, one hand stroking idle patterns on my shoulder.
"The investigation's over," I say quietly.
"Yeah."
"No more official protective detail assignment."
His hand stills. "Is that what you think? That I only want you here because of the case?"
