I took a moment and tried to think. A large t-shirt covered me, my underwear was on, and Aiden wore briefs that did nothing to conceal his impressive length. His chest felt hot and bare against my back. Mine ached heavy and full.
In a smooth motion, he pulled me onto my back and rolled on top of me. His dark hair fell rakishly over his forehead. Even in the early hour, his eyes were the clear blue of the purest sea.
“Um, did we…” I tried to ignore the hard body over me. It was impossible to ignore.
“Not yet,” he grinned, the dimples flashing in his strong face. I figured they were a rare sight and thought it safer for womankind that way.
He pressed into me, and my eyes rolled back into my head. Then he leaned down and kissed me gently. One broad hand slid down the side of my body before cupping my rear to pull me even closer against him. Heat met heat. You couldn’t get more direct than that.
I fought the whimper wanting loose and tried to focus my eyes on his.
“If you want to stop me, say it now,” he said softly against my mouth as his hand started to knead. “I didn’t take advantage of you last night because you were toasted, but you’re sober now, and this is your decision.”
My mind questioned what I should do. My body told my mind to shut the hell up. There were some experiences a girl shouldn’t miss.
I don’t know if it was the good night’s sleep from the wine, or the fact that I hadn’t had an orgasm with someone else in the room for far too long, but I leaned up to nip his full bottom lip. “You said something about a g-spot?”
His eyes turned a predatory blue, and he showed his teeth in a slow grin. “Let’s see what we can do.”
His lips dropped to mine. Now, I thought he had kissed me before. I was wrong. Those were mere hints, mere tantalizing peeks at what he could really do.
He wasn’t gentle. He wasn’t soft. He was all heat, depth, and fire. I think I heard Gaelic angels singing in the background, but that could’ve been the blood rushing through my veins. His free hand reached up to tangle in my curls, pulling my head to the side, angling my face. He was hard and dominant, and I was surprised by how much I liked it. How much it ignited the already glowing fire within me. I’d have to figure that one out later. Right now, my hands were full.
The hand on my rear moved to slide teasingly across my front; the small silk thong no match for the heat of his hand. His mouth, now on my neck, stilled. “I forgot about the Brazilian.”
I figured he would be familiar with the concept. “I don’t see the big deal.”
He nipped the soft area between my neck and shoulder before his tongue soothed the sizzling skin. “You will.”
He ripped my shirt over my head, and I gasped. His mouth traced a hot, insistent trail from my neck to my breasts. His warm mouth engulfed one nipple as he pulled my aching bud into his mouth, and I pushed up against him, my hands clutching the solid muscles of his shoulders. He chuckled against my skin. I moaned.
He moved further south, kissing and nipping along the way. My thong was quickly ripped in two. In the back of my head, I knew I shouldn’t like that. The good Catholic-girl in there balked, but I forgot all about her when his mouth found me, and my body started singing ‘hallelujah’.
Though I did pray loudly to God at least three more times during the morning.
* * *
After playing with Aiden,I was very late for work. I wore a white shirt, black skirt with matching jacket, and muted pumps in preparation for Scot Peterson’s funeral set for that afternoon, even though it was a Friday. My mattress hockey with Aiden had taken longer than any girl had a right to expect, and I had to admit, I was a bit, well,tender. It had been a long time, and Aiden was nothing if not thorough. Very thorough. I can truthfully say that not only did I have a g-spot, but it had never been truly discovered before. I wondered if he had some sort of squatter’s right to it now. I frowned at the thought.
Carefully balancing two lattes while walking down the steps, I found Nick in his war room already taping pictures of the guys who’d chased me up into a tree to the big board. Would he be able to tell I’d had sex with a suspect the night before? I should probably admit it, but I just couldn’t. Then I looked at the big board.
Just seeing their faces made me trip, and the heated liquid splashed over my hand. I winced.
Nick rescued the coffees and set them down. His dark hair was almost long enough to curl around his ears, but not quite. “Meet Bert McLeroy—” he pointed to the guy with the acne scars “—and Chris Mayers.” He tapped the balding blond guy. “Low life thugs with known connections to the Third Street Boys gang out of Portland.”
I wiped the coffee off with my other hand. “How did you identify them?”
“Morons left their prints at Melvin Whitaker’s. We have BOLO’s out on both of them and should have them in custody soon.” Nick said, stepping back to study the board. Then he looked over his shoulder at me. “Holy shit.” Turning, his chin dropped. “Pierce didn’t tell me it was that bad.”
I gingerly poked at the scrape along my cheekbone, which had somehow extended up in a nice purple arc around my eye. So much for the concealer I’d plied on so generously. “Well, I did fall out of a tree,” I said, trying not to sound too defensive. Then I’d had spectacular sex with a bad boy.
Nick leaned back against the table and reached for his coffee, his gaze not leaving my face. “I thought I told you to stop investigating outside of legal theory and online databases?”
I really didn’t like being told what to do. My hackles rose, and I had to shove them back down, considering this was my boss. At least for the moment. “Because I’m a woman?” Yep. I went right there.
To my surprise, he paused as if thinking it over. “No. That’s not it.” He took another deep drink. “It’s a couple of things. One, we have both the DEA and the state police on this investigating, and our jobs don’t come into play yet. Two, you’re green, Anna. Brand new at this. You shouldn’t even be in the deep end of the pool right now.”
When his pause went on for too long, I lifted my chin. “And three?”
