“Are washable.” He took the bottle and squirted just a hint of cream onto her fingertip, then leaned over and sucked it off.
She laughed.
“What?”
“You are such a wimp,” she said.
He pretended to be indignant. “Watch it, lady, or you’ll be sleeping on the couch.”
“Give me that thing.” She held out her hand, demanding, and then, with a sultry little smile, she drew a line of whipped cream across her breasts. “Prove to me you’re not a wimp.”
Thatwas a challenge he was more than happy to accept. He tossed her back onto the bed, his mouth closing over one breast. He teased and sucked until there was no more cream, just her nipple hard against his tongue and her soft moans sounding in his ear. He turned to her other breast and laved it clean, too. Then he sat up, smiled at her, and took the can away.
“My turn,” he said.
She nodded, silent, then watched as he drew a white cream path between her breasts, over her belly button, all the way down to the dark triangle between her thighs. Then he settled in, licking and sucking his way down to his prize. She was hot and wet, and he was as hard as steel. He wanted her desperately, and he eased between her legs.
She shook her head, her lips parted, her eyes dark with desire. “Not yet,” she said, reaching down to stroke him. “I haven’t had dessert yet.”
He almost lost it, but he held on to a shred of control. A shred that grew thinner and thinner as she ordered him to lie back, then smeared cream down the full length of his erection. His body was on fire, and from her sultry little grin, he was certain she knew exactly the effect she had on him.
When she lowered her mouth and licked the tip of him, he thought he heard himself cry out.
When she took him into her mouth, he knew he’d died and gone to heaven.
But when she licked the full length of him like a lollipop, he couldn’t stand it anymore. He had to have her, and he rolled over, his body straddling hers, his breath hot and heavy, matching her own.
“Now,” she whispered, and he didn’t hesitate. Just slipped inside and drove home. Over and over and over until finally the world exploded around them and he collapsed, sated, against her.
They lay like that for a piece of eternity, until she made a little noise and moved.
“What?” he asked as a thick blanket of exhaustion fell over him.
She spooned against him, her breath caressing his neck. “Nothing,” she said. “I’m just very, very glad that I saved room for dessert.”
* * *
THE NEXT MORNING, they’d awakened before dawn and had arrived in the office before eight. They’d worked straight through, ordering lunch in and eating at their desks. And now Kyle watched as Mel rested her head in her hand. It was almost 7:00 p.m., and the schematics for the Driskell alarm system were spread out on the desk in front of her. She tossed her pencil down on top of them.
“Not going well?”
She shot him a nasty look. “I’ve got nothing,” she said. “Absolutely nothing.” She exhaled loudly. “What about you?”
“Not sure. I got the reports, but I need your help analyzing them.” He’d called in a favor from some cops and had gotten police reports for every burglary within the last twelve months in the Orange County area. The reports filled his briefcase, and he needed her help going through them to look for any indications of a similar MO.
August 12 was bearing down, but the reports were portable, and the office was cramped and stuffy. Time for some fresh air and a new perspective.
She rearranged the stacks on her desk. “Just pass me a stack and put them here. I’ll go through them right now.”
“I’ve got a better idea,” he said, then held out his hand. “Come on.”
She twisted around to look at him. “Come where?”
“Out,” he said simply. For a moment he thought she’d argue, and so he brought out the big guns. “We can take another spin in the convertible.”
When they’d left together that morning for the office, he’d surprised her by opening his garage doorto reveal a Mercedes convertible. A bright-red beauty.
Fifteen minutes later she was perched in the passenger seat, her hair loose in the breeze. She reached a hand up and caught it, twisting it into a knot and securing it with a clip.
