His hands are everywhere, on my hips, my back, and tangling in my hair. He leans over me, his chest covering my back, his mouth finding the sensitive spot where my neck meets my shoulder. He bites down gently, and I cry out, the sensation shooting straight to my clit.
“You like that?” he murmurs against my skin. “You like it when I mark you?”
“Yes,” I gasp, pushing back against him, meeting his thrusts. “God, yes.”
His pace quickens, becoming more demanding, more primal. The sound of our bodies meeting fills the room. The slap of skin, my desperate moans, and his harsh breaths reverberating off the walls. It's raw, it's messy, and it's perfect. I can feel another orgasm building, different this time, deeper, more intense.
“Alex,” I pant, “I'm... I'm close again.”
“Good,” he grunts, his rhythm becoming erratic. “Come with me, Liv. Let go. I've got you.”
His words are my undoing. The last thread of control snaps, and I'm falling, spiraling into a pleasure so intense it borders on pain. My inner muscles clench around him, milking him as I cry out his name. He follows me over the edge with a guttural groan, his hips jerking as he finds his own release.
We collapse together, a tangle of limbs, sweat, and satisfaction. He's heavy on top of me, but I don't mind. I likehis weight, the solid reality of him pinning me to the bed. For a long moment, we just breathe, the only sound in the room is our ragged attempts to catch our breath.
Finally, he pushes up, his softening length slipping from me. I mourn the loss and the sudden emptiness. He presses a gentle kiss to my shoulder before moving off the bed. I hear him move around the room, then the click of the cuffs unlocking.
My wrists are free, and the sudden freedom back to my hands is a relief. I roll onto my back, stretching my arms over my head. My muscles protest, a delicious ache that reminds me of everything we've just done.
Alex returns with a warm, damp cloth, gently cleaning me. The tenderness of the gesture is almost overwhelming. This is the side of him he keeps hidden from the world; the side he's sharing only with me.
“Okay?” he asks, his voice soft as he settles beside me, pulling the covers over us both.
I snuggle into his side, my head on his chest. “Better than okay,” I echo my earlier words, but this time they mean so much more. “That was... incredible.”
He chuckles, his chest rumbling beneath my ear. “Incredible doesn't even begin to cover it.”
I trace patterns on his skin, my fingers exploring the hard planes of his chest, the dusting of hair that narrows to a line leading down. “I never knew,” I admit quietly. “I never knew it could be like that.”
“Like what?” he prompts, his fingers stroking my hair.
“So... intense. So freeing.” I struggle to find the right words. “I'm always in control, you know? At work, in my life... everywhere. But with you... with you, I don't have to be. I can just... be.”
His arm tightens around me. “You don't have to be pushed to be in control with me, Liv. Ever. You can just let go. I'll catch you.”
He tilts my chin up, forcing me to meet his gaze. His eyes are soft, open, vulnerable in a way I've never seen before. He pulls us closer, pressing his lips to mine. This kiss is different from before, gentler and tender.
When we finally break apart, I'm breathless for an entirely different reason. “Stay,” I say, the word barely a whisper. “Stay the night.”
Chapter 29
Alex
The forensics lab got to work right away on what I’d gotten out of the warehouse. Captain Grant, who’d been opposed to my plan to infiltrate the warehouse, seems even more irked because it worked.
But it left Mason and I pacing the bullpen most of the next day until we both became too stir crazy and decided to pursue another possible lead. Coincidentally, it’s on Liv’s block.
Now I’m stuck in an unmarked car with Mason and his seemingly never-ending bag of chips with another unmarked car and two plainclothes officers down the block while I watch Liv get home from her shift and head inside.
“I’m just saying, you’re too uptight lately. You need to get laid,” Mason prattles beside me.
What he doesn’t know is that I was just with Liv three nights ago. But he’s partially right because I’m already craving her again. I just got a taste that night, now I need it all. Though I wouldn’t mind using my cuffs on her again.
My silence seems to tell him far too much because he tosses the bag of chips out of his hands suddenly to turn and stare me down.
“Wait a minute…”
Don’t you fucking dare start profiling me, Mason.
