Positively Criminal (13 page)

“Can you prove your hypothesis?”

He slid one strap over her shoulder until it rested across her biceps and then pressed his lips to the top of her breast. “Don’t have to,” he murmured, “I’ve done extensive research.”

Her fingers tangled in the waves of his hair, pushing his lips closer against her skin. “So, let me get this straight.” She concentrated hard to finish her thought while her heart threatened to puncture her chest with the force of its beat. And when he opened his mouth and closed his teeth around her flesh in a tender love bite, she literally fought to speak. “You believe I should use my hips as an interrogation tool.”

He released a low chuckle from deep in his throat as his tongue caressed the bite on her skin. “Hell, yeah.”

“I hate to disprove your theory detective, but my research shows my hips have little therapeutic effect.”

“Maybe.” He lifted his head and gave her a heated smile as he lowered her second strap. “But when you wiggle those hips, your ass takes center stage.”

“Ah, now I understand.”

“And,” he continued as he lifted his hands to stretch the fabric over her chest, “that motion bounces these tight, firm breasts.”

Tiny pulses of electricity shot through her body as he wrapped his fingers around both nipples and strummed the sensitive peaks. “Brings me to my knees every time.”

She thrust further into his touch and tightened her hold on the back of his head, lost in his confessed desire. He had absolutely no idea that dancing for him fueled her own desire. So much so that both times she’d been sorely tempted to tear off what little clothing she wore and have her wicked way with him right there on stage. Indecent exposure be damned – just the thought of being hauled off in handcuffs made her body tingle.

His lips separated into a mischievous grin. “Those thoughts will get you arrested, sweetheart.”

“You have absolutely no way of knowing what I’m thinking.”

He lifted the bottom of her tank top up and over her body before he tossed it to the floor. “You’re breathing hard.” He placed a palm over her left breast. “In fact, I could write your heartbeat a speeding ticket.” She moaned as his other hand slipped under her skirt and rested atop her panties. “And I’m willing to bet my fingers will come away drenched if I touch you.”

She could only manage a small whimper in response.

“Yeah, you’ve got some nasty thoughts going through your brain.”

He lowered his head and wrapped his lips around one nipple while his fingers caressed the top of her silk-covered mound. Desperate to feed the incredible demand for more, she thrust her hips further into his touch and pressed her breasts against his face.

Her fingers tightened in his hair. “Jake,” she said in a desperate whisper.

His tongue circled her nipple again before he released her and raised his head to hold her gaze in a death grip.

His fingers stilled. Her nipples tightened in anticipation of his next move.

With a slow, smooth smile, he moved his fingers from the top of her panties to the edge nestled in the vee of one leg and slipped underneath.

Another wave of moisture left her body.

“Told ya,” he growled as he moved his fingers over her folds.

Never missing a beat, he lowered her to sit on the edge of the bed and leaned in to place a heated kiss against her lips. “You’re already close.”

She gave him a forced half laugh. Close? He’d be lucky to get one finger inside before she totally lost it.

He bent between her legs while his fingers moved into position right over the taut nub in her center and pressed harder. “C’mon, pretty girl, let me have it,” he taunted.

She lifted her hips in an attempt to throw off his rhythm and give herself maybe a few more seconds of ecstasy beneath his touch.

“Nuh-huh.” He grasped her hips with his free hand and lowered her back to the bed while he held his dancing fingertips steady beneath her futile attempt at escape. “I want it, Bri.”

Now desperate to give in, she tossed back her head and shoved her hips closer into his touch, pulled further into the abyss when he slid one finger inside and began an intimate massage.

“Oh God,” she moaned.

“Feels good, huh?” His maniacal assault stopped for half a second before she realized there was absolutely no way she could attempt some sort of coherent response. Warm air caressed her clit. “It gets better.”

She cried out as his lips closed around her needy flesh, licking and sucking while his fingers re-entered her body and picked up right where he’d left off.

With her body now strung tight, she glanced down at the incredibly talented man between her legs and knew he had every intention of making her scream.

Someone had been exactly right about never looking down; she cupped the sides of his head and held on for dear life as she climbed to the top of the orgasmic mountain and then spiraled all the way to the bottom.

While her body clenched his fingers in a tight suction, Jake gave Bri’s wet, slippery flesh one more swipe with his tongue and then eased his fingers from her warmth. He stood, leaned over her, and eased her to lay flush against the bed, her bare breasts pressed against his exposed chest. His dick pulsed beneath the constraints of his pants, demanding entry into the tight, warm space his fingers had just been.

“Beautiful,” he murmured as his lips sought hers.

She released a soft sigh and bent her legs to rest at his hips. His cock jumped.

“You’re a man of your word, Detective Rawlings.”

She slid from beneath him, pushed him to his back, and then planted kisses across his chest and down the staircased abdominal muscles of his stomach. “Let’s see if you can take what you dish out.”

Jake had about a millisecond to react before he pushed himself to his elbows and watched Bri move his shirttails from his lap and lower his zipper.

“Bri,” he growled as she slipped her fingers inside and squeezed his aching cock. “I’m not sure this is a good idea.”

“Oh, I’m convinced it’s brilliant.” She released him long enough to work his pants over his hips until they rested on his thighs. “I would’ve guessed black.” Heat scalded him as she drew her tongue just under the waistband of his boxer briefs.

His cock grew impossibly longer, reaching for those soft, full lips, begging to be sucked inside. The little wench seemed to be empowered by his discomfort, her soft laugh only making matters worse before she opened wide, pressed her mouth against him, and released a long, hot breath.

Sweet Jesus
. He fought the urge to squeeze his eyes closed tight, throw back his head, and howl like a coyote; only the amazing sight of her poised between his legs, ready to devour his dick like a sweet treat stopped him.

He hissed in desperate anticipation when her tongue darted from her pillowed lips and parted the flap of his briefs, grazing the surface of the heated muscle waiting beneath.

“Aw hell.” He wound all ten fingers in her red waves and thrust his hips closer. “I’m pretty much dead right here.”

She raised her sultry, blue gaze, flames dancing in the depths. “We haven’t even gotten to the good part.”

“The hell you say,” he growled and tightened his grip. “Do it, Bri.”

“Do what exactly?”

“Wrap those plump, pink lips around my cock and suck.”

Her lips parted and he released a desperate sigh of relief. Finally,
ah God finally
, relief was on the way. Only, she didn’t lower them to his groin. Instead, she shaped them into a maniacal, twisted smile that made him shake in need.

“You’d like that, huh?” She positioned her fingers under both sides of his waistband and then lowered his boxer briefs until they joined his pants. His dick stood straight and tall, begging her to put it out of misery.

She fisted his length in her grip and stroked once, long and hard, root to tip. His thighs trembled. His blood boiled. His reserve slipped.

Out of sheer desperation, he untangled his fingers from her hair and wrapped one hand around hers, forcing it back down his cock in another hard pull.

“No cheating.” She batted away his hand and waited for him to rest it on the bed.

Sweat droplets danced at his hairline. Squeezed in her grip without motion would kill him.

“Poor baby,” she whispered.

She moved her hand upward again and this time began a steady rhythm. Up, down, over his weeping head, and then repeated the process all over again. Although still on the edge, he found himself able to adapt to her cadence, concentrating very hard and hoping to hell she wouldn’t throw some sort of jerking movement in. Slow and steady was good. Very good.

Maybe it was because his attention was centered on not blowing his load or maybe because her massage just felt so damn good, but he didn’t anticipate her next move. Just when he felt pretty confident things were under control, she held him hostage.

Between her lips.

Halfway down her throat.

He released a feral growl. “Do. Not. Move.”

As soon as his demand left his lips, he knew he was fucked; his only option was to take a deep breath and hold on to his fragile thread of control while she sucked him down even further, her throat muscles working him in an altogether different rhythm.

Jake lay morbidly still and frantically attempted to think with the proper head.
What now
? She definitely had the upper hand and in her current power-hungry state of mind, if he moved – even one little bit – instinct told him she would tighten her hold. Tighten it and then work him in until he was buried with no chance of control.

He jumped when she cupped his balls in one hand and juggled them from finger to finger.

“Stop, Bri, just stop!” He reached down between his legs, squeezed his dick in a death grip and yanked it from the warm, wet prison of her mouth.

She blinked several times in succession, almost as if she attempted to clear the same lustful haze that surrounded his brain.

“As much as I enjoyed that, I want to lose myself inside your body.”

She didn’t immediately answer. Instead, her gaze dropped to his groin. Her eyes widened. Her breath hitched.

It was then he realized he still had himself in a stranglehold, stroking the tortured muscle without really thinking about it.

Her eyes were now at half mast and her tongue left her mouth to wet both lips.

He raised one eyebrow. “You like that, don’t you?”

“You make me ache, Jake.”

He released his cock and extended a hand to help her from the floor. Once he held her in his arms, her full, firm breasts against his chest, he placed a slow, soft kiss against her lips. “That makes two of us.”

He reached to pull down the sheets and then lowered her to the bed, easing her back flat against the soft cotton. He paused only long enough to separate their bodies to unbutton his cuffs, shuck his shirt, and jam his pants and briefs completely from his body and to the floor.

“Time to soothe that ache.”

A small whimper left her lips when he came back over her and buried his lips against her neck. She arched her back and pulled him closer, meshing their bodies into a flesh-colored cocoon.

As soon as his cock brushed the dampened skin of her inner thighs, Jake knew finesse would be difficult, if even remotely possible. Hoping to buy a little more time, he moved one hand over first one breast and then the other, paying extra attention to her nipples, pebbled from his touch. A low hiss left her lips and her fingers indented the flesh of his shoulders while the soft skin of both her shins rubbed his hips when she bent her knees and squeezed him. His cock fell into the opening, welcomed by the wet warmth between her legs.

A tingle began at the base of his spine and quickly climbed all thirty three vertebrae. Almost on its own, his cock made a beeline for her slick entrance.

“Damn.” He raised his head and caged hers with his elbows. “This is going faster than I planned.”

Her eyes deepened with lust. “Fast is good.”

“Can you wait thirty more seconds until I find a condom?”

“No.” She buckled her legs around his back and tightened her hold. “Not necessary.”

His cock stretched, overjoyed by her answer; his brain, the thirty percent still coherent, pressed him to question her hasty confession. “Why?”

One of her slender shoulders lifted in a shrug. “I’m protected. I trust you, Jake.”

“I haven’t been with a woman in over a year.”

“Me either.”

Her wicked grin blew his interrogation straight to hell and he returned an equally obnoxious smile. “Good to know.”

One hand left the top of his shoulders and traced his jaw. “I’m waiting, Detective Rawlings.”

He nuzzled her hand with the scratchy beginnings of his five o’clock shadow and then lifted her hand and placed several kisses across her knuckles. Then, with all the restraint he had in him, he eased his screaming cock into her warm, wet flesh.

Her soft gasp, coupled with the pressure of her feet against his ass made him see double as he buried himself deep then began a slow, steady rhythm. Her inner muscles held him in a chokehold while he tried desperately to practice something close to restraint.