Protecting Justice (The Justice Series Book 4) (24 page)

The bastard was teasing her. “Well, then, let me say it again. Please, Tony. Is that clear enough for you?
Please
stop teasing me with your kisses and your fingers and tell me what you want.”

He reached out and ran his fingers under the edge of her panties, grazing her skin. Next thing she knew, she heard fabric ripping. Her panties fell to the ground, shredded.

Tony caught her up, lifting her from the ground and carried her to the front of his truck. Boosting her up, he sat her on the shiny hood, still warm from the engine. The truck sat high, bringing her knees level with his chest.

“Spread your legs.”

She obeyed, leaning back on her elbows and giving him the view he wanted, making her feel wanton and dangerous.

He trailed his fingers over her inner thighs, then slid them into her tight heat. She closed her eyes, quivering at the sensation. He brought them out, then sent those wicked fingers in deep again, his thumb finding her bud and circling it, building her desperate need to new heights.

Fallyn arched her back, enjoying the rhythm he built. Faster, deeper, taking her higher until she was begging him for release.

“Not yet,” he said, pressing her legs farther apart. She looked up in time to see him lower his head.

She cried out at the feel of his lips, his tongue. Her arms wouldn’t hold her any longer and she lay back, letting her thighs fall completely open.

“That’s right, Fallyn.” He held her legs down, his breath hot against her sensitive flesh. “Come for me.”

His tongue dove into her, nearly pushing her into an orgasm. He withdrew it, ran it over her bud, then slipped it back inside.

Nonsense noises came from her throat. She couldn’t help it, her mind blanked, her body existing only in this moment, only for him. A few more flicks of his tongue and she was gone. She swallowed a scream and dug her nails into the hood as a savage climax ripped through her.

The sweet bliss lasted forever, him milking her with his lips until the last shuddering spasm passed. Her legs were liquid, her body floating, weightless. When she could finally form words, she raised her head and looked at him through half-lidded eyes. “That was amazing.”

His smile was as fierce as the kisses he’d laid on her earlier. He swept her off the truck and carried her to the stairs. “Good, ’cuz we’re just getting started, sweetheart.”

* * *

At the top of the stairs, Tony’s hands were busy trying to unclasp Fallyn’s bra so he kicked at the door leading into the apartment.

Nothing.

Tell me this door is locked.
Wouldn’t that be a craptastic interruption to what had started as an exceptional encounter.

Fallyn reached behind her, twisted the doorknob and—score—pushed the door open. A sliver of hazy moonlight illuminated the small kitchen and she gave him a wicked half-grin. “We are so good together.”

Fuck her blind
. That’s what he’d do. Because Fallyn Pasche, on some primal level, understood him. Knew how to push his buttons just enough to motivate him rather than piss him off.

And right now? Highly motivated.

“Babe, you are going to howl before I’m finished with you.”

“Aren’t I the lucky girl?”

Getting his bearings, he hooked a left into the short hallway hoping to get to the bedroom before he exploded. Fallyn plastered herself against him, kissing the hell out of him, that amazing tongue making his mind race.
Fuck her blind, fuck her blind, fuck her blind.

God, the woman would drive him to madness. No off switch. No brake pedal. Just go, go, go. Like him. Together? What a frickin’ disaster.

A hot, adrenaline fueled disaster that made him want more. Always.

How far was the goddamn bedroom?”

Still kissing him, Fallyn laughed. “Where the hell is the bedroom?”

“Just wondering that myself. Ow! Shit!”

He hit something. Damned darkness. He unclamped one hand from Fallyn’s ass and reached down. Sofa.

“Living room.”

“Good enough.” She grabbed onto his hair with both hands and tugged. “I want you inside me. Now.”

“Lucky boy,” he said, mimicking her voice. “We’ll find the bedroom later.”

Using one hand, he felt around, found the seat of the sofa and set her down. Immediately, like locked-on radar, she went for the waistband of his pants, looking up at him the whole time, smiling that wicked smile that made his already raging hard-on painful.

He slid his fingers along her jaw, stroking her smooth skin. “You’re amazing.”

And she was. Beautiful, smart, sassy. Gently, he ran his hands up her cheeks, through her hair, grabbed a fistful of it and tugged so she’d look up him. “I’m crazy about you.”

“Ditto, handsome.”

She jerked his fly down, sent his pants to his ankles and went to work on his boxers. “Come to mama, sweetheart.”

At that he laughed. Had to. The woman was nuts. And all he had to decide was how to take her. Against the sofa, against the wall, bent over. What?

Something told him she liked it hard and fast. Like him. On the edge of rough because that’s where things got crazy and hot and made the release a pure shot of insanity.

Boom and boom and boom.

That’s what he wanted. That shattering release that would make his mind stop, just blow that bastard to bits and give him a few measly seconds of peace.

From his thoughts.

From his guilt.

That goddamn guilt that never gave up.

Fallyn wrapped her hand around him and his eyes rolled. Holy God, that felt good. He moved back, away from her and kicked out of his shoes, pants and the boxers.

Ready.

“So, what do you think?” he said. “Ready to scream?”

The measly moonlight shifted, threw shadows across her bare breasts and his heart damn near stopped, just froze right in his chest. He sucked in a breath and held it. So damned beautiful.

“Jesus, Fallyn.”

“What?”

He slapped his hands over the top of his head. What the hell was wrong with him? By now, with any other woman giving him the go sign like she had, he’d be on her, the two of them body slamming each other into mind blowing orgasms.

Now? He shook his head. “I don’t know,” he said. “You…undo me.”

She sat back, lifted one leg and rested her arm on her knee. “And that’s a bad thing?”

“No. But my M.O. is bent.”

“Thank goodness that’s the only thing bent.”

Shit. Totally irreverent this woman. He burst out laughing. Standing there in the middle of a strange living room, no lights, a hot woman naked and ready in front of him and he was laughing at jokes.

I’m losing it.

He sat down next to her, reached for her and kissed her. Long and slow. Savoring it because all of a sudden, he didn’t want to rush. He wanted every second, every micro-second, drilled into his brain. For the first time, he didn’t want to body slam his way through it.

With Fallyn, he wanted…different.

Still kissing him, she eased herself back, lying down and pulling him on top of her, dragging her warm fingers up and down his back, over his ass and he broke the kiss, buried his face in her hair and his mind slowed to…nothing.

Blank.

God, that was good. Better than good. Fantastic. Who knew? “Don’t stop.”

“It feels good?”

“Hell, yeah.”

And it did. Slowly, she tickled her fingers over his back, the movement lighting up his nerve endings in a way he’d never experienced and he breathed in, let the silence take over.

While her magic fingers lulled him, she brought her legs around his waist and he was right there.
Right
there. All he had to do was ram himself home and rock her world the way he knew he could. Just pound away until they both screamed.

The way it had always been for him.

Pound. Pound. Pound.

Mind shatter.

Done.

Not this time.

He raised his head, looked down at her grinning up at him and kissed her. Softly. A gentle brush of lips as he sunk his weight into her, rested there for a second. Taking it all in. Absorbing the moment. For once.

Her hands stroked over his back. Up. Down. Up. Down. She pulled back, stared up at him, her green eyes, even in the dark, so focused. “You okay?”

Okay? Was he? He didn’t know. If okay was this crazy calm feeling, yeah, he was definitely okay.

“I’m great,” he said. “You ready for me?”

“You betcha, fella.”

He slid into her and she arched up, gasping as she locked her legs around him and brought her hands to his cheeks. “Oh, that’s perfect.”

Perfect.

Forcing himself to move slowly, to not rush it—no pounding—he moved inside her, stayed there for a long second and buried his face in her hair again.

She nibbled his earlobe, then kissed it while her hands started another tour of his back. “I love being with you like this.”

He moved again, rocking his hips—
slow, slow, slow
—taking his time, enjoying it. Not rushing to the finish line.

“Fallyn?”

“Yes?”

“You undo me and it’s the best goddamn thing ever.”

“Good. Because I have plans for you, mister.”

Legs still locked around him, she arched up, urging him on and he lifted his head, stared down at her, kept his gaze glued to her as they moved together and something in his brain whipped at him, but no…he wanted it to last. To take his time.

“I’ll fuck you blind next time,” he blurted.

What an idiot.

“Isn’t that what you’re doing now?”

“No. I usually like it…” he shook his head.

“Rough?”

He kissed her again. “Fast. I like it fast. Not this time. This time, it’s—”

“Perfect.”

She ran her hands through his hair, brought his head down, hit him with another of those agonizing soft kisses and his body tensed. Not yet. No.

Here it comes
. Too soon. Damn. He fought it, squeezed his eyes closed.
Not yet.

“It’s okay,” she whispered. “Let go. I’ve got you. I’ll always have you.”

He opened his eyes, looked down at Fallyn. So beautiful. Perfect and flawed. He wanted her. Her and the explosion that would blow his mind.

Not yet.

Damn. He didn’t know what he wanted.

He breathed in, rocked his hips and…pow. His mind and body exploded, a massive rush and he pumped his hips harder, praying the euphoria would last and last and last.

“Can’t wait.”

He threw his head back, pumped one last time, buried himself as deep as he could and let the release wash over him and settle.

“Tony?”

God, why was she talking right now? He opened his eyes, blinked and focused and—oh, yeah—she had that zoned out look and he grinned. He’d put that look on her face. “You’re close, aren’t you?” He kissed her. “You gonna come for me, Fallyn?”

He reached down, used his fingers to finish what the now resting little man couldn’t.

Rocking her hips hard, she whipped her head sideways. “Don’t stop. Please…”

She reared up, nearly whacked her head into his and grabbed his shoulders, digging her fingers in as she cried out and collapsed.

I did that.

He dipped his head again, ran kisses along her jawline. “You’re beautiful, Fallyn. And you’re mine.”

* * *

“Damn, woman,” Tony said, his big frame swinging in through the kitchen doorway. “That smells amazing.”

Fallyn smiled, scooping a smidgen of spaghetti sauce from the pot, blowing on it softly to cool it before she held out the spoon. “I found pasta and tomato sauce in the pantry. My father would shoot me for making sauce from a jar, but it’s the best I can do.”

Tony slid over to taste it. Eyes widening, he licked his lips. “Tastes as good as it smells. I bet your dad couldn’t tell the difference.”

Tony was close, looming over her, touching her back. She liked it.

Oh, who am I fooling? I love it.

His touch, his kisses—all of it. She wanted him to keep touching her, keep invading her personal space. The sex was amazing, the best she’d ever had. She could talk to Tony about anything and he totally got her.

Not many people did.

In the past twenty-four hours, her phone and Tony’s had been ringing nonstop—updates from Mitch and Caroline, the local police, Special Agent Pain-in-Her-Ass Bronco, Jordan, Carl, her dad, Dani and everyone back at Pasche & Associates—they all wanted to know what had happened with the accident. Still, she’d made time to touch Tony every time he touched her, to kiss him back. Any time she saw that self-incriminating doubt enter his eyes, even with Grey out of surgery and recovering, he still beat himself up. Maddening. The benefit was any time he grew quiet and moody, she’d brought him out of it with sex.