Revelation: A Contemporary Erotic Romance (Iris Series) (52 page)

“That’s different, Em,” he growled through gritted teeth.  “I’m a
cop
, for fuck’s sake.  It’s my job to go in.  It’s not yours.”

She crossed her arms over her chest, missing his warmth.  “You know why you’re upset?  Because you don’t think that a woman can protect just as much as a man can.”

He pointed his finger at her.  “Don’t you dare.  That has nothing to do with it and you know it.  I’ve worked with tons of phenomenal female cops.  That has nothing to do with it,” he repeated, walking the length of the living room.

“Then what does it have to do with?”

“I told you to stay outside,” he mumbled, pushing his fingers through his hair again.

“Well, sometimes I’m not gonna do what you tell me to do, Mike.  Not when I think in that moment I need to do something different.”

“God, you make me crazy.”  He looked to the ceiling and put his hands on his hips.  “You could’ve been killed, Em.”

“And you could have too.  You didn’t have a vest on this time.”  She nearly lost it when she said those words.

He looked at her and paused.

“Did it ever occur to you that every day I’m gonna have to trust you to make the right decisions?  You’re a cop, Mike.  Who’s to say that I won’t getta another call down the line from Lacey saying that that vest of yours didn’t stop some bullet this time, huh?  That instead of asking what hospital you’re in like I did the last time, I have to ask where the morgue is instead!”  A sob escaped.  “You don’t think that terrifies me?  I know I scared you tonight, but you scared me too.  You walked right into that bedroom with no knowledge of anyone there to help you, no vest to stop a bullet.  Do you know what that did to me?  And I’m gonna have to work on this fear every day with you out there fighting crazy ass people all the time.” 

He looked at her, exhaustion and tension on his face.  He let go of a loud exhalation which resembled a groan then he walked back to the sofa, sat down and pulled her into his lap again.  Once he had her back in his arms, he spoke.

“I should’ve waited for backup.  Or I should’ve called Victor over.”

She held him tightly as he talked.

“But don’t ever fuckin’ do that again,” he croaked into her neck, his voice tortured.  His body was shaking and she gulped down the sobs that were now racking her body. 

“I can’t promise that,” she cried.  “Not if I think I can save you.”

“I’m supposed to save
you
,” he said beginning to kiss her face.  “I’m the man,” he said.  He sounded adorably disgruntled in the midst of the very serious moment.

“Yes, you are the man,” she said with a soft smile, touching his face.  “But I-am-woman, hear-me-roar.  I can bring home the bacon and fry it up in a pan.  You do a great job of saving me.  And I think I do a pretty good job of saving you, too.  So why don’t we both just save each other,” she said, kissing his face.

“You scared me shitless.”  He kissed her, then, “You were incredible when you charged in like that.  I was so angry, so scared and at the same time I knew that if anyone could back me up, it would be you.  God, Em.  You didn’t even have a gun.”  He shook his head in disbelief.  “I love you.  Please,” he begged but what he was begging for was still unclear.  He just continued to hug her and kiss her, holding her tight.

“It’s okay.  We’re okay.”  She continued kissing his face, his tears, stroking his cheek.

“We make a pretty good team, don’t we?”

“The best, Detective.  Hold me, Mike.  Touch me.  I just want to feel you right now.”

“Baby.  You scared me so fuckin’ much,” he breathed out while touching her face, her arms, her back.  “Please let’s not make this a regular occurrence.  Please,” he begged.

“Okay.  That I can promise,” she whispered.  “I wanna feel you.  I need to feel you.”

“Em,” he moaned into her mouth, their faces still wet from their tears as he kissed her face.

They clung to each other and began peeling off their clothes, their movements starting out slow and measured then becoming more aggressive as their desperation built.  By the time they were completely naked he’d carried her to his bed and lay down with her there.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t talk about it for a while,” Mike began.  Emily knew he was talking about the fact that they’d been quiet with one another after the incident.  “I needed time and I’m sorry if I was a jerk.”  He traced his right forefinger down the center of her body, from the little divot in the center of her collarbone down between her breasts to her belly button.  His finger ended by resting lightly over her mound where he stroked back and forth. 

“Your sister warned me,” she whispered, putting her fingers in his hair and gripping tufts of it.  Her body burned for him. 

“Yeah?” he said without looking at her.  He was mesmerized by his finger’s journey over her sex. “What’d she say?”

Emily couldn’t think.  She tingled all over and his finger only made her crazier.  “That you needed time to process what’d happened.  That I scared you.”

“You did,” he whispered then leaned his mouth down and softly kissed the side of her breast, sucking lightly on the skin.

“Please, Mike.  Just lay here for a sec and hold me, okay?” 

He did, holding her tight as they continued touching and kissing.  She didn’t know if she could take it slowly that night.  She needed him too much.  Her fingers gripped at his hair.

He kissed over to her nipple and plucked it with his lips.  “You make me feel like I’ve lost part of my mind,” he said sucking the nipple into his mouth.  He scraped it once with his teeth then let it go.  “And at the same time, like I’ve finally found myself.”

He moved himself so he was completely on top of her, nestled between her legs while she rubbed the soles of her feet over his thighs and ass.  Resting his elbows on either side of her body, he reached his hands over to push her breasts together and began playing with both of her nipples while licking at the center of the globes that were pressed next to each other.  He sucked gently as his fingers worked their magic and she began to squirm and whimper, pulling on his hair.

“Do you feel it too?  As crazy as I feel when I’m not with you?  I wanna make you lose your mind so you see what it feels like,” he taunted quietly, his voice still tortured.

His fingers applied more pressure to her nipples and she let out a moan, bucking her hips into his, seeking him to fill her.

He looked down at her, lust in his eyes coupled with the love she’d grown to see there.

“I love you.  I’m sorry, too,” she sobbed out.  “I’m sorry that I didn’t talk to you.  But I can’t wait for you tonight.  I need you.”  She pushed into him again, opening her legs even more.  “Come inside me, I’m waiting for you,” she begged.

“Ah, Em,” he groaned and within the next second, he pushed all the way in until he was seated deep inside.  They stayed like that until her body adjusted and he dropped his head to hers.  His fingers lightly twisted her nipples and her insides lit up.

“Move,” she demanded.  “You feel so good, Mike.”  She pulled his face down to hers and kissed him, licking into his mouth and pulling his lower lip into hers to suck on it.

He groaned and pulled out only to slam back into her.  He continued his finger movements on her nipples which only made her more frenzied.  She pushed up into him trying to speed up his rhythm but he took control easily, holding her down with his hands on her breasts.

“Are you going crazy yet, Counselor?”  He placed his lips on her neck and whispered into her ear.  “Do you feel one iota of what I feel every day that I’m with you?” 

His hips began moving hard and steady. 

“Like you’re not fully alive until we’re connected this way?  With me so fuckin’ deep inside you, your muscles pulling me in more and more?  Your nipples screaming for me to touch them?” he said through clenched teeth. 

They moved together, touching and loving, breaking down the wall that had been erected, desperately finding their way back to each other.

Sounds of sex filled the room, her breathing getting heavier and more erratic, her whimpers becoming louder, the slapping of their bodies creating a music all its own.  “Do you feel it?” he groaned.  “Your fingers in my hair pulling at me, telling me how much you love it when I do this to you.  Making you scream and break apart.  Coming inside you and watching you shatter as your muscles come around me.” 

The bed shook with his thrusts, his hands still at her breasts, her yells becoming louder and louder.  “Is that what you feel?  Tell me that you feel it too, Em.  Tell me.”

“I do.  I do, Mike,” she gasped.  “Ahhh – Goooodddd.”  She began coming, feeling that ever glorious combination of pain and pleasure, that exquisite high that solidified their love every time.

“I do too, Em,” he yelled.  “I do too.”  He thrust three more times and stiffened with a yell, grinding so hard into her she didn’t think she’d ever make it off the mattress. 

This was what she needed.  This claiming.  This reconnection.  This love.  This reminder that he belonged to her and she belonged to him.  That in the midst of their sacrifices for each other, their arguments, their philosophical differences, they’d make it.  They’d always come back to this perfect union of body, heart and soul.

He collapsed onto her, their legs entwined, their lungs both searching for more air.  He weighed a ton, so she hooked her leg around his and pushed him so she could be on top, where she draped herself over his body.  He grunted in approval and reached for the tangled covers so they could burrow under them to get more comfortable.

His hand stroked up and down her back, their bodies still connected at their most intimate points of contact.  She snuggled closer.

“I wanna stay right here,” she murmured into his chest.

“You’re not going anywhere,” he confirmed.  “Neither of us is moving again until morning.”

“What if I have to go to the bathroom?” she mumbled on a yawn.

“You’ll have to hold it,” he joked.  “I’m not letting you out of my sight for a second.  You do dangerous things when I turn my back and don’t have my eyes on you, apparently.”

“I used to make my parents crazy.”  She let her fingers coast over his muscles up his chest.

“That doesn’t surprise me.  Gimme examples.”

“Speeding tickets, skydiving, bungee jumping.”

He lifted her face to look at him.  “You’ve skydived?”

“Yeah,” she smiled.

“Me too.”  He smiled back touching her face.  “So I guess this is what I have to look forward to, huh?  Worrying about your next daredevil stunt?” he asked dryly.

“No more than I’ll have to worry about you,” she pointed out.  “And you can
always come with me on my next daredevil stunt.”

“Hmm.  What’s the next one on your bucket list?”

“It’s pretty ho-hum actually.”

“What is it?”

She looked up at him.  “I’ve always wanted to learn how to pick a lock.”

“That’s it?”

She shrugged.  “I told you it was ho-hum.  No danger seeking in that one.  Unless of course, someone’s waiting around the corner for you or something and you’re life depends on getting inside the door,” she chuckled.

“I can teach you how to pick locks.  Consider it done.”  He smiled then sighed, reaching his hand into her hair and massaging her scalp.  “I guess what’s good for the goose is good for the gander.  Does this mean I need to keep my mouth shut when you’re about to do something that terrifies me?”

“I hope not.  I don’t like it when your mouth is shut.  I like the things you do much more when your mouth is open,” she said into his chest hair, turning her face to kiss his nipple.

“Shit,” he whispered, his cock twitched which was still inside of her.  He pulled out of her and she smiled against him.

“You agree?”  She pushed him down and sprawled on top of him then rested her chin on his chest while they talked.

“I love it when you talk dirty.  When you say things like that I can’t help but wanna fuck you again.”  His hands found the cheeks of her ass and squeezed them.

“Umm,” she pretended to think then shrugged like ‘whatever’, “okay.”

“Okay?  That’s it?”  He chuckled and continued with his questions.  “Why don’t you tell me the kinds of things you like me to do with my mouth open?”  He licked his lips holding her face while looking into her eyes.

“I like it when you suck and nibble.”

“Where?”

She smiled.  “A lot of places.”

“Like?”  He continued looking at her, his eyes glittering. 

Given their positions, they were plastered chest to chest.  She rubbed her nose into his and whispered, “My mouth.”

He took her mouth into his, paying special attention to playfully nibble the corners then lightly sucking the bottom lip.

“Where else?” he murmured against her.

“Right below my ear.”  Her eyelids felt heavy and she reached her hands back to rest them on the tops of his thighs.

“Mmm.  I love that spot.  When I’m inside you, I can always feel you cream around me when I get that spot between my teeth.”  He found it on her neck and suckled her there.  “Where else, Em?”