"A poor excuse. Haley and Alexis are too busy arguing about what to do right now.
Even if they weren't, they wouldn't find us. They probably think we left the club already to go somewhere and wait for their call. Until then, we've got nothing but time."
I leaned up and put my mouth beside his ear. Caine's shoulders jerked underneath my hands. He was on the edge.
"If you're worried about protection, well, I take my little white pills, so there won't be any unwanted consequences. And I assume you have a condom or two in your wallet like most men." I drew in a deep breath. "As for the issues between us, I don't care that we'll be on opposite sides again tomorrow. After everything that's happened, I want what I can have today. I want you, detective. Right here, right now." I pressed my lips to his.
It was like I'd shocked him with a live wire. He just-exploded. Donovan Caine let out a growl and yanked me to him. He turned me around and backed me against the wall, his hands bunching up the soft fabric of my dress. The detective crushed his lips against mine. This time, I didn't have to tease his mouth open. His tongue was already thrusting against mine. I welcomed the sensation.
His smell-that intoxicating, sharp scent of soap-filled my nose. Shredding my own control. My hands were everywhere. His face, neck, chest. Kneading, clutching, wanting more. Wanting to feel every inch of him at once. Trying to hang on to something that would be gone the second we left this room.
Once he had my dress out of the way, Donovan Caine reached for my panties. He ripped them off in one motion and plunged two fingers inside me. I moaned, already wet and aching for him. I hooked one leg around his waist, giving him better access.
Caine pumped his fingers inside me in a quick, steady rhythm, going deeper every time. He groaned with me.
"I've wanted to do that since the first moment I saw you on that balcony," he whispered against my lips. "Wanted to feel you."
"Then don't stop." My voice was husky with desire. "Don't stop."
Our mouths and tongues came together again, even as Donovan stroked me.
There was too much tension, too much feeling, too much need, between us to wait any longer. Donovan's free hand fumbled with his pants, getting his wallet out of them before the fabric whispered to the floor. I tried to push down his boxers, but the black silk snagged on his jutting erection. Frustrated, I ripped open the flap, freeing him, while he tore open the foil packet with his teeth and covered himself with the condom.
"Now," I rasped. "Now."
Caine picked me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He pushed me back against the wall and slammed his c**k into me, thrusting into me as hard and fast as he could. In a frenzy now. We both were.
I moaned again at the slick feel of him moving deeper and deeper inside me. My nails dug into his shoulders.
Every time, he thrust in, I clenched myself around him, tighter every time, getting closer to the orgasm I so desperately craved. To that sweet release. Caine buried his head against my neck. The metal rack next to us shook and rattled with our movements.
It all felt so damn good it hurt.
But it was over too quick. Less then a minute later, Caine jerked a final time and shuddered against me, finding his release. I felt him deflate and slip out. So much for stamina. I'd pushed him too hard, too fast. He was done, but I still ached with hot, throbbing need. And it wasn't going to go unfulfilled.
"I'm-I'm sorry." Caine lowered me to the floor and stepped back. "That was too rough." "It wasn't too rough," I said. "But we're not finished yet." I put my hands on Caine's shoulders and maneuvered him over to the love seat. His knees hit the back of it, and he plopped down on the spring-filled cushions. I straddled him, getting rid of the used condom and then taking his thick length in my hands. His breath quickened against my neck.
"Come on, detective. Rise back to the occasion." I teased his wet tip with the sharp point of my fingernail.
"Is that a challenge?" His voice was thick and husky with sex. His hands moved to my waist, drawing me closer. I got up on my knees and rubbed his c**k against my core.
"More like an incentive."
It didn't take long for the detective to spring back to life and produce another condom from his wallet. This time, it was my turn to be on top. I set the pace, riding him long and slow, going up, then grinding down on him, a little deeper, a little quicker every time until he was muttering my name over and over. Gin, Gin, Gin.
Like it was some sort of prayer-or a curse. Sexiest damn thing I'd ever heard.
Caine groaned. His hands went to my br**sts, massaging them through the fabric of my dress and bra, making me ache that much more. His lips were against my neck, and he teased me with quick nips of his teeth. I braced my hands on his shoulders, urging him on. The lean, ropy muscles there bunched and coiled just like he did inside me. My own muscles clenched and quickened in response. The pressure inside me built and built.
I threw back my head and let the orgasm rip me away from myself.
* * *
After we finished, we sat there on the love seat. Shoulders touching, one of my bare legs just on top of his. Not entwined exactly, but not distant from each other either. I would have liked to put my head on his shoulder, close my eyes, and relax. Let myself fully enjoy this brief moment of peaceful pleasure. But I couldn't do that. The sex had been personal enough already. We hadn't made love, but we hadn't just f**ked either.
The beginning of a warm softness for the detective had blossomed in my chest. But I didn't want to think too much about that right now.
I'd been right about one thing, though. Donovan Caine was an excellent lover. I felt more sated than I had in a long time. There was something to be said about the experience of an older man, rather than the college boys I usually slept with. The young ones were just grateful they were getting laid-they weren't too interested in doing anything to scare me off. Like f**king me hard and fast the way Donovan had.
Or letting me do the same to them.
The detective started laughing. Sharp chortles of laughter tumbled from his lips until the force of it bent him over double, his chest touching his knees.
"What's so funny?" I asked. "This. Us. You. Me. Together."
I arched an eyebrow. "I didn't think it was so much funny as satisfying. Was I wrong?" Caine wiped tears of hysterical mirth from his flushed face. "Oh, no. It was definitely satisfying. But you're an assassin, you kill people, you killed my partner. I'm a detective, a cop, supposedly one of the good guys, and I just f**ked you. Twice."