His other hand fumbled briefly at my jeans before slipping them down to my thighs. I felt helpless, blinded by the dark, pinned to the wall by his body and my clothing. Even my hearing was altered, flooded by my harsh breaths and his. Any number of men had held full control over my body before now, but this was Luke, and how quickly he had done it, how easily he had rendered me willing and my consent irrelevant. I moaned my approval.
“You’re doing it again,” he muttered.
“Doing what?”
“What you think I want.”
“How do you know it’s not what I want too?”
He paused. “Is it?”
I didn’t know. A soft, almost inaudible sob escaped. How sad was that? Sex was my profession, but I didn’t understand my own desires.
“Shit,” he said.
He pulled away, and I was sure it was over. Just like in his apartment, he didn’t want me anymore. But in seconds he returned, fierce, pulling at my clothes, tugging them down and away.
“Tell me to stop.” Harsh. Guttural.
“No, no.” Against the wall, I spread my arms like some sort of sacrifice, letting his hands and his curses crash over me. “Don’t stop.”
His hands parted my thighs. “You’re going to come for me, unless you stop me.”
I’ll make him want me. Both of us so determined. He would fuck me, and I would come, and then where would we be? Right here. No future, just sex. Broad fingers opened me for his tongue, pumped inside. I pushed back, halfway there.
I discovered that he swore during sex. I clenched every time, and God help me, he noticed, using it to bring me closer. “So fucking wet,” he muttered. “This can’t be fake. You didn’t lube yourself up before coming to see me, did you?”
That gave me pause, but then his finger reached a spot inside me, and I cried out.
“Shh.” He stood up, though his fingers stayed inside me, pressing right there, pushing and pulsing and oh Jesus, right there. His hand covered my mouth, muffling my cries and catching a pool of tears on my cheeks.
“Let go, let go,” he muttered against my ear, and I didn’t understand. I had come. What more did he want? He explained with his hands, massaging my clit through the aftershocks until suddenly lights burst behind my eyes, and I came again weakly against his palm.
It wasn’t the first time a man had made me come. Some clients knew their way around a woman’s body, demanding a real orgasm.
Limp, I waited for him to push me to my knees, to bend me over the table in the corner, anything. He didn’t move except for the bellow of his chest, in-out, in-out, and the occasional twitch of his cock at my hip.
“How do you want me?” I asked, my voice husky.
“I don’t.”
“Nice words.” I slid against his hard length. “But your body calls you a liar.”
“I want you to come with me.”
“What, you think I can’t come from anal?” I taunted. “Want me to put on a teddy bear costume? I assure you, if it turns you on, I can do it. If you can think of it, I’ve probably already done it. Or is that what bothers you? Do you want someone pure, a little innocent for the pristine cop?”
“Jesus. For a girl who’s seen everything, you can be really blind sometimes.”
“So let me see.” I found the thick bulge in the dark. One stroke, and he sucked in a breath. Two, and he jerked against me, his body hot, burning. I had him to hold, to touch, to finally see what it would be like, if he could be different from a hundred other men. Already I felt more than flesh, heard more than low animal sounds from him. Already I wanted this, and that made it new.
A knock came at the door; then Chase hissed, “Time’s up.”
Luke froze, his body taut with arousal and indecision.
“Let me finish you,” I whispered.
He pulled my hand away, groaning. “We can’t. You can’t be caught. I couldn’t protect you here.”
I let my head fall back against the wall, clearing my head, finding my footing. “No? Well, we can make our last stand here. The star-crossed lovers have to die together, you know. That’s how the story goes.”
“Is that what we are?” he murmured.
“The hooker and the cop,” I said. “We’re from opposing families. Fated to tragedy.”
His green eyes flashed in the dark, like a cat. “We’ll call that plan B.”
“Then what’s plan A?”
“Let me take you somewhere safe.”
At his very first words, let me, my body tautened, leaned forward as if to follow him. Yes, anything, take me. Like the Pied Piper, he could lead me into the sea. Already I was enthralled, tethered to him by an invisible string of yearning. I waded through the shark-infested waters of headquarters, going deeper and deeper just to hear his voice.