she had a place and a purpose. He could bring her pleasure but Kalina realized in this instant that she could bring him release as well. He craved her, hungered for her touch, for the next stroke of her lips along his flesh.
To test her theory she pulled back, let his length slip past her lips until only the tip whispered near her mouth. His grip on her head tightened and he moaned, “More,” before thrusting toward her lips again.
With a sly smile she peeked up at him. Her center pulsated as she caught his gaze. His eyes were bright and they were focused on her, emitting a sort of hazy spell that held her entranced. She opened her mouth, let him spear his erection inside as their gazes stayed connected. He fed her, she took him in, deeper, deeper until she thought she might choke. Rome pulled back at that moment, let her catch a breath, then sank deep inside her again. Her lips were wet, his length was soaked, her nipples ached. She wanted to be fucked. Right here, right this moment, by this man.
Grabbing the base of his arousal, Rome fed her his pre-pleasure release and watched with deep-seated desire as she licked every drop. Looking down at her gorgeous mouth wrapped around his length had pushed him so that his beast strained against him. There was a heat inside him waiting impatiently to burst free. But he couldn’t move fast. He held on to his restraint as he’d been so used to doing in the past. But the more she milked his dick, the more he wanted to let go and give her everything he had inside.
He didn’t know if she could take it, didn’t know if he’d survive it, but feared it was coming anyway. Grabbing her shoulders, he lifted her up off her feet until her lips met his in a deep arousing kiss.
“I want to see you,” he moaned against her lips. “I need to see you.”
And he did. The need had been so heavy inside him he could barely breathe. He wanted to see her body, see her desire for him, needed it like he needed air.
He sat her on the desk, pushing her skirt up over her hips, cursing softly as he spied the garters and nylons she’d worn beneath. A wisp of lace covered her juncture, but he ripped it away. “Fuck! I’m dying here, Kalina. You’re killing me,” he groaned, rubbing his hands over the delicate buckles and smooth silk.
As if she knew exactly what to do, exactly what he needed, Kalina slid back farther on the desk, pushing back papers, pen holders—whatever paraphernalia was in her way—until she could lean back. Lifting her legs, she let the heels of her pumps clap down on the slick surface of the desk and dropped her knees.
Like a blooming flower she opened to him, her pussy bare and glistening with desire. Rome’s mouth watered, his dick so hard his temples throbbed.
“Touch it for me,” he said in a scratchy voice. “Touch my pussy.”
She obliged, taking one hand and moving her slim fingers over the damp folds. Clear nails moved over the smooth flesh, stopping at the tightened bud, working it until her breathing was labored.
“Just like that,” he sighed, his hands going to his length, stroking as he watched her.
Rome loved this. He loved to watch her touching herself. Loved the look of her fingers in her sex, moving to bring pleasure. He could watch her forever, watch her body respond to her own ministrations and get off every fucking time.
“Two fingers,” he groaned. “Two fingers deep.”
Her head fell back as she thrust two fingers into her dripping center and worked them fiercely. Rome worked his length, thrusting as if he were right there inside her. He wasn’t going to last long, his restraint was dwindling, the beast within was taking charge, he knew that with a certainty when his incisors pricked his lower lip.
Reaching for her, he pulled her hand from her center, brought her fingers to his lips, and suckled, licking them completely free of her sweet nectar. She lifted her head, her lust-filled gaze finding his.
“Please,” she whispered. “Now.”
He gave her what she wanted. Pulling her until her bottom was just at the edge of the desk, Rome thrust his length deep inside her. She arched her back and opened her mouth to scream, but he bent forward, catching the sound with his lips.
Pounding into her Rome could think of only one thing—she was his. Every part of her belonged to him. He would never let her go. Never.
She wrapped her legs around him, locked her ankles, and met him thrust for thrust. Her nails scored his back through the thin cotton of his shirt. Pulling out then sinking back inside her was addictive—it was enticing and mind numbing. His breathing was ragged as he stroked her, loving the feeling of her walls constricting around him, her arms holding him close like she was afraid to let him go.
The scent came slowly; like a light breeze, a soft musky aroma filtered through the air. Inside his cat roared and Rome’s thrusts came faster. Kalina’s thighs began to shake around him and he held her tighter as her release took over.
He stroked deeper, his entire length buried firmly inside her. The scent filled his nostrils, and his muscles bunched. He wanted to cry out, to roar with the power that surged through him; instead he opened his mouth, sinking his teeth into her shoulder until the tang of blood touched his throat. With his tongue now thick with anticipation he licked over the spot, licked and licked until her taste was embedded in his senses.
At that precise moment heat laced through his spine, shooting to his tightened balls, his release filling her in fierce spurts.
She was like jelly in his arms, relying on him to keep her from falling over the desk. And Rome held her there, loved the feel of her in his grasp. He was still inside her, his sex refusing to leave the pleasurable abyss. Her legs had unwrapped from him to fall at his sides. As he pulled back to look at her Rome received one final jolt to his system.
Her eyes.
They weren’t the normal gold-flecked hazel they’d been when she’d walked in. They were all-gold with a tiny black dot in the center. They were cat’s eyes and they were staring right at him.
“Have dinner with me tonight?” Rome asked, his voice still husky from the moaning and groaning of their tryst.
Kalina was stepping out of the bathroom, where she’d splashed soap and water on all the vital places, and straightening her clothes. “We should talk,” she said. “I mean, really talk.” She couldn’t do this any longer. How did she investigate a man she thought she was dangerously close to falling in love with? How could she try to convict him when she knew he was innocent? She wouldn’t find Cortez’s name anywhere in Rome’s financial records. For one thing, he was too damn smart to ever implicate himself in such a juvenile manner. And for another, he wouldn’t do business with a cartel.
In the time she’d been looking over his records she’d seen that Rome was very generous in his contributions, selecting causes that she suspected meant something to him, the Every Child Needs Someone Foundation being one of the largest donations on behalf of the firm. She’d seen the receipts in the computerized ledgers and knew the foundation well because it was one she donated to regularly. While her donations in no way matched Rome’s, it didn’t matter to her; just the fact that he’d thought about those children endeared him to her.
But as they’d come together today, on his desk of all places, she’d realized that while she still didn’t understand this attraction between them and she had more questions than answers, the connection between them was stronger than anything she’d ever encountered in her life. A connection she wanted desperately to hold on to. He hadn’t left her this morning—that’s what he’d said. He’d gone down the hall in his larger-than-life house to a meeting. Who does that, and what kind of meeting was he going to at the crack of dawn? See, more questions.
However, before she could demand the truth from him, she had to come clean about her own part in this charade. She also had to find out the truth about her assignment. All this time there’d been something bothering her about the way the DEA had come for her, of all the other cops in the narcs division. There were certainly some who had more experience than she did, more years on the force, and wanted to get out just as badly as she did. But they’d chosen her. Handpicked her, as her lieutenant had said. And they’d kept Ferrell in the loop. Why? Ferrell was a detective and had some years on her in the unit, but he didn’t do fieldwork, hadn’t in years. Still, he was the front-liner from the MPD, and she’d only met the DEA rep once. That just didn’t seem right. She’d buried those facts in the glossy glow of being needed, wanted for something. But now she was seeing things clearer, as if this time with Rome had opened up some kind of locked door inside her. She felt invigorated and ready to unleash … what?
