Chapter Five #3
She pushed off the counter and walked toward him, stopping just inches from him. He could smell her light perfume, and he wanted to bury his face against her neck. He stared into her eyes.
“Kiss me,” she whispered.
“No.”
“Come on. You have before.”
“And I shouldn’t have. ”
“But you did, so do it again.”
Case took a deep breath, blew it out, then leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. She immediately put her arms around his neck and pressed her body against his. He put his hands on her hips, intending to push her away, but he wrapped them around her waist and pulled her tighter to him.
When she moaned, it shot right to his dick, and he knew she had to feel it against her. He slowly raised his lips.
“Sydney—”
She cut him off by pressing her lips to his again, then moved them across his cheek to his ear.
“Caysen, I want you so much,” she whispered and he shuddered. She looked up at him. She slid her hands up under his T-shirt, then lifted the shirt over his head and let it drop to the floor. He inhaled sharply when she raked her fingernails down his chest.
“The hell with it,” he muttered as he picked her up. “Bedroom?”
“Down the hall, last door on the right,” she said as she put her head on his shoulder.
He entered the room and set her on her feet, then he slowly removed her clothes.
Each layer revealing more of her. Her bra barely contained her breasts.
He reached for the front clasp, unhooked it, and slid the straps down her arms until it fell to the floor, then he kneeled, unsnapped her jeans, lowered the zipper, and pushed them down.
She placed her hands on his shoulders and stepped out of them.
“God, you are beautiful,” he whispered as he pressed kisses to her soft belly. Her fingers fisted in his hair. He slowly removed her lace panties and after she stepped out of them, he tossed them across the room.
He wrapped his hands around her ass and pulled her close as he moved his tongue through her slit, making her groan.
He kept at it until she cried out as she came.
Case stood, and stared at her, his mind racing with lust as he took in her naked body.
She was breathtaking. His cock twitched and throbbed against his jeans, straining to be freed.
He pressed his lips to hers, his tongue traced the shape of her lips, teasing and prodding until she groaned softly, arching her back to give him better access.
Case’s hand wandered up her thigh, slowly making its way toward her slit.
He rubbed his finger against her clitoris, eliciting gasps and moans from her.
He straightened again, toed off his boots and shucked his jeans quickly, revealing a rock-hard erection that begged for release.
After removing his wallet, he took out a condom and rolled it on.
Case lifted her, putting her against the wall.
Sydney reached out, taking his cock into her hand and guiding it toward her.
With one swift thrust, he was inside her, filling her completely.
They both moaned at the intensity of the feeling; the connection was electric.
He began to move forcefully yet tenderly within her.
As she curled her legs around his hips, drawing him impossibly closer, Case growled low in his throat.
He ground his teeth to keep from coming too soon.
He took her harder, each movement against the tight heat that enveloped him.
When Sydney squeezed her thighs against his sides, he moaned and with a single powerful drive he slammed into her, her breath catching in a startled gasp.
“Did I hurt you?” he asked, voice rough with desire.
“No. No,” she whispered, her fingers digging into his back. “Please.”
He answered by taking her harder, faster, the slick friction of their bodies moving together like a pulse.
He could feel her nails making soft crescendos across his back, and he felt her walls clench, her cry of his name drawing a deep, involuntary moan from his chest. He pounded into her with growing urgency until a warm, shuddering rush seized him, and he groaned deep in his throat and gave in, burying his face in the hollow of her neck as he came hard.
His arms trembled around her, holding on as he fought to steady his racing heart.
After a long moment, he lifted his head and stared into her eyes, then lightly kissed her lips.
He let her legs down, stepped back, then picked her up and placed her on the bed and lay down beside her.
He could feel the rise and fall of her breath against his chest, the faint sheen of sweat on her skin, her pulse hammering like a wild drum.
They lay together in the aftermath, two bodies slick with satisfaction.
Eventually, he peeled himself away and slipped his legs over the edge of the bed and reached for his jeans and boxer briefs, then he ducked into the bathroom, tore off the condom, and tossed it into the trash.
As he washed his hands, he stared at his reflection in the mirror, the faint gleam of guilt in his eyes.
“You dumbass,” he muttered, the words lost in the hush of the room.
After pulling on his jeans, he stepped back into the bedroom and perched on the edge of the mattress. Sydney shifted beside him and curled her arms around his waist, resting her chin on his shoulder, her breath warm against his skin.
“You’re mad, aren’t you?”
“Not at you,” he said, exhaling slowly. “At myself. ”
“Why?”
“Because that shouldn’t have happened.”
“But it did. Caysen, there’s no reason to regret it. It was amazing.”
He tilted his head, offering her a wry half-smile over his shoulder. “It was. And that’s your fault.”
“Why’s that?”
“Why did you have to make it so good?” he teased, a smirk softening his tone.
Sydney laughed. “So you’d come back.”
Case chuckled, shaking his head. “I see. Look, Sydney, I don’t regret a thing, but we can’t—” He paused, dragging a hand through his hair. “I’m still working your case.”
“So? You can’t handle a case and me?” she challenged, playful.
He laughed again. “I’d love to do both, but I need to focus on finding your horse. Once this happened, I’ll be lucky to think of anything else.” He reached for his socks and boots, sliding them on.
“Can’t you stay? It’s Friday,” she asked.
“No. I have to get back home. I’ve got two dogs expecting me.”
“I love dogs. What kind?”
“Australian Cattle dogs, one blue, one red. Both have blue eyes. Great dogs, but I can’t let them think I’m abandoning them.”
“What about when you’re out of town?” she asked, curious.
“I take them to my dad’s place,” he said as he stood. He searched the room for his shirt. “Where’s my shirt?” he muttered.
“In the kitchen,” she said, laughter in her voice.
“Yeah, right.” He paused in the doorway and looked back, running a hand over his stubbled jaw. “ Sydney, I don’t regret it, but we can’t do this again. I have to finish the case. You want your horse back, right?”
“Of course.”
“Then let me find it without distraction.” He forced a smile.
“I can walk you out.”
“No. Please, just stay there or I’ll never leave.”
“Keep me in the loop.” She sighed and sat back against the rumpled sheets.
“I’ll talk to you soon.” He stepped out, into the soft glow of the hallway, then into the kitchen where he pulled his T-shirt over his head. He pulled his hat and coat on, cast one last glance toward the bedroom door, and slipped into the cold night air, closing the door quietly behind him.