They both knew full well who was giving him trouble about the case but neither wanted to bring up that subject. Riley sure as hell didn’t. This was the closest she’d ever let him get. He was finally getting inside her head; he wasn’t going to jeopardize that. “Harrington has done everything he can to mess with our investigation. He calls me daily to demand a progress report on that damn cat of his.”
“Cat?” Her cheeks turned pink. She took a step back, breaking their contact.
He slowly dropped his hand. He knew she was more aware than anyone what had happened to that bronzed sculpture but he got the feeling that wasn’t why she was embarrassed. “Did Harrington say something about the investigation?”
Her agitation returned. “Maybe.”
Riley could feel his impatience growing. “What did he say?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“It matters to me.”
Her foot began to tap an abstract pattern in the snow. “He said… Oh, don’t make me repeat it.”
Like hell. He planted himself in front of her, totally messing up her design. “We’re not going anywhere until you do.”
“Damn it, Riley,” she said miserably. Clearing her throat, she stared somewhere over his shoulder. “He thinks you’re looking for my pussy harder than you’re looking for his.”
The sound of the word “pussy” on her lips nearly knocked Riley over. He stared at her helplessly and felt his cock jerk. “The guy’s an idiot but he might be onto something there,” he said hoarsely.
The cold, winter air snapped. Talia shifted her weight, obviously not immune to the sudden tension that filled the alleyway. “Could he cause trouble for you?”
It wasn’t the response he expected and he looked at her in confusion. She sounded like she was actually concerned. For him.
It didn’t help his aroused condition one bit.
“Like I give a rat’s ass. Bring him on.”
She stared at him in amazement.
He sighed. “Baby, in case you haven’t noticed, I’m a tough son-of-a-bitch. He can’t touch me. And you’ve got to realize you’re not ten years old anymore. For all his puffed-up ego, Harrington can’t hurt you or degrade you if you don’t let him. You’ve got to break free of this hold he has over you.”
The most indescribable look crossed her face. “I have. That’s what just happened back at his office.”
Riley felt a tingle at the back of his neck. The truth. Finally. “Good,” he said softly. “It sounds like it was past time you set him straight.”
She stared at him for so long, the tingle became pinpricks. He watched her just as intently. He wished to God he knew what she was thinking. Thoughts were whirring inside her head; he could see the gears turning.
Her puzzled gaze dropped to his mouth. “He’s jealous of you,” she whispered.
Riley’s mind went blank. Harrington was what?
She blinked and seemed to snap out of it. Unusually flustered, she turned away. “I should get back inside to help Sadie.”
He latched onto her arm. The tingle had worked its way into his chest. “Wait a minute. You can’t say something like that and just walk away.”
“Sadie likes you, you know,” she babbled, not even listening to him. “She thinks you’re a nice guy and that I should—”
“Talia.” He grabbed her by the lapels and pulled her so close their noses nearly brushed. “Why should Harrington be jealous?”
The look in her eyes was hot and frantic.
A soft sound erupted from her throat. Before he could figure out what the hell was happening, she leaned into him and pressed her mouth against his.
The contact shocked him senseless.
Her lips felt cool but the kiss she planted on him was red-hot. It didn’t take long for him to catch up. His grip on her tightened reflexively and, with a growl, he slanted his mouth across hers.
God, she was sweet.
Changing angles, he sent his tongue deep. She murmured softly and her arms came up around his neck. Even with the layers of winter clothing between them, her curves fit against him perfectly. Riley let out a grunt of pure pleasure. He slid one hand up to cup the back of her head and sent the other down to her ass. He pulled her tight against him as his hips ground against her. After an unsatisfying night, his cock was more than ready for some action.
An unsatisfying night.
Godammit!
He jerked his head back. Breathing hard, he peeled her off of him. So help him… “What is this? Another trick like you pulled at the theater?”
Her eyes were glazed with passion and her lips were swollen. She was caught up in the moment and it took a while for understanding to dawn. When it did, her face tightened in embarrassment. She remembered the auction—and she remembered missing most of it with her hand stuck in his fly. She pushed at his shoulders, suddenly wanting to get away from him.
He jerked her back. “Enough with the games.”
The look on her face was far from mischievous. She looked like she might cry.
He went still.
She wasn’t playing a game.
His cock hardened to the point of steel. She’d kissed him because she’d wanted to kiss him.
He crowded her right up against her car.
“Look at me,” he demanded. “The truth, Talia. Did you like the feel of my cock in your hand last night?”
Her face flamed but she didn’t say no.
He leaned closer, letting her take his weight. “Did you like it when I strip searched you after the Jones robbery?”
She closed her eyes but he could feel her body softening. It only made his all the more rigid.
“Did you like it when I pushed my fingers into your pussy?”
“Stop it.”
“And up your ass?”
A whimper left her throat.
He wasn’t about to ease up. “Did you strip for me last night?” he growled.
Her eyelids fluttered open in surprise. For a full minute, she stood frozen in his arms. When she finally spoke, her voice was hardly louder than a whisper. “Why are you doing this? I thought you were convinced I was the New Covington Cat Burglar.”
“You are the New Covington Cat Burglar.”
“But…but you’re assigned to the case.”
“Right now, I’m past the point of caring.”
She bit her lower lip and Riley felt his fingertip hold on his control slip. “I want the truth. Are you just jerking me around or do you want me?”
She almost lied. He could tell. Her lips pressed together and her gaze skittered away. Determinedly, he ground his cock against the vee at the top of her legs. She let out a soft moan and sagged against him. “I want you,” she whispered.
Three little words and his fate was sealed.
He kissed her then almost savagely. Their lips clung and his tongue plunged deep. Her taste made him groan.
Forget the job. Forget everyone else. This was all that mattered.
Rolling with her in his arms, he turned so he was the one settled back against the car and she was draped over him. She wasn’t fighting him anymore. Her tongue rasped against his and she snuggled to get closer.
He was more than happy to help. Wedging his hands between their bodies, he started working on her coat. The minute it took to open it was too long. He thrust his hands inside. He had to touch her.
Her sweater was impossibly soft but he wanted skin. Hot, smooth, tender skin. He tugged up the material and laid his hand flat across her stomach.
She inhaled sharply.
He rubbed her in slow circles as he ate at her lips. She trembled against him and her hands threaded through his hair. She acted like a woman who needed to be held. A woman who needed long, slow lovemaking.
He didn’t know if he could manage the slow part…
“Riley,” she moaned. She wiggled closer and ran her hands across his thighs.
He nearly bucked her off. Damn, but he was ready to detonate.
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p; He jammed his fingers under the waistband of her skirt. The fit was tight. His other hand tore at the zipper at her back and he managed to work it down halfway. She gasped and caught at the material before it fell to the snow at her feet.
He’d gotten what he’d wanted, though. Room to work. He slid his palm down her quivering belly and found cotton. Plain old cotton.
God, now! She’d made him wait too long. He needed to get inside her now.
He tore his mouth from hers and looked over her shoulder toward the back door to Coolectibles. The thought of Sadie inside stopped him. He’d never get her up to her apartment. He’d take her right on the goddamn staircase.
And with the way she was shaking under his touch, he didn’t think she’d mind.
She caught his forearm and her fingernails dug into his skin. “Don’t stop,” she said raggedly. “Make love to me, Riley. Please. Show me there’s still good left in this world.”
“Shit,” he cursed.
Where? The car? He hadn’t done that since high school and he’d prefer more room. He looked around a little frantically before his gaze settled on the Coolectibles company van. “There,” he said.
He backed her quickly toward the vehicle. “The keys,” he said. “Find the keys.”
Her hands shook as she tried to keep her skirt on and dig into her purse at the same time. He knew he didn’t help matters as he kissed his way down to her neck but he couldn’t help himself. At last, he heard the jingle of heaven.
He swiped the keys out of her shaking hands but his weren’t much better. Finally, he managed to jab the key into the keyhole. He opened the back of the van but swore when he saw the pile of things Sadie had stored inside. No doubt supplies from the auction. Still, there was a little room right up against the door. He lifted Talia inside and sat her on her butt. “It’ll work. Get on all fours.”
The look she gave him was part shock, part excitement and part offense. “I will not!”
Classy dame. She’d never screwed in a love mobile before.
Well, she was about to be initiated.
“The hell you won’t.” Spreading her legs, he scrunched up her skirt and ground his erection directly against her mound. “If I don’t get inside you soon, I’m going to jack off right inside my pants. Do you understand?”
Her head dropped back and her legs wrapped around his waist.
That meant “yes” to him.
Urgency pressed at Riley hard. Hands shaking, he pushed her coat off her shoulders. His gaze went straight to her stiff nipples. They were so hard, her bra couldn’t hide them. He could see the firm peaks through the soft sweater she wore. He wrestled the coat all the way off her and threw it into the van, uncaring where it landed. “Doggy style,” he grunted as he unwound her legs from his waist and turned her onto her knees.
He was already reaching for his zipper as he climbed in behind her. With one hand he slammed the door behind them. It made for a tight fit but he didn’t care. He was looking for a tight fit.
He had himself out of his jeans before she even had her loose skirt worked up to her waist. With an impatient hand he pressed her forward so she was on all fours in front of him. The sight alone almost set him off.
“Christ,” he groaned.
The panties he’d found were built into her nylons. It was a turn-on knowing that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. The cold air in the van quickly heated. Reaching out, he traced a run down the back of her thigh. “You’ve got a snag,” he said quietly.
She shuddered violently at his soft touch and her hands slipped against the metal floor. “Riley,” she begged. “Please.”
So she didn’t want it nice and polite. Neither did he.
He grabbed the waistband of her nylons and yanked them down and out of his way. Her white cheeks popped into view.
“Damn.”
She had a great ass but it would have to wait until later. It was her pussy he wanted. He pulled the nylons down just far enough to where it was naked. Naked and vulnerable.
Hunger tore through him when he found her pink and swollen. Hell, he’d hardly touched her and she was already primed? What would she be like if he made an effort? The devil made him decide to see. She cried out when he stroked her. He did it again, purposefully spreading her lips and flicking her clit until she was shuddering in front of him.
The sight made his blood thunder. She was so responsive. Bending down over her, he pressed his lips against her ear.
“Did you know that I could see your blonde curls in the lamplight last night?” He threaded his fingers through the springy hair and gave a soft tug. He felt her pussy spasm and she nearly sobbed with need.
“Are you ready for me?” he said with a quick lick to her earlobe.
“Yes!”
There was no time for foreplay. Moisture was already dripping from the tip of his cock and she was running like a river.
He sat upright and hooked an arm under her waist.
“No more teasing, Talia. This time we’re going all the way.” He lined himself up with her opening. In one motion, he pulled her back toward him and thrust. “All…the…way.”
Her back arched. “Aye! Oh… Oh, God!”
“Take it,” he growled.
She was like a fist around him. Her nylons kept her from spreading her legs and it made his entry difficult. Her kneecaps pressed tight against the outside of his as he kneeled behind her. The result was the tightest, hottest fit he’d ever experienced. He penetrated hard and kept pushing until he was balls deep.
Her cry resonated in the close quarters and splotches of color flashed behind his closed eyelids. She wanted this; he could feel her pulsing around him. Uncontrolled, he began pumping into her.
“It’s too much,” she gasped.
“Relax. You can take it, baby.” He slowed down, but guided her hips with the iron band he kept around her waist. Soon, she found the rhythm. “There you go,” he crooned.
She let out a moan of pleasure.
He knew how she felt.
He slid his free hand over her bunched-up skirt and under her sweater. Her skin was like silk. He caressed her spine as she rocked back and forth. He didn’t have to help her anymore. The sound of their harsh breaths filled the van and fogged the windows.
Need was consuming Riley. Reaching around her, he loosened the front clasp of her bra. It fell open and he wrapped both arms around her. Her swaying breast filled his hand and her nipple jabbed at his palm.
Short cries left her throat with each thrust he gave and soon the entire van was rocking with them. The suspension system creaked and a box slid forward, nearly falling on them.
“Ri…ley…” Talia panted. Her arms gave out and she dropped down onto her elbows.
The position, head down and ass up, sent him off. He rammed into her, spreading her tight pussy with his thick cock. He wanted to dominate her, make her his. If he could get her to submit to him, they had a chance.
He pounded into her like a madman and watched as her hands raked along the floor. She was helpless to his onslaught but she was a willing recipient. She took everything he had to give and pleasure permeated the chilled air. It didn’t take long. The pinnacle came quickly and violently. She let out an eager cry and her pussy clamped down hard.
“Fuck!” Riley growled as he threw his head back.
The tendons in his neck stretched taut as the orgasm rocked him. His cock finally spurted its wad. Holding her tightly, he jerked two more times before collapsing forward onto her. Their ragged breaths blended and echoed off the walls of the van.
“Oh, my God,” Talia said weakly. She sagged against the cold metal floor like a limp rag. Riley’s weight pushed down on her heavily and she felt pinned. It didn’t matter. She couldn’t have moved if she’d wanted to. She was absolutely stunned. She couldn’t believe what they’d just done. They’d gone at each other like two animals in heat.
She pushed aside something beside her head and realized it was one of the ribbo
ns that had been used to decorate the theater. For heaven’s sake, they’d just rutted in the back of her company van.
“Holy shit,” Riley said, somewhere close to her ear.
He pulled her with him as he sat back on his haunches. She gasped as she felt his cock shift inside her. Even halfway limp, he felt huge inside her.
He muttered under his breath when he saw how her thighs had turned white where the nylons pulled. Still holding her about the waist, he reached down and rolled the constricting material down to her knees. The tenderness in his touch made her uneasy.
“Better?” he asked.
“Yes, thank you,” she said inanely.
“No, thank you,” he teased. “That was fucking amazing.”
It was. She’d had good sex before, but nothing close to this. She’d never had such an earth-shattering orgasm. There were scratch marks from her fingernails on the floor of her van and she was sure her knees would be black and blue for weeks. Her pleasure had been absolutely mindless.
And incredibly stupid. She’d just screwed the man whose job it was to arrest her!
Her exhilaration cooled. What had she been thinking? How could she have made herself so vulnerable to him? She might as well have surrendered. “We shouldn’t have done that,” she said shakily.
“We’re still doing it,” he said as he nipped her ear. He swiveled his hips and embedded himself even more firmly inside her. “Or hadn’t you noticed?”
Astride him as she was, it was impossible not to. He was hardening again already and she bit her lip to keep from moaning. Dangerous or not, she still wanted him, too.
His wandering hands found their way under her sweater. He spread his fingers wide to explore her. She shifted in unconscious enjoyment and the move was almost like a tiny little thrust onto his stiffening cock. He let out a grunt when he felt it, too.
The sound ricocheted inside her head. No. She couldn’t let it happen again. If she did, she’d be a goner.
The muscles in her thighs tensed and she almost leveraged herself up and off of him. “We can’t,” she said desperately. “Let me go.”
“What the— No!” He pulled her down firmly, impaling her on his stiff cock. “What’s wrong? Settle down.”
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