“Nice,” he murmured, when she flipped a light switch. “How can you afford this on a cop’s salary?”
Each piece of furniture in the sparsely furnished living room, from the dark brown leather couch to the antique mission style armchair, demanded individual attention. The room even had a fireplace. He wondered if it worked since there wasn’t a stack of wood nearby. He wandered over to the bay window overlooking the Common still lit up with Christmas lights. “Nice view. When does the city acknowledge that Christmas is over? All those lights must play havoc with the City’s electric bill.”
A grunt was her only response. She pushed a button on the answering machine. A perturbed male voice belted out of it. “Hey Lara. It’s me. Again. Fourth message I’ve left. Are you all right? I’ve called the station. Bob told me you’re working undercover. Something about the dead dancers. Give me a call, or I’ll have to track you down.”
She hit rewind.
“I thought you didn’t have a boyfriend,” he said, walking up behind her, admiring her ass in the tight jeans.
“I don’t. That was Hank, my partner. He’s on a leave of absence.” She pointed down a hallway. “Bathroom’s first door on the right. Next door on the right is the kitchen. The only door on the left is my bedroom. Stay out of it,” she added, looking him straight in the eye.
“Don’t worry. I don’t walk in my sleep.”
“Good thing. I might have to shoot you.”
“I’m hungry. Got anything to eat?”
She ran her fingers through her blonde curls. He wondered if her hair was natural. From the color of her skin, he figured she was a real blonde.
“Reino, you’re a real pain in the ass. Anyone ever tell you that?”
“Nope.”
“You’ve got to get a life.”
“You don’t have a partner for this undercover stuff you’re doing, and since I’m going to be there every night, I’d say that makes us partners. We’re after the same thing.”
Those big blue eyes narrowed on him. He could almost see the wheels spinning in her head. “It might be beneficial having someone other than a cop in the audience. Less likely to attract attention,” she said. “I’ll talk to the lieutenant at the station in the morning. Don’t get your hopes up, cowboy. I may not be able to work out a deal with my supervisor.”
Lara poured herself some water and drained the glass. “I’ll get some blankets. I’m going to grab a quick shower and go to bed.”
He watched her walk down the hall, admiring the sway of her hips. Two minutes later, she returned and tossed a heavy quilt and a pillow on the couch. “Wouldn’t want you to get cold.”
“Fat chance of that,” he muttered. His cock was hard enough to batter down a door. He punched the pillow and flopped down on the leather, hands behind his head, to wait for her to finish in the bathroom. Lara was as hot for him as he was for her. Why wouldn’t she accept it?
Eclectic best described Lara’s apartment. The leather couch he lay on wasn’t cheap. Reino guessed it cost about four thousand dollars. It didn’t fit in with the rest of the furnishings. On closer inspection, he decided the oak mission chair came from a Salvation Army thrift store. The floor lamp with fringe balls hanging off the shade reminded him something from the forties. His gaze wandered to the coffee table, an old wooden lobster trap with a glass top. He wouldn’t have been surprised to see a dried lobster carcass still inside the nets. Other than an entertainment center with a small television, a DVD and CD player, the large room was empty. If Lara had a second job, Reino doubted it involved interior decorating.
Her scent drifted from the bathroom long before she did. He inhaled, enjoying the light floral fragrance. Soap or shampoo? After what seemed like forever, the water shut off and within minutes, a door opened and another closed. He’d been hoping she’d come out to say good night. Hell, he wanted her to come and jump his bones. With a sigh, he rolled off the couch and went to take a shower.
* * * *
Lara sank onto her bed and toweled-dried her hair. This case was going nowhere fast. If the murderer didn’t make a move in the next two weeks, she’d find a different strategy. No way could she dance at the Beaver Lodge every night. Her muscles ached. Dancers should have a spot in the Olympics. They needed to be as fit as any athlete.
First thing tomorrow morning, she’d pay a visit to the medical examiner. Perhaps he’d come up with something new. Then she’d talk to her supervisor about Reino. Bob wouldn’t like it, but he usually came through for Lara, no matter how strange her requests. To have someone who didn’t look or act like a cop observing the deviants that hung out at the strip club could only be an asset.
As a last resort, she’d call Hank. As a partner, Hank had been the best. Until about a year ago. She couldn’t remember exactly when things had changed. One day he’d been all business, the next he’d come on to her like she was a bitch in heat. She smiled. Not quite as bold as the young hunk in the next room. Hank’s ways were more subtle. Touching her arm, putting his arm around her shoulder, inviting her to do things on their days off. On the surface, his invitations seemed innocent—go to a movie, take in a museum. Lara had instinctively known that there was more to the story.
She’d told Hank point blank that she wasn’t interested. Relationships took too much work, and she didn’t have the inclination to invest her time.
He’d laughed off the rejection, but there’d been a flicker of something in his eyes that she couldn’t quite decipher. Not long after that incident, he’d taken a leave of absence without confiding his reasons to her. The department called it a personal leave.
Men! They were definitely more trouble than they were worth.
The sound of breaking glass followed by a loud “Shit!” jolted Lara’s thoughts away from Hank. She grabbed her robe off the end of the bed on the way out the door. Without considering the repercussions, she turned the brass doorknob and rushed into the bathroom.
The scene she walked in on paralyzed her. Buck naked, with an erection bigger than any she’d seen in any porn magazine, stood Reino. That wasn’t what shocked her. He held her vibrator in his hand.
Chapter Three
Lara groaned. Reino stared at her vibrator as if it were a poisonous snake. Lara didn’t know whether to laugh or cry when he finally lifted his gaze to her face.
“You use this thing?”
With the anger of a mother defending her young, Lara charged. “Give me that. How dare you poke around in my personal belongings? You’re sick, Larkin. You’re depraved.” She pounded his bare chest while he held the vibrator above his head.
“I mean it. Hand it over. Now.”
He gave her that familiar knee-melting grin. The bastard!
“You prefer this thing,” he asked as he shook it in the air, “to a man?”
“You’re damn right I do. It’s much less complicated.” Pain sliced through the bottom of her foot. “Ouch!”
Reino dropped the vibrator into the sink to scoop her into his arms. “I broke a glass. That’s how I discovered your…ah…toy. I was looking for the wastebasket. Some people keep it under the sink. I wasn’t snooping. Honest.”
God. He sounded like a little kid apologizing to his mother for looking in her underwear drawer. Lara’s arm automatically wrapped around his neck when he’d picked her up. His hair felt good under her fingers. Nice and silky. Lust surged low in her belly, burning her everywhere. A pulsing heat between her thighs made her painfully aware of how long it had been since she’d known the touch and taste of a man.
He padded to the kitchen and plunked her down on the chrome legged metal table. “Where’s your first aid kit?”
“In the bathroom.”
“Right.” As he walked away, her eyes feasted on his tight buns. The man had no modesty whatsoever.
So what if he was too young? Didn’t she deserve some fun out of life? Lara slid closer to the edge of the table and loosened the tie on her robe so it parted enough to tantalize. Reino
returned in record time, carrying a bottle of alcohol, tweezers and a tube of antibiotic ointment.
Excitement laced with trepidation raced through her blood seeing his eyes widen at her exposed breasts. Her belly did the jelly dance as he raised his head and looked into her eyes. He lifted her foot to inspect the damage. There was sensuality in his touch. Reino knew what she wanted.
He cleared his throat. “This will sting a bit,” he said as he poured some alcohol into the cut.
A bit? Lara practically came off the table, her lust forgotten. “Damn you. That hurts.”
“I warned you. I don’t see any pieces of glass stuck in the skin,” he continued in a matter-of-fact voice as he spread the ointment on the bottom of her foot.”
“Great. Now I’ll track gunk all over the floor.”
“I’ll give you a ride.”
Lara tensed at his innuendo. Once more in his arms, she tightened her hand on the back of his neck and rested her head on his shoulder. “Still want me to slide down your pole?” she whispered, taking the proverbial bull by the horns.
His heart hammered against her ribcage. “You’d better believe it.”
“Then let’s do it. Now.”
They never made it to the bedroom. She blinked as her back hit the hard wall, her legs automatically wrapping around him, locking at his waist. Reino’s cock rested against her stomach, its huge head pointed straight up. His fingers dug into the cheeks of her ass. Lara moaned and grabbed handfuls of his hair when he bent to curl his tongue around her nipple.
The world spun off its axis, and she hung on for dear life. The lash of his tongue and hot suction of his mouth on her skin turned her into a lust machine.
“Enough,” she managed to whisper, plastering kisses all over his neck and face. “I need you inside me!”
“I’m in charge this time, Detective.” His low husky voice sent flickers of flame that burned her skin.
His hands moved to her thighs.
With tantalizing slowness, he moved his body up and down, making her even more aware of his swollen cock between them.
“The bed, Reino.”
This time he listened. He grasped her by the buttocks and in his haste nearly fell through the bedroom door as he kicked it open. Lara expected to feel the soft mattress on her back. Instead, he sat her on the very edge of the dresser, his hands spreading her legs. One glance at his cock, level with her heated pussy, sent a hot sweet ache to her very core.
* * * *
Inch by inch, Reino pushed into her moist feminine folds. God, she was so damn tight. He relaxed his fingers when he realized how hard he gripped her ass. Hooking his hands behind her knees, he raised her spread legs and positioned her feet on the oak surface. The last thing he wanted was to hurt her, but her pussy still didn’t stretch to accommodate his cock. The tight fit squeezed his hardness and felt so fucking good. After what seemed an eternity, he achieved his goal. Resting his forehead against hers, he basked in the play of her vaginal muscles milking his erection.
His kissed her, and his tongue explored the tender underside of her lips before journeying inside her warm mouth. Her tongue matched his thrust for thrust.
Lara squirmed. “Please,” she gasped. He moved his thumb to her clit to make her happy. He withdrew a few inches of cock before pushing back in. Out and in, in and out. Together, they found a rhythm that had them both sounding like freight trains barreling down the tracks. His mouth trailed downward and latched onto a nipple. Lara jerked, her pussy’s contractions triggering his climax.
Reino struggled to control his breathing. He was certain Lara’s fingernails had drawn blood. Never had he experienced such a wild orgasm. Definitely off the Richter scale. With an arm around her back, the other under her knees, he lifted her and staggered to the bed on legs that refused to cooperate. He fell onto the mattress, still holding Lara. She never stirred, except to burrow closer.
He didn’t even have the energy to reach down to pull the covers over them, so he lay there listening to his blood sing. And the tune had nothing to do with the blues.
For a long while Lara cuddled spoon-style against Reino, her butt resting against his cock which was hard and raring to go. He slid his arm around her ribcage and cupped a breast, plucking at her nipple until it tightened to a turgid nub. She bit back a groan of pleasure.
When his hand trailed down her belly into the curls covering her pussy, Lara gave up the battle and moaned deep in her throat.
“Are you awake?”
His breath tickled her neck. “No.”
“I know how to wake a sleeping beauty.” She turned to see him rolling on a condom. She straddled his hips and sank onto his cock.
His hands curled around her hipbones. The depth of emotion in his green eyes frightened her. Where had her light-hearted lover disappeared to? “You drive me crazy. Touch me.”
She leaned forward, the position creating a greater fullness in her overheated pussy. She plucked his nipples, smiling when they hardened the same as a woman’s. Tendons in his neck bulged, and he grimaced as if in pain. “Does it feel good?” she taunted.
Before he could answer, she covered his mouth, fucking him with her tongue.
He pushed her up and reached for her clit.
As his fingers worried her nub, Lara maneuvered herself back and forth on his cock.
“Oh God! You’re killing me, Reino. Fuck me. Faster. Yes! I’m going to come.”
He jerked his fingers from her pussy and pulled her off his cock. “Not yet.” Flipping her on her stomach, he spread her thighs and pushed his thumb against her anus.
Lara’s muscles grew taut.
“Have you ever?”
“No, but I want to,” she whispered, surprised by her own admission. “Do it Reino. Fuck my ass.”
“You sure? You’re a virgin there. It’ll hurt.”
“I don’t care. Do it.”
He lay beside her and rolled her back onto his body. “We have plenty of time to experiment. For now…”
Lara sat astride and sank once again onto his engorged cock. Never had she felt so alive. Everywhere Reino touched became an erogenous zone. Her body shook with desire.
“Isn’t this better than a vibrator?”
She gazed into his eyes. “Shut up and kiss me.”
She feared Reino’s shaft would split her…wished it would. He controlled her every movement, rocking her hips as he pumped into her until shards of pleasure shot through her pussy.
During her strong climax, his thumb pushed inside her ass. A jolt of pleasurable pain sent her spinning into another galaxy.
* * * *
Lara groaned and pulled the pillow over her head to shut out the persistent ringing in her ears. “Go away, stop it,” she hissed at whoever shook her shoulder.
“Should I answer the phone?”
The deep male voice brought her upright, and she stared into a pair of sexy green eyes. Oh. My. God. She and Reino had screwed each other’s brains out last night. She shook her head to clear the fuzz. “No, I’ll get it.”
She turned on her side and reached to the night table. “Yes?”
“Where the hell have you been?” Hank’s angry voice boomed through the receiver. “I’ve been calling you for days.”
Lara yawned as she pushed her unruly hair away from her face. “Sorry. I’ve been busy. How’re you feeling?”
Reino’s fingers pushed between her legs and played with her clit. “Stop that,” she said, slapping his hand away.
“Stop what?” Hank asked. There was a long beat of silence. “Are you alone?”
Lara cleared her throat. “No. Actually, I’ve got company. How about I call you later?”
“Sure,” Hank replied, a definite chill in his voice. “No problem.” Click.
Great. Now she’d pissed off her partner. She’d assumed Hank had moved past his feelings for her. Could she be wrong? Did he still harbor some fantasy about them being a couple?
Reino’s sexy voice dragg
ed her back to the present. His voice and his very busy fingers. “You’re wet and ready. Come here.”
Lara swung her legs out of bed. “Not now. I’ve got things to do.” She had to admit he tempted her beyond belief. He was one delicious man with more than just a nice body. There was a depth to him she’d like to explore. Too bad he was so damn young.
While she reached under the bed and searched for her slippers, the young stud trailed his tongue along her backbone to the crack in her butt. An involuntary shiver shook her.
“Cold?” he whispered. “Here,” he said, lifting the comforter. “Get back under the covers.”
Like a coward, her determination to get up put its tail beneath its legs and ran. Reino drew her under the sheets against his hot, hard body. Yep, no doubt about it. He was ready to climb in the saddle and ride.
Lara’s hands snaked around his ribs, and she pushed her belly against his hot erection.
His mouth closed over hers, and she floundered in a sea of sensation. Every nerve tingled and throbbed in unison with the pulsation of his cock. Her hands splayed on his chest and she toyed with his nipples before working her way down his torso. She scooted under the blankets and dipped her tongue into his navel. She gloried in his swift intake of air. Grasping his silky hardness, she slid her hand up and down the smooth soft skin. She lapped the pearly cum leaking from the head of his cock and then sucked it into her mouth.
“Baby,” he groaned. He pinched her nipples, inciting her to suck harder. His hands cupped her face while he pumped in and out.
“Enough,” he breathed, pushing her away. Deftly, he turned her so she lay face down and pushed his knee between her thighs before pressing his body on her back.
“Stay still,” he whispered into her neck near her ear. “Stop squirming.”
He manipulated his hands under her pelvis and partially lifted her hips enough to inch his cock into her wet warmth. “Close your legs,” he commanded. It never occurred to her to refuse. One hard drive and he filled her. The position created a fantastic friction.
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