Stone jerked his thumb toward the door. “I warmed them up. They’re all yours now.”
He didn’t pause. Led her out the door and pushed her into the cab waiting at the corner for drunk patrons to take home. He snapped out her address. They didn’t speak during the short drive. Soon he pressed some bills into the driver’s hand and escorted her into the bungalow. Arilyn fumbled with the keys but finally got the door unlocked.
Then they were alone.
No foster dogs greeted them. The house was eerily silent and watchful. Arilyn embraced the floaty, warm feeling of being tipsy and allowing her body to win the war. He stood with hips braced, lips in a hard line, studying her with those dark eyes as if looking to unlock her secrets.
Tonight she wanted to fly and be impulsive. Tonight she wanted to be a bad girl.
“Why tonight? Why now?” he asked.
“Why not? You win. I want you for tonight.”
His brow arched. “How drunk are you?”
She smiled real slow and took a step closer. “Does it matter? I’m here. I’m ready.”
He muttered a curse. “I don’t want our first time to be a blur of memory. I also don’t want to leave room for regret in the morning.”
Annoyance surged. “I’ll remember. This is what you wanted. I’m asking. So, are you going to keep talking and questioning me, Officer? Or are you going to take it all off?”
He paused for a beat. His eyes burned. “We’ll compromise. I’m no saint, and I can’t leave you untouched tonight.”
“Should we go into the bedroom?” she asked bravely.
His smug grin caused goose bumps to prickle her flesh. “We don’t need a bedroom, little one. Have I told you how gorgeous you look tonight?”
Her tummy slid to her toes. His gaze raked over every inch of her body until her breath strangled in her throat and she was unable to move. She’d never felt so alive. Her nerve endings thrummed until waiting for him to finally touch her became almost painful. Stone dragged off his shirt and dropped it on the floor. Her fingers rolled into fists with the urge to reach out and grab him.
“You’re dressed for naughtiness tonight. I think that’s what you want, isn’t it?” He finally closed the distance and backed her up against the wall. His bare chest pressed lightly against her breasts. His thighs intertwined with hers.
A moan escaped her lips. “I want you to touch me,” she said huskily.
“I want that, too.” His hands pulled through her hair, dragging the strands forward and draping them over her breasts. “I’ve dreamed of you naked except for all this hair. Dreamed of you in many positions naked. But first you have to reach under that short skirt and remove your panties.”
The dirty command was like a lightning shot straight to her core. She grew wet and achy. “I thought you’d do that for me,” she managed to grind out.
He never stopped touching her with light, teasing strokes. Her cheek, her collarbone. Her jaw, her lips. Brushing the hard tips of her breasts pushing against the thin silk. Arilyn fought for sanity. Her experiences were more traditional. She’d never done it against a wall, almost fully dressed. “I may be bossy, but I always leave the choice up to you. Want this to go any further? Remove them. Hike up your skirt and pull them off, then hand them to me.”
Oh, he was bad. The command stole her breath, but she wanted to do it, craved to see the lust light up those dark eyes and know she was the one who put it there. He took a tiny step back to give her room, and Arilyn tugged up her minuscule skirt, hooked her fingers around the waistband, and pulled her panties down. Very slowly, she stepped out of them, one leg at a time. Straightened. And pushed the lacy, damp fabric in his hand.
“Oh, yeah, you’re a bad girl,” he drawled. He brought the lace to his nose and took a deep breath. “And you’re very aroused.”
A blush tinged her cheeks, but she was too far gone to care. These games made her hotter than Hades, and all she wanted was relief. Her folds were so swollen and wet, Arilyn figured one touch of his fingers would set her off. And oh, how badly she wanted that orgasm.
He watched every catch of her breath with that half smirk tugging at his lips. Moving closer, he dipped down and nudged her legs further apart with his thigh. Cool air rushed over her. She gritted her teeth against the sharp arousal, and he muttered something under his breath.
“So damn responsive. So sexy. I’m never gonna get enough of you.”
He lowered his mouth to hers, sipping at her lips like a drink to savor before finally sinking his tongue deep. She sighed, twining her arms around him. Arilyn sank into the kiss and his embrace like she belonged there. Like she found home. His taste swamped her, his skin burned beneath hers, and she twisted for more of him, afraid she’d never get enough of this man.
He possessed her completely, diving in and out, controlling the kiss until she hung on and let him take her. And then his knuckles rubbed against her swollen heat. Like a cat, she writhed, pride and dignity long gone under the tempting siren song of orgasm. Little mewls escaped her lips as his fingers brushed her clit, circled, then rubbed so lightly she thought she’d go mad for more contact.
“Oh, please,” she moaned into his mouth.
“You want to come?” he muttered darkly. “How bad?”
“Bad.” She dug her short nails into his back and tried to open her legs wider. “Crazy bad.”
“You can take more.” She let out a little scream as he pushed his fingers deep into her channel. God, the pressure was so good, and he twisted and hit that sweet spot, driving in so hard the climax shimmered before her in all its glory.