Jennifer Estep - Spider's Bite

Finn hung up, and I did the same. I set my cell phone on the metal rack, right next to the toilet paper. Then I went over to the love seat and plopped down on it. The cushions squawked under my weight, and a loose spring poked me in the ass. I shifted, but I couldn’t get away from the offensive metal.

Donovan Caine pushed away from the rack and paced back and forth, taking five quick steps from one side of the closet to the other. His shoes squeaked on the floor, and I felt the beginnings of a headache stir behind my eyes.

“Are you going to pace for the next hour?” I said. “Because it’s already gotten on my last nerve.”

The detective didn’t say anything; he just kept pacing. His quick, controlled movements caught my gaze, and my eyes traced over his shoulders. His clean, soapy scent filled the closet, overpowering the burning smell of disinfectant. I remembered the last time we’d been in such close proximity — last night at Northern Aggression. How hard Donovan Caine had felt against me. How much I’d wanted to finish what we started. And there was the promise I’d made to myself. To take what I could today before the detective and I said good-bye tomorrow.

I checked the watch on my wrist. Fifty minutes. Plenty of time. Finn was downstairs keeping watch and schmoozing the elderly dwarf, and we were safe enough up here. Haley and Alexis James should be scrambling, trying to figure out what to do, how to answer my demands. That had been the whole point of blindsiding them in public. They weren’t a threat to us right now. As for the giant, it would take him hours to search the country club, if he even bothered. Mab Monroe had probably called him back to her side already, considering the mess I’d made getting away from him.

Donovan Caine and I had fifty long minutes all to ourselves. My eyes slid down the detective’s body. I couldn’t think of a more pleasurable way to pass the time.

I cleared my throat. Donovan stopped his pacing to look at me.

“You know if the James sisters agree to our demands, this is over. Tomorrow, we’ll all go back to our regularly scheduled lives,” I said. “Finn. You. Me.”

Donovan nodded. “I know.”

He stared at me, emotions sliding over his face. Desire. Want. Need. Guilt. His hazel eyes devoured me, moving from my lips to my breasts and legs and back up again. But he made no move to come toward me. No move to take what he so clearly wanted. Up to me, then.

I got to my feet and slowly approached him. My stilettos clacked on the floor. Donovan flinched at the sound, but he didn’t look away from me. He couldn’t, any more than I could stop coming at him.

I stopped about a foot in front of the detective. My gray gaze drifted over his body, as his had done to mine a moment before. Lean shoulders, solid chest, coiled strength. I liked what I saw.

“You’re an attractive man, detective,” I said. “I’m an attractive woman. And here we are, all alone. Together.”

He didn’t say anything. Didn’t take the opening. So I continued.

“Yesterday, when we were at the nightclub, when I was sitting on your lap, I didn’t want to stop. I wanted to tear your jeans off, wanted to feel you inside me, going deeper and deeper until we were both screaming. Didn’t you?”

A muscle in his cheek twitched. Still, Donovan didn’t move.

“Despite our differences, I’m attracted to you, detective. Something about you fascinates me. I want you like I haven’t wanted anybody in a long time. I think you feel the same way about me.”

For a moment, I thought he wouldn’t answer. But he did.

“I do want you.”

His voice was low, tight, strained. The confession cost him. It was all he could do to keep from reaching for me. Good thing I had no qualms about making the first move.

I stepped into his arms and put my hands on his shoulders. Then I raised my head and gazed into his hazel eyes. “So, why don’t we do something about it?”

Caine stared at me. “Not a good idea, Gin. We’re here for a reason, remember? To get the James sisters to back off. Nothing else. They could be looking for us.”

Wild desperation colored his eyes. Caine was trying to save himself, but I wasn’t going to let him.

“A poor excuse. Haley and Alexis are too busy arguing about what to do right now. Even if they weren’t, they wouldn’t find us. They probably think we left the club already to go somewhere and wait for their call. Until then, we’ve got nothing but time.”

I leaned up and put my mouth beside his ear. Caine’s shoulders jerked underneath my hands. He was on the edge.

“If you’re worried about protection, well, I take my little white pills, so there won’t be any unwanted consequences. And I assume you have a condom or two in your wallet like most men.” I drew in a deep breath. “As for the issues between us, I don’t care that we’ll be on opposite sides again tomorrow. After everything that’s happened, I want what I can have today. I want you, detective. Right here, right now.”

I pressed my lips to his.

It was like I’d shocked him with a live wire. He just — exploded. Donovan Caine let out a growl and yanked me to him. He turned me around and backed me against the wall, his hands bunching up the soft fabric of my dress. The detective crushed his lips against mine. This time, I didn’t have to tease his mouth open. His tongue was already thrusting against mine. I welcomed the sensation.

His smell — that intoxicating, sharp scent of soap — filled my nose. Shredding my own control. My hands were everywhere. His face, neck, chest. Kneading, clutching, wanting more. Wanting to feel every inch of him at once. Trying to hang on to something that would be gone the second we left this room.

Once he had my dress out of the way, Donovan Caine reached for my panties. He ripped them off in one motion and plunged two fingers inside me. I moaned, already wet and aching for him. I hooked one leg around his waist, giving him better access. Caine pumped his fingers inside me in a quick, steady rhythm, going deeper every time. He groaned with me.

“I’ve wanted to do that since the first moment I saw you on that balcony,” he whispered against my lips. “Wanted to feel you.”

“Then don’t stop.” My voice was husky with desire. “Don’t stop.”

Our mouths and tongues came together again, even as Donovan stroked me.

There was too much tension, too much feeling, too much need, between us to wait any longer. Donovan’s free hand fumbled with his pants, getting his wallet out of them before the fabric whispered to the floor. I tried to push down his boxers, but the black silk snagged on his jutting erection. Frustrated, I ripped open the flap, freeing him, while he tore open the foil packet with his teeth and covered himself with the condom.

“Now,” I rasped. “ Now .”

Caine picked me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He pushed me back against the wall and slammed his cock into me, thrusting into me as hard and fast as he could. In a frenzy now. We both were.

I moaned again at the slick feel of him moving deeper and deeper inside me. My nails dug into his shoulders. Every time, he thrust in, I clenched myself around him, tighter every time, getting closer to the orgasm I so desperately craved. To that sweet release. Caine buried his head against my neck. The metal rack next to us shook and rattled with our movements.

It all felt so damn good it hurt.

But it was over too quick. Less then a minute later, Caine jerked a final time and shuddered against me, finding his release. I felt him deflate and slip out. So much for stamina. I’d pushed him too hard, too fast. He was done, but I still ached with hot, throbbing need. And it wasn’t going to go unfulfilled.