The Rogue Reviewer (Primrose, Minnesota Book 3) (18 page)

His smile slid over her body like warm
butter. “Yes.”

“You’re going soft, detective.”

“Maybe. I’m concerned about you.”

She leaned in closer, their lips just inches
apart. “You see, I have a bodyguard.” She dropped her hand between
his legs and rubbed her hand over the obvious bulge there. “He has
an awesomely impressive weapon.” He grunted and thrust further into
his hand. “Believe me, nobody’s getting past him.”

He closed the distance between them, pulling
her into his arms with his hands against her back, smashing her
against him. He took her mouth, nearly devouring her as he leaned
into her, pressed her into the cushions, his hips molded to hers,
his length stretched against her stomach.

“Please,” she whimpered as she raised her
hips to grind against him, desperate for the satisfaction she’d bet
her last dollar he could offer. She clawed at his shirt, craving
the soft touch of his bare skin.

Mace pulled back, bracing himself on his
elbows. “Let’s finish this at my place.”

“Nice try. No.”

“We can’t –”

“Sshhh.” She placed her index finger against
his top lip and rubbed his bottom lip with her thumb. “We can.”

“Not here.”

She made one more sweep over his lip and then
dropped her hand. Hesitantly, she forced the next question from her
mouth. “Not here? Or not me?”

His eyes darkened while he moved his hand to
the side of her face. “Dara.”

His fingers caressed her cheek while his
smooth, low voice vibrated her nerve endings and created a
delicious sensation that traveled her entire body until it settled
between her legs into a full-fledged throb. She closed her eyes and
allowed the sensual undertones to take her away. Away from reality
and into a really, really happy place.

Dara
. Those four letters spoken by his
lips did little to ease her distress – but this distress she
welcomed. Suddenly murder moved to the back of her mind.

“Dara,” he repeated.

She forced open her eyes to find his lips
millimeters from hers. “Yes?” Her whispered response caused their
flesh to meet in a butterfly flutter.

“You and I both know you didn’t murder
anyone. We cleared you days ago.”

His hand left her cheek and then brushed her
hair back from the hollow of her neck. She could only nod as he
lowered his head and his lips nuzzled the sensitive skin from the
crook of her neck to the top of one shoulder.

“I promise,” he said against her skin, “I
will find the person responsible.”

Dara knew she should probably ask how he
could make that promise. After all, logic demanded he needed a
whole lot more evidence than he had. She released a low groan as he
grasped her hips and pulled her tight against him. Logic be
damned.

He lifted his head and the heated gleam in
the depths of his eyes told her just how determined he was to
alleviate her pain. And from the length he sported between his
legs, he was very intent.

With a slow grin, she untucked his dress
shirt, moved one hand to the edge of one of his hips and trailed
one fingertip across the inside of his waistband. “I trust you,
Mace.”

It was his turn to groan. “God, Dara, I have
to have you.”

She popped the button of his fly and lowered
his zipper, his shaft hard and reaching for her touch. Her own need
pushed her to reach inside and wrap his naked length in her
grip.

“Oh, babe.” He pressed his lips against hers
again, this time his kiss frantic and needy as his tongue traced
the surface until her mouth opened to allow him inside.

Held in utter ecstasy, Dara managed to remain
coherent enough to stroke him while she held tight. His hips moved
with her motion – down, up, and then around his swollen tip.
Meanwhile, her body hummed and she wondered if he might actually
hear it.

Just as she gathered speed against his skin,
he brushed her hands from his body and broke the kiss.

“Bedroom. Now.”

She lifted an eyebrow. “I thought we
discussed you giving me orders.”

“You really want to argue?”

For about half a second, she considered
zipping him in his zipper. Then again, his demand caused extreme
havoc in her veins; screw it, absolutely nothing could keep her
from dragging him into the bedroom.

She grabbed his hand and yanked him down the
hallway. “No.”

Once they were behind the closed bedroom
door, she wasted no time in convincing him to play. She closed the
distance between them and began opening each button of his dress
shirt until it hung open. The sight of his smooth, bare chest
caused her to moisten her lips with her tongue.

“You know,” she said as she stepped backward
and bent to slide her skirt from her hips, “I haven’t expressed my
appreciation for your determination to clear my name, Detective
Turner.”

She stepped closer and popped the top button
of his pants, her index finger grazing the head of his erection.
Her pulse jumped when a growl left his throat and he thrust his
hips into her touch.

“All in a day’s work,” he said through
gritted teeth.

“So modest.” She flattened her palm against
him and rubbed short, lazy circles across his tip. His chest began
to rise and fall at a furious rhythm and his hands squeezed her
hips.

“Touch me, Dara,” he demanded.

Drunk with the power she possessed, she
simply smiled. “That’s not the way I operate.” She wrapped her
thumb and index finger around the base of his head and squeezed.
“It’s all about romantic tension, the build-up, don’t you
agree?”

Another feral growl answered her, a reluctant
agreement more or less.

“Besides,” she said as she eased his pants
and boxer briefs over his hips,” there are parts of you I haven’t
even begun to explore.”

She knelt between his legs and planted an
open-mouthed kiss to the engorged head of his penis, taking care to
sweep her tongue across the smooth tip before releasing her hold.
With a grin, she gazed up into his tortured eyes.

He smoothed his thumb across her bottom lip.
“You’re a tease.”

She raised one shoulder in a lazy shrug. “All
in a day’s work.”

His lips split into an
I’m-gonna-eat-you-up
smirk. God, she hoped so. Her nipples
tightened and her scalp tingled as he wound his fingers in her hair
and tightened his hold in a silent demand.

He gave a tortured half laugh. “Somehow I get
the impression you work hard to master your craft.”

She moved her hand across his abdomen and
down the sexy v-cut of his obliques until she gripped his thickened
length. “Is that what you want, Detective? To be my master?”

Her question rendered him speechless while
sweat droplets danced at his hairline and his shaft jumped inside
her hold.

“Fat chance.” She smirked as she tightened
her grip and began to stroke.

Mace looked down at the picture of sweet,
sexy sin between his legs and damn near lost his load. All teasing
aside, he had a good idea this woman knew exactly how to bring him
to the edge. And she proved his point when she leaned forward and
wrapped her pouty, pink lips around him again, pulling his aching
cock deep into her mouth in a tight suction. Her firm breasts
swayed in the confines of her barely-there bra with each pull. He
couldn’t stop his desperate groan and thrust deeper until he bumped
the back of her throat. He was pretty sure he was close to pure
ecstasy when she moved a hand from his hip to cup his balls,
stroking the taut sac with a light caress.

“Just like that, sweetheart,” he moaned,
unable to disguise his needy, raspy tone. Oh yeah, no doubt he was
in Heaven.

And then all hell broke loose.

With a breathy whimper, she nudged his
stomach with her forehead and swallowed him whole.

“Gee-zus, Dara!” His balls tightened and his
cock pulsed in the tight confines of her throat.
Just one
stroke
, his cock pleaded. He squeezed his eyes closed tight,
fighting the temptation to give in. It took every ounce of his
willpower to pull out of her mouth, his greedy dick cursing the
whole way.

“No more.” He worked hard to slow his
breathing as he caressed her moist lips with his index finger. “The
party’s far from over.”

He grasped her elbow, eased her to stand, and
then took her lips with his in an urgent, demanding caress. She
moaned, the pleading sound vibrating his lips as he continued to
bask in the sheer ecstasy of their kiss.

Needy for full contact, he pressed her flush
against him and his cock went rogue. Almost as if the muscle had a
mind of its own, it jumped and nestled in the very warm, already
moist space between her legs.

He lifted his lips and split them into a
satisfied grin. “X marks the spot.”

“Yes, it does.” She returned a smile and
swiveled her hips in a circular motion.

He held her in utter ecstasy as he moved his
hands to grip the sides of her head and press her face to his
chest. His skin tingled from the kisses she placed from one
pectoral to another and in between, the sensation intensified when
her mouth sucked patches of skin as she squatted to travel further
down toward his abdominals. And when he felt a slight nip at his
left hipbone, play time was over. Crafty little witch had a knack
for taking control and he worked hard not to lose it.

He moved his hands from her head to under her
arms and lifted her to stand. “I didn’t bring anything to protect
you.”

Her sex-coated grin covered her face with the
perfect picture of sin. “I’ve got that covered.”

Armed with that assurance, he didn’t hesitate
to step out of his briefs and pants and walk her backwards to the
edge of the bed.

“You have way too many clothes on.” His cock
stood tall, impatient as hell, while he flicked the clasp of her
bra with one hand. Her breasts fell free as he peeled the material
over her shoulders, down her arms, until it finally fell from her
body. He dropped the garment to the floor and then cupped her
breasts in his hands, kneading and caressing the firm flesh.

Her eyes closed and she thrust further into
his hold as he continued his tender assault slowly moving to
include her nipples.

“Yes,” she whispered as he placed both
nipples between the index and middle fingers of both hands and
gently squeezed, “oh, yes.”

Her chest began a rapid rise and fall motion
as her arousal grew and he took full advantage, moving one hand to
the juncture of her thighs and dipping a finger beneath her panties
and into her core. When she responded with a forceful hip thrust,
his finger slid deeper into a pool of moisture.

“You’re ready, baby.”

He gave her a satisfied smile before he
pressed a small kiss to her lips and then removed his hold on her
body to slide her panties down her legs until they lay in a pile
next to their earlier removed clothing.

Once she stood naked before him, he squatted
between her legs and pressed short, tiny kisses first to one
kneecap and then to the other. When she sucked in a short breath,
he dragged his tongue upward to the surface of her right thigh and
nipped the soft, smooth surface several times.

“Mace,” she whispered.

His mouth watered with the need to taste her.
He glanced upward and found her eyes closed, her cheeks flushed and
a look of pure aroused female etched on her face. His tongue
circled her swollen nubbin and sucked it inside.

She gasped and wound her fingers in his hair
while her hips swayed and his tongue furiously worked her flesh.
Her fingers tightened and she ground herself against his face.

His hands shook on her thighs as he continued
to suck, determined to show her exactly who had control at this
particular minute. Except, when she gave his hair a solid yank and
his dick stretched in an effort to close the distance between them,
he was reminded she possessed more control than he cared to
admit.

Her gave her clit one last pull and then
stood. “Hold on baby,” he told her as he walked her backwards to
the edge of the bed. “This is going to be one wild ride.”

He only allowed time enough for her back to
meet the cool bed sheets before he eased her legs apart with one
knee and lay atop her with both elbows braced on both sides of her
head.

His skin quivered and an all-telling tingle
pulsed at the base of his spine as she grasped his hips and lifted
hers to rub her mound over his cock. Now past the point of return,
he released a desperate grunt and reached between them to position
himself at her entrance. Once again, she took the decision out of
his hands and thrust forward to cram him inside her warmth.

“Oh, yeah,” he murmured as he began a steady
stroke in and out of her tight channel.

She answered with a moan that caused his
balls to tighten.

“Take me,” she whispered while she braced her
legs on his hips and buckled her legs behind his back, “hard and
fast.”

He didn’t need any further encouragement; her
request shifted his cock into overdrive and pistoned inside the
warm, wet suction.

Sweat droplets danced at his hairline and he
gazed down into her eyes, now darkened with desire. “Let me have
it, Dara.”

As if she awaited his command, her inner
walls tightened and she issued a soft whimper as she squeezed him
in an almost inescapable vise until his dick managed to escape and
come away slick and wet. Her core pulsed around him in a furious
rhythm, taunting him to give in.

And suddenly he had no choice.

While her body gave his now ultrasensitive
shaft one last good suck, he shoved deep inside, pressed his
forehead to hers, and shot his release, hot and fevered against her
core.

Dara lay beneath him for several seconds and
moved her fingers along his corded back muscles, completely and
utterly satisfied by their lovemaking. There was definitely an
advantage to giving up control now and then – especially to an
extremely skilled, insanely aroused male. Never before had she
experienced the comfortable warmth and security between them. She
gazed up into his smoky bedroom eyes, content with the satisfied
smirk he wore on his face.