“If this is you not being in control,” she said breathlessly, “I’m worried what you’re like when you’re in control.”
Leaning back, I pulled almost all the way out before slamming back in over and over again. Using one hand to raise myself off her, I watched as her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she urged me to go harder as I continued pounding into her.
“Oh God, I’m—” she cut off when I shifted up onto my knees so I could quicken the pace.
Grabbing her legs, I brought them around my waist and leaned back over her, resting one hand on the bed, and letting the other trail to her sensitive bud. The second I rolled my fingers around it, her back arched and my name tore through her throat as she began shuddering around me, almost causing me to fall over the edge with her. Gritting my teeth, I rode her through her second orgasm and grabbed the hand that was trailing up my chest and slammed it down on the bed as I came harder than I ever have before.
Maci unlocked her legs from around my back, and I rocked onto the side that wasn’t holding her hand, bringing her with me. Her body was shaking subtly, but when I looked down at her face, there was nothing but the brightest smile there. Releasing her hand, I wrapped my arm around her body and held her close as we both calmed down. With a soft kiss to the corner of her mouth, I uncurled my body from hers and walked to the bathroom to dispose of the condom and wash up. When I walked back into my room, I stopped short, and the high I’d been riding ever since I’d kissed her in my living room suddenly left me.
She wasn’t in the room, and when I walked down the hall, she was putting her clothes on from where she’d taken them off earlier.
“What the hell are you doing?”
Her gray eyes widened, and she quickly pulled her pants up as she faced me. “Isn’t this what you want? Don’t you want me to leave?”
“Why the f**k would I want you to leave? What was that just now for you?” No, this isn’t f**king happening. She’s said too much for me to think that she doesn’t care about me.
“You always make your girls leave,” she whispered, and looked around the room, avoiding eye contact with me. “I thought when you got up, that’s what you wanted me to do.”
I’d never seen Maci so unsure of herself and timid-looking. I quickly closed the distance between us and pulled her close, cupping her face in my hands. “If all you wanted was for me to f**k you, then go. But, Maci, you’re not like those girls. I don’t want you to leave.”
Those eyes shot back up to mine, and a soft smile crossed her face. “Really?”
Letting go of her, I shook my head and shrugged helplessly. “Jesus Christ, Maci. I haven’t gone more than a few minutes without thinking about you this entire week. I’ve been going crazy keeping myself from you because I know this is going to turn out so bad for us. Your brothers will kill me. But after that . . . f**k. You can’t walk away from me . . . not after that. I can’t go back to avoiding whatever’s happening between—”
She launched herself at me, wrapping her body around mine, and kissed me until our breathing was ragged.
“Does this mean you’ll get your ass back in my bed?”
“I’m kind of wondering why you aren’t already walking us back there, Detective.”
I bit down on her bottom lip and was suddenly ready for round two when another sexy moan sounded in her throat. “I hate it when you call me that.”
“I know.”
“Watch it, Maci,” I said in a teasing warning.
“Or what?” she whispered against my lips. “You’ll lose control with me again?”
I smiled and began walking to the bedroom. “You haven’t seen me lose control yet, baby.”
Chapter Seven
Maci
I WOKE TO Connor’s lips kissing a soft trail down the back of my neck, and turned in his arms to face him.
“Morning,” his deep voice rumbled as he pushed my hair away from my face.
“Morning.” I dropped my head against his chest when I started to yawn. “What time is it?”
“Early. I have to go back to the office, we only left last night because we needed to sleep before Sanders and I tried to kill each other.”
Looking back up at his face, I noticed the dark circles under his eyes and reached up to trace them. “You look like you still didn’t get any sleep.”
“I didn’t.”
“Why?”
Connor took a deep breath in and held it for a few moments as his eyes glazed over. “Just had a lot on my mind.”
“Like?” I asked cautiously.
“This case I’m working . . . you . . . your brothers,” he gritted the last two words out.
“They won’t find out,” I said, hoping to assure him and trying not to panic that he was already regretting last night.
He smiled sadly and kissed me before getting off the bed and heading to his closet. I frowned when I saw he was already mostly dressed to leave for work. Sitting up in his bed, I pulled the comforter up to cover myself, and watched as he walked back out, buttoning up a gray shirt, with a blue tie the same color as his eyes draped over his arm.
Not willing to let him see my inner freak-out, I squared my shoulders and stated with blatant indifference: “You regret last night.”
“What—no.” His head snapped up, his eyes wide. “Maci, shit, why do you do this?” He dropped the tie on the bed and walked over to lean close to me.