“Could you?” I ask.
“I don’t know,” he answers thoughtfully, as if he may actually consider it.
I look at him in disbelief.
“What? It could be a wonderful adventure. Never know unless you try something at least once,” he says with a smirk, walking back down the aisle.
Nora, Shane, and myself just stare after him as we can’t believe it’s something he would consider.
I turn back and look at the coroner as he stands up and says, “It’s the same killer. Finger has been cut off, and necks are sliced like the others. It will take some time to get the bodies out from this position.”
I nod, understanding why he said that.
“But we can go get breakfast, right?” Heath chimes in, and I chuckle, shaking my head.
I knew it was a matter of time before he started to whine, later than what I anticipated, but I knew it was coming.
“Yes, we can go get you some food,” I say with a smile.
“It will be a couple of hours before I can get them back to the morgue. Once I find their personal belongings, I’ll call you to come pick them up at the morgue as well,” Max tells Shane.
“That’s fine, Doc, thank you,” he tells him, and his voice causes my panties to get wet and my knees to go weak.
What the hell is wrong with me? I’ve had sex with this man three times, two of those times was this morning, and yet, I feel like a teenager whose hormones are out of control and can’t get enough.
“First, I need to stop by the security office and get this morning's footage. Nora, why don’t you and Heath head to the diner. Mya and I will get the footage and meet you there,” Shane says.
“Do we have to wait for you to order?” Heath asks with a pout.
“No, go ahead, order, and eat. I don’t know how long it will take us to get the footage,” Shane says.
“You mean a quickie,” Heath quips with a smirk before debarking off the train.
Nora looks at us both, while Shane and I both shake our heads in disbelief.
“Does he have a filter?” Shane asks me.
“None,” I reply.
We all walk up the stairs to the station parting ways as Nora and Heath head out to the diner, while Shane and I head to the security office.
As soon as we walk in, the officer in the room hands Shane a thumb drive. “Here you go, Detective, already have it ready for you today.”
“Thanks, I appreciate it.”
Shane pockets the thumb drive, and we walk out of the station and to the car. Once we are both in, Shane pulls my head to him and slams his lips on mine. I melt under his kiss, pushing my chest out, needing him to touch me.
He pulls back from the kiss, both of us breathing hard. His eyes are dark blue, full of need and lust. Without saying a word, he puts the car in reverse, backs out of the space, and drives. He reaches his hand over and places it on my thigh. I instinctively open my legs wider, needing him to touch me.
He glides his hand up, just staying out of reach of where I want him. He squeezes my thigh as I notice he is pulling into my hotel parking lot.
He parks the car, turns to me, and says, “I need you, love. I need to be buried inside you.”
“Yes,” I whisper because I need that too.
We make our way to my room, and as soon as the door closes, he pushes me up against the door, claiming my lips possessively, and I allow him. I didn’t realize we were both unbuttoning each other’s shirts until we were shrugging out of them. He undoes his pants and takes them off as I do the same with mine.
Once we are both naked, I drop to my knees, needing to taste him. I lick the precum from his slit and swirl my tongue around his head. He tastes amazing, and I can’t help the moan that leaves me. I lick his shaft from his base to his head, before wrapping my hand around the bottom and stroking him up as I place my mouth over his cock and suck him in.
I hear his sharp intake of breath and look up at him.
“Oh, fuck, that feels so good, love. I’ve imagined this a thousand times, and the real thing is so much better,” he tells me, and I can’t help the pride that swells up inside me.
I show him just what his words mean to me, and I continue sucking and licking his cock.
“I’m close, baby, and I don’t want to come in your mouth, I want to be in your pussy,” he tells me.
I allow his cock to pop out of my mouth like a blow-pop lollipop. He helps me up off the floor and leads me to the bed as he kisses my lips, our tongues battling again, showing how much we both need and want each other.
He lays me on the bed, stepping between my legs, and slowly entering me. The stretch is both painful and pleasurable. Once he’s fully in, he begins to thrust in me, and I move my hips to match his thrusts with my own.
“Oh, God,” I call out.
“Fuck,” he says at the same time.
We are both wanting to take our time and yet hurry it up, needing to find our releases.
He leans down and captures my mouth again in a sweet kiss, and in this moment, I know I have given this man my heart and soul. I deepen the kiss, pouring every ounce of what I feel for this man but cannot say aloud, into this kiss, hoping he understands.
