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  Fiercely, Shane lifted his hips as his hands gripped her ass, ramming his cock repeatedly into her clenching sheath. She was unbelievably wet as her flesh tightened around him. Shane managed to hang on until he heard her moans, signaling her release before he savagely upped the tempo of his thrusts. In no time, he echoed her pure animal satisfaction.

  Panting and holding her tightly against him, Shane realized what he’d just done. He was worse than the men in the bar who had made no secret of wanting her. He really had intended to see her safely home, whether to hers or his, undecided. Instead, he’d let her taunt him into losing control.

  “Oh wow, that was incredible!” Alyssa interrupted his self-recriminations. “I’ll have to get you totally pissed more often now that I know how you react.”

  “Campini,” Shane sighed in confusion. He agreed the sex was outstanding but he was still ashamed by his behavior.

  “What, done being a caveman so soon? You know, McKade, I’m not fragile. I like my men hard and fast sometimes, if that’s what you’re frowning about this time.”

  “But…” he tried again.

  “Do not ruin this,” she warned. “If you say something stupid now like how you shouldn’t have been so forceful and point out where we are, I’m going back in that bar to find a man who isn’t be afraid to indulge me when I’m so obviously looking for an experience just like that.”

  Shane tried to read her eyes in the semi-darkness. He decided to take her at her word and drop it. He’d just have to stay controlled in the future, since she obviously wasn’t going to. In the future? Where the hell had that thought come from? “Where to?” he asked, lifting her off him and climbing from the truck as he rearranged his pants.

  “As in your place on mine?” she asked, desire coating her question as she cleaned herself up with the towel he’d pulled from his gym bag behind the seat. He nodded, knowing he was begging for more trouble. “Yours then. Since you probably have food and I’m hungry. Unless, you’d rather take me out?”

  Instead of responding, Shane slammed her door and took a deep breath. Yes, he was definitely heading for trouble but there was absolutely nothing he was willing to do to save himself.

  Chapter Five

  “Don’t you ever hold still without a camera in your hands?” Shane grumbled.

  “What?” Alyssa paused her prowling around his kitchen to give him a quizzical look.

  “You’ve been in constant motion since the first time I spoke to you. You’re starting to make me nuts. Why don’t you put all that excess energy to good use and chop something?”

  She laughed. “You’re kidding, right? You’re not really going to make stir-fry from raw stuff, are you? I mean, I thought you were going to order in or pull a bag out of the freezer.” Shane raised an eyebrow but didn’t comment. “You’re serious. You are honestly cooking this from scratch.”

  “It’s just stir-fry, Campini. It’s not like it’s a big deal or anything. From your reaction, I’m beginning to wonder what you usually eat. Wait, don’t tell me. You grab whatever fast food is closest. When you said you didn’t have any food, you meant you literally don’t have any food.”

  “Hey, it’s not like I can’t cook if I want to. Why bother when it’s just me?”

  “I’m the only one who’s generally here. I don’t make a habit of inviting people over for dinner either.” He gave up on the idea of her helping and began to prepare the vegetables on his own.

  “Why do you have all this stuff?” She stopped long enough to poke around at the supplies he placed on the counter. “Were you planning on making this tonight anyway?”

  “No, this was for tomorrow. I never know when I’m going to get the opportunity to eat while I’m working. I try to make something nutritious as often as I can.”

  “You’re not what I thought you were, McKade.”

  “And that was?”

  She hopped up onto the counter, perching next to him. “Well, at first I thought you were some kind of pervert, the way you kept lurking around day after day, watching me. Then, when you announced you were a cop and tried to chase me away all those times, I figured you were some sort of macho asshole on a power trip. When you showed up with Brett and I heard what he had to say, I decided you were a stuck-up jerk who went out of your way to be mean to the people who care about you. Later that night, when you explained what he was referring to and how he and Jordan misunderstood so many things, I started to believe you might have a human side underneath it all somewhere. Listening to Kiley as she got to know you over the last month made me wonder if you might actually be a decent guy after all. And then, well then, at the reception I realized that you possess a sense of humor and are capable of being charming when you choose to. You’re one hell of a lover. You have a nurturing streak and now I find out that you can honestly cook. It even seems like you enjoy it. What a mess of contradictions you turned out to be. Too bad you piss me off ninety-five percent of the time, McKade. I could almost like you if you weren’t usually so damn aggravating.”

  “Thanks for the compliment, Campini. Don’t put so much into it next time.” Shane’s tone was dripping with sarcasm. “Want my impressions of you? Good. At first, you seemed to be an unconscious lunatic, the way you ignored the position you insisted on placing yourself in. Also, I thought that maybe you were just too stupid to know better. You’re stubborn and have a one-track mind, which is probably great for your career but detrimental to your life expectancy. You’re annoying, arrogant, insufferable and a general nuisance. You seem to get some kind of weird thrill out of putting yourself in danger and purposely ignoring me when I was simply trying to keep you alive. I know it’s only going to get worse now that Kiley is expecting me to check on you for her. I agree that we are perfectly suited sexually. I’m sure we’d be at each other’s throats if we spent time together on a regular basis. But, in spite of all that, I still have to admit that you’re something. You definitely have balls, walking into the bar the way you did in that getup.”

  “How do you know I don’t always dress like this when I go out, looking for a little action?”

  Shane shook his head in disbelief. “If you do, I don’t want to know about it. Please? Your cousin would die if she found out and I’d have to quit my job to follow you around twenty-four hours a day.”

  “Relax, stud. I’m just teasing, well, mostly teasing.” She slid off the counter and began opening cabinets. “Don’t you have anything to munch on?”

  “When is the last time you ate?”

  She shrugged as she found the bag of cashews he planned to add to the stir-fry. “I was in the studio most of today. I need to turn in my series on the homeless and I want to finish up all of Kiley’s photos before I leave.”

  “So, today you ate?”

  “I had a few black olives before I got started and I keep cookies there in case I get hungry while I’m working.”

  “That’s it? You’re going to make yourself sick, treating your body like that. Don’t you have any common sense? How many beers have you had?”

  “Lighten up! You’re worse than my mother and Kiley combined. I’ve been taking care of myself for years without your help and I’m sure I’ll continue to be just fine. Jeez, McKade, quit glaring at me like that.” She helped herself to another beer, just to increase his annoyance. “You’re taking all the fun out of tonight. I think, maybe I should just call me a cab and leave you to your veggies.”

  “Christ, Campini! You don’t have to go. Okay, fine. No more lectures. Kill yourself by poisoning your body. See if I care.” He snatched one plate from the cabinet. “This is ready so I’m going to eat. There’s plenty if you want to join me. If not, I’ll drive you home when I’m done.”

  “What if I’m not planning on going home?” She gave in to the tempting smell of his stir-fry but instead of sitting at the table with him, she reclaimed her spot on the counter.

  “Then I guess I’m going out this evening instead of discovering how much pleasure we ca
n share.”

  “That’s not fair. You’re trying to trick me.”

  “I prefer to see it as wishful thinking on my part. If you’re not interested, that’s your choice. I guess once was enough for you today. Surprising really, after last weekend I had the impression that you would demand more than that. When you showed up earlier, I hoped that I was getting another chance to explore every inch of you with my tongue. Guess I was mistaken, huh?”

  “That’s so beyond unfair. That’s more like blackmail.”

  “What? You’re leaving soon. I figured we could do a little mutual indulging before you go. Or do you think enjoying each other over the next two weeks would be too much?”

  “Hmm,” she sounded uncommitted as if she didn’t care one way or the other. “I suppose we could meet up occasionally. After all, I’m sure Kiley will question you on whether you checked up on me like I know she asked you to. Since I’m going to be subjected to your company, I suppose we may as well be naked. I like you better that way anyway.”

  “Does that mean we’re not going out tonight?” He’d finished eating and started cleaning up the dishes.

  When he began to put the remaining food away, she stopped him. “Not so fast. I want some more of that.”

  “You know, it’s really not good for you to gorge yourself either.”

  “Oh shut up! I know I heard you say no more lectures. I didn’t have that much the first time and I only wanted a few more bites. After all, if I don’t eat enough to satisfy your watchful eye, you might not let me have another beer.”

  “How much are you planning on drinking? I think you should tell me so I know if I’m going to need to suppress my lecture on the dangers of getting drunk.”

  “I’m far from drunk, McKade. I’ll show you drunk, if you want to see drunk.” She was furious.

  “I didn’t say I thought you were drunk. I asked if you were planning on getting drunk. There’s a big difference, Campini. You should pay as much attention to the conversations you have instead of just your photography. In fact, you should keep a camera in your hands at all times. It might make it easier for you.”

  “You really can be such an asshole.”

  “You bring it out. I’ve never had any other complaints.”

  “You mean, from your aromatherapy bimbo or from the chickie who taught you how to cook?”

  “Jealous, Pixie Queen? For your information, my parents taught me how to cook.”

  “Jealous! Let me rephrase that to conceited asshole.”

  He leaned against the counter and silently watched her as she paced around the room. “So now what?”

  “Now,” she stomped into the living room, yanking off his tie and shrugging out of his jacket, “You’re going to have to see what you can do to make up for pissing me off like you just did.”

  He caught her in the middle of the room and wrenched her tightly against him. Cupping her ass with both hands, he thoroughly devoured her mouth. “Any ideas on how I could best go about that?”

  “I recall something about my body and your tongue. Perhaps that would be a good way to start.”

  “My pleasure.” He kissed her again before urging her to the floor. “I’ll begin here,” he traced a line along her jaw toward her ear, “and you can give where I go next some thought.”

  “You’re keeping your clothes on?” Alyssa felt her desire grow as he let his tongue wander. Damn, he was good at that. He seemed to know exactly where and how much pressure she liked everywhere he licked.

  “For now, unless you prefer I didn’t.” His hands joined his tongue in caressing her, giving equal attention to both breasts before drifting lower to devour the wetness between her folds. “I can’t believe how perfect your body is, knowing how you treat it. A guy could get addicted to having access to this.”

  “You’re no slouch either, McKade. Why don’t you strip so I can enjoy some skin while you’re doing that?”

  “As you wish, my Queen.” Shane yanked off his clothes and stretched out on his back on the floor. “Why don’t you come here?” he asked, tugging her so her knees straddled his face.

  “Oh I like that idea,” Alyssa declared, burying her fingers in his hair, holding his head in place. “Lick me.”

  “My pleasure,” he chuckled as she lowered herself to his waiting mouth. His hands reached up, clasping her ass, helping to support her as his tongue delved into her wet folds. Shane decided she was the sweetest morsel he’d ever tasted and could happily lap at her cream for hours. The sounds she made as her excitement grew spurred him on.

  “Suck my clit,” Alyssa gasped between moans. Her legs were beginning to tremble.

  Instantly, Shane did as she commanded. He wrapped an arm around her to hold her steady. His other hand slid to her pussy. As his lips fastened around her stiffened nub, he impaled her with two fingers, flexing them to add to her pleasure.

  “God, yes,” she cried, shivering above him.

  Shane curled his fingers, stroking over her sweet spot, sucking her clit harder, flicking it with his tongue. The added stimulation pushed Alyssa over the edge. Her orgasm flooded Shane’s mouth with the sweetness he was beginning to crave.

  He waited, half-holding her up until Alyssa’s muscles functioned again. “Stay there,” he said as he slid from beneath her.

  Moving to kneel behind her, Shane urged her forward until they were at the edge of the chair. He shifted her, cupping her chin, twisting her slightly in order to claim a kiss before positioning her, draped partly on the chair before him.

  “Tell me you want this as much as I do, Pixie Queen,” he panted, rubbing his cock through the wetness on the outside of her folds. “Please. Say it.”

  “Yes. I want this. McKade, give me your cock. Now.” She arched her back, displaying herself more fully.

  That was all the encouragement he needed to plunge his swollen cock deep into her pussy. Steadily he pumped, working his shaft through her silky tightness. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh mixed with sighs of building pleasure as time was suspended.

  “Harder,” Alyssa snapped, pushing back to meet his thrusts.

  Shane surged forward, forcing his cock even deeper as his fingers dug into her hips. “Pix,” he grunted.

  “Oh yeah, that’s it,” she cried, meeting him thrust for thrust. It wasn’t long before the sensation of him filling her completely sent her soaring in ecstasy.

  The feel of Alyssa’s warm pussy squeezing his cock soon had Shane joining her. He held her hips tightly, sealing them together, until he was drained. Then he collapsed on top of her, pinning her to the chair while they both caught their breath.

  Finally Alyssa said, “Come on, McKade. Get up. Let’s go get comfy and do that again.”

  * * * * *

  “What are you watching?” Alyssa strolled out of the bedroom, wearing Shane’s tee shirt.

  “Max’s video. Brett made us each a copy of it. They were on the table when I got up this morning so I guess he dropped them off sometime last night.” Shane motioned for her to sit while he poured her a cup of coffee.

  “He was here?”

  “Apparently.” He handed her Brett’s note with the cup.

  It read, “Noticed the clothes. Again! Didn’t want to disturb you but here are the copies as promised, both of them. Is there something I should know? Call me.”

  Alyssa groaned. “This is turning into a nightmare.”

  “Excuse me?”

  “Not you. I was referring to the fact that Brett now knows I spent the night. Again.”

  “Ah, I hate to break it to you, Pixie but he would have already made the assumption that you were here, whether or not he actually confirmed it. He may not know why you were wearing my tuxedo jacket yesterday but he’s sure to guess that it was some kind of payback. He saw the way I was looking at you and I’m sure my desire was obvious.”

  She almost giggled. “I’d say so.”

  “So, you see, he already had our activities as a forgone conclusio
n. I can guarantee that his teasing won’t be any worse now than it would have been after last weekend.”

  “I guess. I’m just not entirely sure I trust him to keep his mouth shut yet.” She shrugged. “Rewind this. I want to see the whole thing.”

  “Ever heard the word please?”

  She glared for a moment. “Fine. Pleeese, McKade, let me watch the video.” She batted her eyes in an exaggerated way. “Any chance of some leftovers to go with it?”

  “You’re hopeless, absolutely hopeless. Hang on for a second. I have French toast all ready to cook. It’ll only take a minute.”

  “French toast? Real French toast? Not from the toaster? Are you sure you’re not gay?” She followed him to the kitchen and perched on the counter again while he cooked. At his raised eyebrow, she laughed, “Guess I already know the answer to that, huh?”

  “I should hope so. Of course,” he grinned wickedly, “I could always turn this off and give you a little demonstration.”

  “After I eat, that smells too good and I’m hungry.”

  “I see. You’re only interested in my food.”

  “Don’t get so prickly, I’ll get to your body in a little while.” She hopped off the counter and stood behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist. As he worked on breakfast, she nibbled on his back.

  “You better cut that out, Campini,” he whispered harshly when her hands caressed his chest. “I may not be able to finish what I’m doing here if you don’t.”

  Instantly, she stepped away from him. “Sorry, can’t have that.” She chuckled at the expression on his face. “I promise, I’ll get back to you after we eat and watch the video. Did you see all of it?”

  “No, just the first few minutes.” He reached for plates. “I’ll trade you breakfast for a kiss.”

  “Okay,” she readily agreed and placed a quick kiss on his cheek, before grabbing for her plate.