Undercover Lovers (24 page)

“
Yeah, I guess so.” The
smile she'd already learned to anticipate returned to his face.
“That's true. Most things do have a rhythm.” His gaze roamed over
her body, lingering in a few choice locations that liquefied and
tightened under his perusal. “Like good sex.”

“
Very good sex,” she
echoed.

His smile deepened.
“Incredible, fantastic, mind-blowing sex.”

Panic iced her spine and she
leaped to her feet to keep from leaping on
him
. Enough was enough. She whirled
around and grabbed her purse. Without another word, she fled into
the connected bathroom.

She pried out her cell and
checked the time. Nearly five a.m. It had been seven hours since
she’d had that drink. How could she still be feeling the effects?
Even the erection drugs she saw commercials for on TV only warned
of hard-ons lasting more than four hours. But her thighs were
soaked, her nipples taut and sensitive. Just like her clit. If she
hadn’t run for her phone, she’d be mounting Shane even
now.

Probably begging for more
ramming too.

She called Becky, each ring
pumping more fear through her bloodstream. God, she had to pick up.
She needed answers. Clarity would help too. “What was in that
drug?” she demanded the moment Becky answered. “Why am I still
horny?”

Becky's smooth, satisfied
laughter raised the last of Emma's hackles. “Maybe because you're
overdue to get laid?
Really
laid?”

“
Wrong answer. Try
again.”

“
Sweetheart, faking more
orgasms than you actually have isn't a sign of a good sex
life.”

“
Not talking about Ted.
Which is why I called you. I've had sex twice. Twice! I came
before, during and possibly will after if I think about it too
hard. What is wrong with me? Did your concoction permanently alter
my brain chemistry?”

“
Holy shit. Way to go, Emma,
the almighty empress of sex!”

“
You’re missing the point.”
Emma huffed out a breath. “Why do you sound so funny? Were you
asleep? I thought you normally get up at four-thirty to hit the
gym.”

“
Today’s still last night
for me. Besides, I may not need to go to work so early anymore. My
little potion made last night the best night ever. I need to market
that stuff.” She let out a happy sigh. “As for you, no clue what
happened. Maybe you just exploded after years of
denial.”

“
But the drug—”

“
You didn't get the glass
with the drug. I realized after you ran off to apologize to the
stripper you groped. Sorry, I was a little tipsy.” Her giggle
heralded the understatement of the year. “Speaking of tipsy, you
have my ring right? I can’t believe I took it off.”

“
Yeah, it’s safe and sound.
I’m glad you gave it to me. You were a little out of
control.”

“
Just a tad. Not surprising,
since I had the right glass all along. Wowza, did my blend ever
work. I came so hard I think I broke one of my
bedsprings.”

Usually by now Emma would be
turning a nice shade of putrid at yet more proof of Becky’s wild
and crazy sex life. But tonight she’d enjoyed her own slice of wild
and crazy. “I know I drank your drink. I wouldn't have done this
otherwise.”

“
What’s
this
? Letting loose for once?” Becky’s
tone turned conspiratorial. “Who’s the lucky guy? Did you meet
someone at the club?”

 
Emma clutched her
phone. “Do you remember the guy I grabbed?”

“
Oh, hell yeah. The one with
the badge. And the really nice cock.”

“
It looks even better
naked.”

The silence that filled the
line made Emma grin. “No way. No how! You slept with a stripper? A
hot as Hades stripper?”

“
I did. Twice. And I want to
again,” she whispered the last part, staring at the thin door that
separated her from Shane. “So much.”

“
He’s still there? So he
spent the night, which means he’s not the hit and run type. Nice.
So, uh, Em, why are you on the damn phone with me? Go sex that boy
to within an inch of his life.”

Becky did have a
point.

She hung up, her best
friend’s assertions ringing in her ears. Shane was still perched on
the bed when she reentered the bedroom, though he rose as soon as
he saw her. “Maybe we should get you to the hospital.”

“
Hospital? Why?”

“
You've imbibed a suspicious
drug, combined with alcohol. A doctor should damn well know better.
I'd like to wring her neck for doing something so
reckless.”

She walked toward him,
liking this new protective side of his personality. She couldn't
say she found the cop vibe a turn-off, even if part of the reason
she'd slept with a stripper was the inherent bad boy factor. The
drug had given her something to blame for her behavior but she'd
wanted to do exactly what she'd done.

Now it looked as if she had
nothing—and no one—to hold responsible for how she’d acted but
her.

“
Becky said it was a safe
herbal formula, Shane. She wanted to have an incredible night with
her husband-to-be after her bachelorette party. It's just that
nothing's safe with me. That's why I don't drink. Two sips and I'm
loopy.”

He touched her cheekbone. “I
liked you loopy.”

Uh oh.
Her heart fluttered and she pressed her legs together so she
couldn't feel the surge of dampness between her thighs. She should
tell him she hadn’t grabbed Becky’s drink after all but she wasn’t
ready to go there.

“
How come you're not mad at
me for being the wrong woman?”

“
Not one thing about what
happened here tonight was wrong, Emma,” he said, clearly
annunciating her full name. “Honestly, I thought I was
fucked.”

When she cleared her throat,
he laughed. “Okay, doubly fucked.”

She cleared her throat once
more and he laughed again. “I’m serious. Sleeping with a client's
fiancée is career suicide. It’s beyond wrong for a million reasons.
But I couldn't stop myself. You're so beautiful and funny and
straightforward and I wanted to be close to you. I didn't care what
happened after.”

Straightforward she would
accept. But the rest? Beautiful? Funny?
Her
? She considered herself socially
inept and moderately attractive. But Shane wasn't bullshitting her.
She could hear the sincerity in every word he spoke.

“
Sounds like you were the
one drugged,” she said, pushing her wayward hair out of her face.
“You'll be disappointed when daylight arrives and you see my frizzy
curls and my old-fashioned underwear and worst of all, that I have
more freckles than curves. Soft lighting hides a lot.”

“
You’re unique. Every part
of you. God, I want you again.” He dropped his forehead against
hers. “Tell me it’s not just me who feels this way. Tell me you
feel it too, Emma.”

Emma sucked in a breath.
“You know, it feels like this is growing strings by the
minute.”

“
You’re against
strings?”

“
With the men I’ve been
involved with? Yes. With you…”

“
With me?” he
prompted.

Better she not address that
question right now. They barely knew each other. Granted, that had
been a big part of his appeal. “Sleeping with a stripper is the
naughtiest thing I’ve ever done.”

His lips brushed over hers
in one silky stroke. She shuddered. “And you’re not ready for the
naughty to end, are you?”

Emma didn’t answer. She
didn’t want to talk anymore.

“
Sure you don’t want to go
to the hospital and get checked out?”

She shook her head. “No
need. I don’t think it’s working anymore.”

If she hadn’t actually taken
the drug, clearly some sort of placebo effect had taken place. Now
that it had worn off, there was no way she’d be able to light up
his night like she had earlier. Which meant she needed to warn
him.

“
Shane, normally I’m the
type who just kind of…” Oh God, how humiliating. “Lies
there.”

“
And thinks of England?”
Instead of seeming put off, Shane smiled more broadly against her
mouth. She loved that she could feel and hear his smile. The warmth
of it made her shivery all over. He drew the shoulder of her top
down and skimmed his lips over her skin. “I’d love to see you
try.”

Her nipples drew tight and
hard. She’d believed Becky’s magic elixir had magnified her earlier
desire but obviously that wasn’t the case. In mere moments, she’d
again be on her back in his bed, toes pointed skyward, begging him
to take her. Hard, fast. Deep. Just as he’d taken her both times
before without any coaching.

“
Lose those clothes,” he
murmured, already shedding his own.

But she didn’t move. She
watched him get naked, silhouetted by the fading moonlight, her
mouth getting drier and drier. Funny thing that, because all the
liquid in her body seemed to have pooled in her pussy. One soft
command from him and she became willing and needy and so
wet.

No man had affected her so
strongly. She knew she should be frightened now that she couldn’t
blame supposed chemical enhancements but instead she felt freer and
happier than she’d ever been.

Without speaking, she pulled
her top over her head and sent it flying. She eagerly dispatched
her skirt and hated bra and panties—she intended to burn them, even
if they were the most comfy set she owned—and then she was standing
nude in front of him, her palms traveling up his chiseled torso
while his heart kick-started under her lips. His breathing
stuttered when she sucked one of his nipples between her teeth and
she smiled, thrilled beyond belief that she could arouse such a
sexy guy.

“
I ache for you, Emma,” he
whispered, tangling his hands in her hair. “Beautiful, funny,
straightforward Emma.”

Before she could reply, he
dragged her mouth to his and set about kissing her so thoroughly
her mind simply turned off. Lips rubbing, tongue seeking, he
slanted his mouth over hers and took her under.

Desperate to be close, she
arched against him, grinding the curves of her body up against the
hard angles of his. There was one hard angle she sought
particularly, the one that stood away from his groin and felt so
steely in her palm when she gripped it.

“
Harder,” he gritted out,
his voice barely audible. She savored his groan as her fingers slid
up and down his length. “Stroke me harder.”

Refusing to get nervous, she
obeyed. She wouldn’t hurt him. Just because she’d had that
unfortunate experience one time when she’d tried to give Ted the
kind of hand job he wanted didn’t mean she wasn’t good at
them—

“
Ouch.”

Then again…

“
Sorry,” she muttered,
realizing she’d dug her nails into sensitive flesh. “Need to
concentrate.” 

“
No, what you need to do is
relax.” He kissed her again, slowly, deeply. Her worries spun apart
like cotton candy, insubstantial and unimportant. He drew a single
fingertip down the center of her body, blazing a fiery path. “I’ll
slip you a drug of my own.”

His wicked tone made her
laugh. “What drug is that?”

“
This.” He urged her closer
to the bed and pushed her backward, sweeping her legs out from
under her. He followed her down to the mattress, his mouth
traveling along her collarbone and up her neck to her ear. “The
drug of you and me, together.”

Kinda cheesy but sweet just
the same.

Smiling, she reached down to
close her hand around his shaft. Somehow he felt even thicker than
he’d been just a moment ago. When she looked up and caught him
staring between their bodies, she knew he was watching her pale
fingers caress his erection. She picked up the pace, adding a bit
of pressure as she slipped her other hand between his
legs.

His gasp at her hesitant
touch emboldened her to trace his balls with her fingertips. Such
delicious weight to them. How would they feel against her tongue?
His scent surrounding her, his pleasure completely under her
control.

“
Soft touch here,” she
murmured, savoring the feel of his sac in her palm, “but hard
here,” she said, pulling on his cock. “Right?”

“
Yes.” Then when she gripped
his erection tighter, another grunt. “God, yes.”

She used his exhalations as
her guide, slowing down when he seemed too close, speeding up when
his tension lessened. He went back to kissing her neck, his rapid
breaths scorching her neck in between licks and sucks. His tongue
swirled over her pulse point, toyed with her ear, slid along her
jaw. When he pressed his thighs more tightly against hers, trapping
her between the furnace of his body and the bed, she didn’t shy
away from the contact. Instead she reared up and crushed her
sensitive breasts to his chest as she seized his mouth with her
own.

Unable to wait any longer,
she reached for a condom from the stash he’d left beneath his
pillow. His abdomen quivered under her touch. Good. She didn’t want
to be the only one shaking. She fumbled as she sheathed him,
startling as his sure fingers took over the task. Then he was
dipping those fingers into her pussy, sliding them along her
swollen flesh, readying her for his entrance. He stroked her clit
with his thumb, holding it there while he pushed into her in a
slow, endless grind. All the while his gaze remained on her face,
as if he were gauging her response.