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Chapter 21

Dante coughed, the ability to think rationally lost somewhere in between the words "get off" and "watch." His eyes were transfixed on the gorgeous woman standing not even two feet away from him. His eyes were level with her stomach, her low-rise pants giving him a tantalizing view of the curve of her hips, her bared belly button, a tiny peek of what looked to be pink panties underneath. He wanted to rip them off and bury himself inside of her. His eyes moved back up to the tease of perfect skin he saw in between the parted sides of her shirt and a barely there bra hiding breasts and nipples that he desperately wanted in his mouth, against his skin. When his eyes moved higher still to her face, he wondered if she realized her cheeks were flushed. He reached out to try to pull her closer but she stepped further away. And…did he just growl?

"Take off the pants, Detective. Then maybe I'll take you for a ride."

Her words shot straight to his groin as he felt his cock start to harden against said pants. Pants that were now way too tight.

"Do you know how sexy you are when you give orders?"

She smiled. "So…Take." She slid the sleeves of her shirt down her arms. "Them." She slid it the rest of the way off her body. Threw it at him. "Off."

He took a deep breath in as the shirt landed on his lap. Jesus Christ. The mixture between shyness and brazenness on her face was both fucking hot and completely endearing at the same time. He rose from the couch slowly, his eyes raking her body as an intense need filled him. He had the feeling he could die and would still need this woman. His gaze never wavered from hers when he yanked off his belt and threw it to the ground. Not when he kicked off his shoes nor when he bent lower to pull off his socks.

"I think I need some help," he said after standing back up straight.

"With what?"

"Taking them off," he teased.

"Please," she scoffed.

He undid the button on his pants, lowered the zipper carefully over his straining erection, some of the pressure immediately easing. Then he let his hands fall to his sides. "You'll need to do the rest."

She lifted her eyebrows at that. "No."

A silent battle seemed to be exchanged between them, part of him wanting to do exactly as she said, the other part wanting to get the upper hand, to have her underneath him, begging and screaming his name. He fought back a sigh as he gave in, his hands pushing the pants down his legs before he stepped out of them. He didn't miss the look of triumph that flashed over Lulu's face.

"Boxers too," she added.

He started to pull them down but froze when he saw her slide her pants down her legs. She shifted her feet and kicked them off to the side, leaving her in just her pink lacy bra and panties. He felt his cock jump, his mouth water. She was absolute perfection. Everything about her.

She walked back over to him, stood about a foot in front of him. Something passed between them when their eyes locked this time, when she lifted her hands and started unbuttoning his shirt. He didn't know what it was but he felt his heart kick hard against his chest, felt the air thicken. Nothing existed for him except for her. She'd get what she wanted, he'd do what she wanted, but he'd have this, he thought as he dragged her against him, trapping her hands between them, his mouth coming down hard and insistent over hers. There was no need to coax a response from her. She met every demanding thrust of his tongue, every slant of his mouth, with one of her own. His hands were pressed into her back, slowly made their way up until they ended up framing her face as they pulled apart. She blinked a couple of times, the little flecks of green in her hazel eyes seeming to swirl.

"You always do that," she whispered.

"What?" he asked, his voice strained, his whole body wanting her pressed up against him again.

"Make it so I can't think straight."

He smiled. "You have no idea."

She looked a little disgruntled but her lips reluctantly lifted and she took a deep breath. "No more stalling. The rest of it," she said with a nod and a gesture towards his open shirt and boxers.

"Yes, ma'am." He slipped the shirt off his shoulders and threw it to the side while she sat down on the table in front of the couch. He became temporarily distracted by the view he had looking down on her breasts, could see her nipples poking out through the skimpy fabric. He had to force himself to swallow and then he discarded his boxers, his cock immediately jutting up towards his midsection. He saw her chew at her lower lip for a moment before dragging her eyes back up to his face.

"Do it." Her voice was a little breathless and he let out a strangled laugh.

"I want you naked first. And that's not a request."

She narrowed her eyes a little, then shrugged. Her hands moved to behind her back. Seconds later, the bra was all but forgotten as it was added to the pile on the floor. She stood up from the table only long enough to slip the panties down her legs and off, leaving her gloriously naked. His balls tightened and his cock throbbed. Pulse pounding, he watched as her lips parted, her gaze on his hand that he had gripped around the base of his shaft. He stroked up in a hard, rough motion, then down. He heard her intake of breath and he tried to keep the curses going off in his head from making their way out of his lips. He didn't want to get off by his fucking hand. He wanted her heat surrounding him, the tight walls of her sex squeezing the life out of him.

"Spread your legs," he demanded, knowing his voice was harsh but he couldn't help it. Control was a very thin thread, and no person, no single thing, had ever seemed to test it the way Lulu Spencer did.

She seemed to debate before finally spreading her legs wide, giving him an unobstructed view of her sex.

"Fuck," he muttered under his breath and his hand picked up the pace in working his cock. He could feel the moisture at the tip. When he imagined it was her body surrounding the length of him, he felt himself swell even more. He could have sworn he felt the blood rushing through his veins. Hunger beat at him when he saw the glistening folds and pale curls at her opening.

"This is turning you on." He had to force each word out of his mouth. She couldn't deny it. He was close, but at the same time release seemed impossible this way. He turned desperate eyes on Lulu. "Touch yourself." That flush reappeared on her cheeks. "Please," he groaned. After another few moments of hesitation, she slipped a finger inside of her and a soft sound he could barely make out escaped her lips when a second finger joined the first and starting sliding in and out. Fucking hell. "Come here," he pleaded hoarsely, sweat breaking out on his forehead as his hand stilled on his cock.

She drew both of her lips inward, her fingers withdrawing from the place Dante wanted to be firmly planted for at least the foreseeable future. She slid from the table down to the floor on her knees, crawled the short distance over towards him and stopped until she was between his legs and pressed against the couch. Her hair fell in waves, brushed against her breasts. Her eyes appeared clouded, or maybe that was just because his vision was starting to blur. On a ragged breath, he reached down and grabbed her hand, bringing it to his mouth and slipping the two fingers that had been inside of her into his mouth, tasting her. She gasped when he sucked on them gently.

"I thought I was calling the shots here." Her voice was unsteady. He released her hand and it fell against his lap, but not where he wanted it the most. He couldn't respond, only managed something that sounded like a grunt.

She leaned forward, her hair brushing against his thighs, sending unexpected shockwaves coursing through him. When her tongue licked off the moisture from the head of his cock, his hips jerked upwards, forcing his erection to push through her parted lips. She jumped slightly, as if startled. A low moan emitted from her throat, but she didn't pull back. If anything, her mouth seemed to clamp harder around him. A fast and steady burn started to build inside of him as her mouth and tongue worked magic on him. His balls drew up tight and just when he thought he was going to come, her mouth left him. She stared up at him, her breathing hard, his already mostly in pants.

"I changed my mind. I want to get you off." With that, she took him in her mouth again, as far as he could go until he felt himself touching the back of her throat.

"Jesus…Jesus…Lulu." His hands settled on her cheeks. He could feel each sucking motion, and he thought he was going to die from the pleasure of her. His cock slipped out of her mouth again but only because she abandoned it to draw her tongue down the sensitive skin on the underside, then lower until her teeth scraped against his tight sacs.

"Goddamn it…Fuck…I'm going to come," he warned her, the words more than strained. She closed her mouth back over him just as he erupted, his whole body jerking as his cock pulsed his release into her throat. Her fingernails dug into his upper thighs, that bite of pain along with the mouth and tongue that continued to work over the length of him drawing out his orgasm even longer. She didn't pull back until the last shudder left his body and he felt like he had literally poured his life into her. He could feel every pounding beat of his heart, feel the blood rushing in his ears. And the look of raw emotion, mixed with both satisfaction and uncertainty he saw on Lulu's face as she stared back up at him was nearly his undoing. He moved forward enough so his hands could grip her waist. He lifted her up and then forward until her knees were straddling his legs on the couch.

"So fucking beautiful." She made a move to try to sink down on him but he lifted her higher, then slid his hands around to cup her ass. The very center of her was mere inches from his mouth. "So fucking mine," he growled and then he pulled her down and his tongue stabbed deep into her hot, wet sex.

Lulu cried out at the unexpected yet welcome invasion of his tongue into her core. Her knees fell partly on his shoulders, partly against the couch cushions, the hands gripping her buttocks primarily the only thing keeping her remotely stable. Desire thrummed, need dug claws into every inch of her body. She burned. She ached. She throbbed. She still felt the taste of him in her mouth, remembered what he felt like between her lips. She whimpered when his tongue dragged up and down the entire length of her sex, teasing circles around her swollen clit. So fucking mine. The words he had spoken moments ago flashed through her scrambled thoughts. He had no idea. No idea just how true that was. His tongue continued to taste, to torment, to lick, to suck the sensitive walls and folds of her drenched sex. Her legs shook as she felt the signs of her impending orgasm, forcing herself down harder against his face. He groaned but didn't let up. When his tongue finally curled around her clit and then tapped against it repeatedly, teeth biting down and sucking it into his mouth, she absolutely shattered. Her thighs clenched around his face as she felt herself clamping down around his tongue, her hands pulling at his hair. She vaguely heard herself scream out his name while he lapped up every bit of her release. And yet, long moments later she still throbbed with a dull ache. How could she still need him?

She didn't even have a chance to recover before his hands were at her hips again. He lowered her the rest of the way down his body. She expected him to lower her onto his erection but he stood up instead, holding her in his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs around his waist. She felt him shift her in his arms until his cock was nudging her opening and then suddenly he was pushing inside of her. She moaned, the sound caught by his lips as they settled over hers. Her hands moved up to run through his hair. She loved the way the soft strands felt between her fingers, loved the way their mouths and tongues tangled together, loved how completely full and taken she felt with him inside of her.

He lowered her onto the table, his mouth not breaking free from hers, his cock not slipping from the confines of her body. He pushed harder, deeper, until he couldn't go any farther. She felt almost unbearably full, her body a hot wire ready to go off. She was too far gone to care about the uncomfortable table underneath her back. Her legs locked around him as she rocked against his thrusts. His mouth left hers to press against her neck, his tongue teasing her skin. He rotated his hips against her in a way that had him pushing against a spot that immediately sent her into a mini-orgasm.

"Oh God...Dante..." she moaned. "Right there."

"Here?" he ground out against her neck, and he repeated the movement. Her hips bucked and she cried out when he did it again…and then again, catapulting her into a full-fledged, mind-blowing, full-body orgasm that went on and on.

"Lulu…" Her name from his lips was a whispered groan…and then a shout when she felt the hot liquid rush of his release inside of her as her walls clamped down on him, milking him of every drop. Her breath came in gasps, the sensations overwhelming and consuming. How was this possible? How was each and every time with him more and more intense? Even the times when he wasn't physically near, he was inside of her.

She had no idea how much time had passed. Just remembered closing her eyes and savoring the feel of his body against hers.

"My ears are ringing," she mumbled, her eyes fluttering open. He was staring down at her, a confused look on his face.

Then, "Shit. That's my phone."

She sighed when he pushed himself off her and stood up. He fell back down against the couch as he fumbled with his pants on the floor, searching the pockets. He came out with his cell phone and brought it to his ear.

"Falconeri."

She smiled at the roughness in his voice as she propped herself up on her elbows.

But then she was filled with a sense of trepidation when she saw Dante's whole demeanor change in an instant. His body tensed, his face hardened, and she knew she'd seen that look before. It was never followed by good news.

"I'm on my way," he said and the words sounded distant. She wrapped her arms around herself when he cursed and looked up at her. He seemed to struggle for what he wanted to say, but she just shook her head.

"It's him, isn't it?"

He nodded curtly, his eyes softening when he looked at her.

"What happened?" Though she suspected she knew.

"There's another victim."

She nodded slowly, felt a stab of pain. Her eyes closed. What a difference even just a minute could make, she thought dimly. Because now all she felt was cold.