Hi friends! This one-shot and its title were inspired by the song "Dress" from Taylor Swift. It's my own take on a potential date night and it is just pure fun. It's full of sweetness and fluff and lots of smutty goodness that is not super explicit, but probably not for young eyes. I hope you enjoy!
When Hailey opens her apartment door she has to bite her lip at the sight of him to hold back the moan that threatens to slip out from the back of her throat. He's dressed to the nines in all black from his collared button down to his slacks to the shoes on his feet. His hair isn't gelled back in its usual form, rather wavy and messy, but sexily so, and she fights the urge to step forward and run a hand through it.
She's seen him dressed nicely before. Seen him decked out in his blues and medals, wearing a suit like only he can, but the way he's looking right now sends a rush of heat through her. Because all those times before he was just her partner, but not hers. Now he's her everything. Now she gets to go out on the town with him on her arm as more than anything else they have ever been and what's more, is now she'll end the night with him in her bed.
She's so distracted with eyeing him up and down that she doesn't realize he's doing the same to her. She's never really been the conceited type or one for egos, but she can't blame him when she notices the way his eyes darken or how the apple of his throat bobs up and down from swallowing too hard. She knows she looks good.
She's got on a slinky little dark red dress with thin straps over her shoulders that ends right above her knees. The top of it is cut just low enough to allow a hint of cleavage and most of her slender legs are encased in a pair of nearly knee high boots that add a few inches to her shorter height. She doesn't put on a full face of makeup too often given their line of work, but it's date night and she's pulled out all the stops. A red lip to match her dress, the perfect tints of shadow and liner to bring out her bright blue eyes, her dirty blonde hair hanging freely around her shoulders in tussled waves.
"Wow," Jay breathes out as he gives her another once over from top to bottom then back up again to meet her eyes. "Hailey, you look incredible."
"You look pretty nice yourself. No hair gel though? You feeling okay?" She teases as she lifts the back of her hand to his forehead for added measure.
He just grins back at her as she drops her hand and then she notices the flowers in his.
"You didn't," she drawls out.
"Of course I did," he tells her as he hands a bouquet of a dozen red roses out to her and she takes them from him slowly, almost hesitantly.
"And what is the special occasion if I may ask?"
"I need a reason to get my girlfriend flowers?" He counters, a smirk on his face that makes her want to roll her eyes and kiss him senseless at the same time.
She tilts her head and stares at him for a moment, a bit of shyness coming out as she smiles up at him. "I guess not. They're beautiful. Thank you."
He doesn't miss the way her voice softens and her eyes linger on the long stem roses in her hands or the way she closes her eyes while sniffing at them slowly, smiling widely now as she breathes in their wonderful scent. He wonders if anyone has ever given her flowers before, just because, and he makes a mental note to do it for her again and do it often.
She's still grinning when she opens her eyes and he wants to tell her she's welcome, that she deserves flowers for no reason, that they'll never be as beautiful to him as she is.
He takes a quick step towards her instead, raises his hand to hold the side of her face and presses his lips against hers in a slow kiss. She returns it instantly, her free hand finding its way to the belt loops around his waist and she holds him against her, allowing herself a few moments to melt into him.
He pulls back slightly, brushing his lips over hers once, then twice more before they separate. She's smiling again and it's one of his favorite sights, making everything inside him flutter in that way he thinks he's only ever heard about in movies.
She nods her head towards the kitchen, pulling the door open wider when she realizes they're still standing in the doorway of her apartment, and he steps inside.
"Let me take care of these and then we can go," she tells him.
He nods back as he closes the door behind him and watches her saunter off to the kitchen. His previous thought of whether she's ever been gifted flowers before is all, but confirmed as he sees her scrunch her face in curiosity, bottom lip pulled between her teeth, as she searches her kitchen for what he assumes is a vase of some kind.
She sets the flowers on the counter and starts opening cabinets, having an ah-ha moment when she spots a porcelain pitcher sitting on the very top shelf above her stove.
She looks over her shoulder, eyes searching for him, but he's already behind her ready to assist and a knowing smirk on his face. She knows there's some combination of teasing words about her being short sitting on the tip of his tongue.
He doesn't say a word though as he side steps around her, his hand landing on her waist out of habit from all the times they've cooked and cleaned together in her kitchen. He reaches for the pitcher easily enough and then hands it off to her.
"Thank you," she says with a softer smile now. She fills the pitcher with water and sets it on the counter before she reaches for the flowers and places them inside the dish carefully. "Not exactly a vase, but it'll do the job until I get a real one."
Jay smiles at her as she positions the pitcher in the center of the counter, her eyes lingering once again on the dark red petals for a few seconds, and then she's looking back up at him.
"Ready?"
Jay nods once more and she grabs her favorite black leather jacket that hangs over the back of her couch, slipping it on as they make their way out of her apartment.
They head down the hall and as they wait for the elevator Jay reaches down between them and laces their fingers together. Hailey glances down at their joined hands, then looks up at him, but he's already staring back at her, soft eyes and a smile on his face that seems to be a permanent fixture as of late. She feels him squeeze her fingers tight against his and she gives a couple back as the elevator dings and the doors slide open.
They enter the elevator car and Jay presses the button for the lobby before he leans back into the corner and uses their still joined hands to pull Hailey into him. He drops her hand only to wrap an arm around her shoulders while she winds one of her own around his back. He tightens his hold on her and she tilts her head up just as he leans his down to capture her lips with his again.
It becomes a slow and steady duel of lips, but it's not nearly enough time to kiss him the way she's wanted to since she opened her apartment door and saw him standing in front of her looking like some sexy model from the cover of some magazine.
It's only sixty seconds down to the lobby, but it's filled with teasing kisses and gentle caresses of his fingers against her neck and she wonders for a moment if they should even leave her apartment and instead go back upstairs and fall into her bed.
The car comes to a stop on the ground floor and dings again, and Jay unravels his arms from around her small frame. When the doors open he reaches for her hand again and their fingers twine together almost on their own.
"We're still going out," he says to her, leaning in and dropping a kiss to her hair. He lingers for a moment to whisper, "But don't think we're not continuing that when we get back from dinner."
She looks over at him with a raised eyebrow, wondering for a moment if she had said what she was thinking out loud or if he just knows her that well. She settles on the latter as he stares back at her, eyes dark again like they were when he was checking her out upstairs.
He leads her out to his truck parked on the street and when he reaches for the passenger side door and pulls it open for her, she smiles at him.
"Such a gentleman," she comments.
"You'd kick my ass if I did this during shift so date night is the only time I can do it," he says and she laughs knowing he's right.
He waits for her to get seated and closes the door with a quiet thud before going around to the other side to hop into the driver's seat.
"You never told me where we're going," Hailey says as they buckle in and he starts the engine.
"And I'm not going to. It's a surprise," Jay says with a wink and she just stares at him with suspicious eyes.
"You know I hate surprises."
He nods. "I do. You love mine though."
She smiles again because it's true. He's always surprising her in some way. Usually the smallest of ways. Ways that most people wouldn't even think twice on or question from a significant other. Ways that show he cares, that he's paying attention, that he loves her.
The way he knows her coffee order from a local cafe a block over from her apartment even though she's pretty certain she's never actually told him what her order is, he just knows. Knows her.
The way she had only ever eaten a Snickers bar in front of him once, but she'd later confessed they were her favorite sweet treat and the next day there was a bag of mini sized bars of the candy in the top drawer of her desk.
The way he always takes a layer of her paperwork pile even when he's already finished his so they can leave together after a long day on the job.
The way he always goes left for her in whatever they do even though instinct tells him to go right - holding hands, leaning in to kiss her or hug her or anything else.
The way he never raises his voice with her, not since the first time he'd done it several years ago and not now after being with her and learning about her past.
It's been a couple weeks since that night when she was sure this thing between them was ending, that he was going to leave, but he'd given her the biggest surprise of her life. The best surprise.
He said they'd figure it out. That he wasn't going anywhere. He stayed.
And when she woke up the next morning he was sleeping beside her, arms tight around her body and holding her close against him with his face buried in her neck. As cliche as she thinks it might be, she's not sure she has ever slept as well as she does as when he's in bed next to her.
"You good?"
He snaps her out of the trance she's fallen into and she catches him looking over at her with concern in his eyes as they sit at a stop light.
She smiles at him and nods, extending her arm with the palm of her hand facing up over the center console. He grabs her hand wordlessly and brings it to his lips to press a soft kiss to the back of it. It's so simple, but the sweetness of it makes her stomach flip.
Hailey settles back against her seat, feeling Jay's fingers squeeze against hers as the light turns green and he drives them through an intersection.
One squeeze, then a second, then a third like always. Or at least since that night when it became their new thing. A different way to say I love you because he knew what those words had meant to her for so long.
And she always squeezes back twice. So much.
It's not as if they don't say the words out loud now that they've been spoken, but it's a way that somehow means more to her than the words themselves. Not because of what they mean or how sweet the silent gesture is, but because of who it's coming from.
It's something that is completely them. Something that is only for them.
The drive continues in comfortable silence for a little while longer until Jay pulls off down a side street and parks the truck in an empty spot off the corner.
Hailey turns her head to look out the window, a bright red neon sign of a steakhouse reflecting off the glass, and she turns back to face Jay. "Are we going to – "
He smiles back almost sheepishly and nods his head. "You mentioned it the other week, briefly, but I took note. Figured our first official date night should be here."
It's another surprise. One that has her grinning and shaking her head at the same time in complete disbelief, and then she pulls her seatbelt off and leans over the console. She grabs the collar of his shirt and pulls him towards her almost roughly and crashes her lips against his.
It's nothing like the kiss in the doorway of her apartment or the slow make-out of the elevator. It's a rush and it's needy, and it reminds her of the first night they fell into her bed together. As if they couldn't kiss one another fast enough.
She brushes the tip of her tongue against his bottom lip and he's quick to open his mouth to her as they deepen the kiss. His hands go to her hair and the back of her neck and hers fist the front of his shirt, holding him as close to her as the console between them and his still fastened seatbelt will allow.
She's mid-moan that turns to a grunt of disappointment when he pulls back to look at her, both nearly panting and Hailey glancing between his eyes and his lips.
"I was enjoying that," she breathes out.
He looks at her with familiar dark eyes, a smirk playing on his face. "Me too, but if you kiss me again like you just did the only place we'll make it to is the backseat."
"Ugh, you make that sound like such a bad thing," she groans out as he pulls away from her and she releases her hold on his shirt as she settles back in her seat.
He shakes his head at her before he unbuckles his seatbelt and gets out of the truck, and then points over at her. "Don't you dare touch that handle, Upton."
She rolls her eyes, but there's a tiny smile on her face as she watches him walk around the front of the truck. He opens her door and extends a hand to her and she grabs onto it as she gets down from the cab.
"Come on. I know how you get when you're hungry," he tells her as he closes the door and wraps an arm around her shoulders.
She leans into his side and snakes an arm around his waist, then tilts her head up to whisper, "Ya know, I'm starving, but not for food."
She's not quite sure what it is that has suddenly made her so feral for him tonight, but it's as if she can't get enough of him. Everything he does for her and the way he looks at her like she's hung the moon and the stars combined. It's all consuming.
It should probably scare her just how much she loves this man, how much she wants him always, but it just makes her grin like an idiot instead.
"Hailey," he groans, knocking his head back and squeezing her against him. "You're killing me."
"You started it."
"How exactly did I do that? You're the one kissing me like your life depends on it in the truck," he teases.
"You kissed me back just the same. And you started it by being sweet and charming and sexy in my apartment."
"Sweet and charming and sexy, huh?"
She rolls her eyes at him again as they continue to walk the short ways up the sidewalk to the restaurant. "I should have known that would go right to your head."
"You have no idea," he mutters and the way he looks over at her tells her he's not talking about an ego boost.
She looks back at him with another perfectly raised eyebrow and then nods to the door of the restaurant a few feet away from them.
"Final offer. You sure you wanna eat out?" She says with a smirk as she looks him up and down, and he groans again.
"You can't say things like that to me right now."
"What? I was talking about dinner," she says with a feign of innocence, but there's still some tease in her tone and smile.
When she takes a step away from him, Jay can swear she gives an extra sway of her hips on purpose as she walks ahead of him and reaches for the door of the restaurant. All he can do is shake his head at her again as he trails after and follows her inside.
The restaurant isn't too crowded so they only wait a couple minutes before a friendly hostess comes to collect them and leads them through the dining room. She brings them to a table set for two against a back wall that allows them to sit side by side instead of across from one another and leaves them with a promise of a server being over soon.
As she pulls off her jacket and sets it over the back of her chair, Hailey wonders for a moment if sitting so close to him is a good idea given the fact that all she wants to do is touch him. The way his eyes meet hers for a single second as they settle back in their seats makes her think he's having the same thought as her.
She glances around the room, taking in the artwork hanging on the walls, and how the dim light and candlelit tables set the room in a romantic glow that has her stomach flipping again.
She almost wants to pinch herself to make sure she's not dreaming because here she is, at a quaint little restaurant having dinner with Jay Halstead. But he's not just her partner and they're not just unwinding after a long case. Now he's her boyfriend. The one she can't wait to go home with at the end of shift. The one she can't seem to spend enough time with even though they spend quite literally every day together.
"You like it?" She hears him ask beside her.
She turns her head from thinking about him and them, and the look in his eyes that she's met with makes her think he's been staring at her since they sat down.
"Yeah," Hailey says with a grin. "It's nice and cozy, and the food smells incredible. The company's not too bad either."
He returns her smile with a charming one of his own before he leans over and drops a kiss to the side of her head.
A waitress appears at their table a moment later to hand them some menus and take their drink order and Hailey doesn't miss the way her eyes linger a little longer than they should on Jay. She can't exactly blame the girl. He is pretty nice to look at and Hailey knows she has nothing to worry about, not like that and not with Jay, but still, something begins to bubble up inside the blonde that resembles that of a little green monster.
"I think you have an admirer," Hailey tells him when the waitress walks away. She looks down at the menu in her hands, but she can still feel his eyes on her.
"What?" She asks without looking up.
He leans in towards her, his face so close to hers now that she's sure if she tilted her head just slightly her lips would land on his.
"You're not jealous, are you Hailey?"
She lifts her eyes to meet his and is met with that smoldering look that he's been giving her since he arrived at her apartment and suddenly she feels a little too warm.
"What do I have to be jealous about? You're coming home with me," she says simply as they maintain an almost dangerous level of eye contact.
He's smirking now, eyes still on hers, and then her heartbeat quickens when his hand lands on her upper thigh. She swallows back the moan she so desperately wants to breathe out as the tips of his fingers drag over the thin material of her dress. She raises an eyebrow at him, almost daringly, but he just winks at her and presses his lips into her hair again. He leans back in his seat and squeezes her thigh before pulling back his hand and picking up his menu.
The waitress returns a few moments later with their drinks on a tray and looks directly at Jay when she asks if they're ready to order as if Hailey isn't sitting right there next to him.
And before she can think twice Hailey puts on a playful grin and lifts her hand to the back of Jay's head to run her fingers through his short hair. "Yeah, babe, what did you decide on?"
He knows what she's doing as soon as he hears the words leave her mouth. They're not one of those couples that uses terms of endearment too often in public and certainly not while on the job. They save those soft moments for when it's just them, when they're tangled together between the sheets or cuddled together on one of their couches watching Netflix.
Her words and very public display of affection seem to have done what they were intended for as the waitress looks at Hailey, mouth slightly parted, and the poor girl nearly stutters as she addresses Hailey and takes her order first before she looks over at Jay.
"And for you sir?" She asks in a more professional tone now and without an accompanying grin of flirtation.
"Ya know what? What she said sounds great. I'll have the same as my girl," he tells her as he glances over at Hailey who just smiles while reaching for the glass of wine in front of her and taking a sip. The waitress nods once and then she's gone again.
"Your girl?" Hailey asks as she sets her glass down and looks over at him.
He hums out a response, smirk still in place and growing wider as he moves a hand back under the table towards her. He places it on her exposed knee and she lets out a tiny gasp from the feel of his fingers on her so suddenly. His thumb brushes over her skin slowly, his eyes set on hers and she stares back at him with mirroring affection.
She breaks their eye contact and takes a deep breath as she reaches for her wine glass again, needing to focus on something other than his hand on her, but then his fingers start trailing over her knee and moving up her thigh.
"You're not playing fair," she whispers over the rim of her glass.
"And you were totally jealous," he says.
There's a low grunt of annoyance that comes from her that only he can hear and he can't help the lighthearted laugh that rolls through him. It's just them in the corner, the next nearest dinner party three tables away in the middle of their own conversations, and the dim lighting only acts as an accomplice to their unbridled behavior.
She's never been this brazen, not in public, but the way he's touching her under the table and the way his eyes reflect off the candlelight has her turning her body towards him. His hand drifts further up her thigh, the tips of his fingers sneaking under the hemline of her dress and drawing circles over her skin.
He watches her as she swallows hard, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth, and his fingers move further up the inside of her leg, kneading her flesh against the palm of his hand.
Hailey shifts again in her seat, leaning closer to him and needing more of his touch, and then the tips of his fingers are ghosting over the front of her panties. She clears her throat so as not to moan out and give the entire dining room any indication to what is currently happening below the surface of their table.
She reaches for her wine again as his fingers move back and forth, teasing her over the lace of her panties, his fingers drawing indecipherable patterns over the fabric, and a simultaneous rush of heat and adrenaline hit her.
"Jay," she hisses out lowly through gritted teeth. She tilts her head to look at him, but he's still smirking at her, looking like a cat who just got the canary.
He leans his head over her shoulder, his lips right below her ear, and then he's sneaking a finger below lace as he whispers, "There's nothing like dinner and a good show."
She shoots out a hand under the table and places it over his above her dress as he continues his movements with his fingers, and her chest starts to heave as the tension builds inside of her. She wiggles in her seat, wanting, needing more friction of some kind, but then he removes his fingers and pulls his hand from under her dress as the waitress appears to check on them.
"We need the check," Hailey bites out looking up at the girl. "Now."
The girl immediately leaves the table and Jay lets out a laugh, tipping his head back in amusement, before looking over at Hailey.
"What about dinner?"
"Screw dinner," she bites out as she stands from her chair and pulls on her jacket. "Let's go."
He shakes his head, a knowing smile plastered on his face, but he pulls a couple bills from his wallet to cover their drinks and the food they've ordered, and drops them to the table. He knows she won't wait for the waitress to return.
He stands from the table and Hailey grabs his hand to lead them out of the restaurant.
"You're terrible," she huffs out as they walk down the sidewalk, but the look on her face tells him she's anything, but mad.
They're just about to reach the truck when she turns to the right and pulls him down an empty half lit alleyway.
"The truck is over there, Hails," he tells her, pointing over his shoulder.
"Shut up," she growls out before she turns around to face him and pushes him back against a brick wall before attaching her lips to his in a hard kiss.
He grins against her lips as his hands fall to her waist and hers wind around his neck to the back of his head. She opens her mouth to him, her tongue finding his, and he groans against her mouth when she bites down hard on his lip.
They've had sex before, they've moved fast and pulled off clothes in a hurry, but it's never been as animalistic and needy as it is right now with her pressed against him in some dark downtown alley.
He pulls his lips from hers and turns them around quickly, pressing her against the brick wall with his body as he begins an assault on her neck. He drags his teeth and tongue over her skin and she tilts her head back to allow him more access to her throat.
"And if someone sees us?" He asks through heavy breaths and in between kisses.
"What are they gonna do, call the cops?"
He laughs into her neck, the vibration making her shudder against him, and when he presses a knee between her legs she finally releases the moan she's been having to suppress the entire night.
He holds the side of her face with one hand while he reaches below her dress with the other and slides it up the inside of her thigh. He cups his hand over her panties again and drags the tip of his finger down the center, making her wiggle against him.
"There are so many other places we should be doing this, but for some reason I just don't care."
Jay stills his fingers at her words, pulling his face from her neck and raising his eyebrows at her with a cocky smirk plastered on his face. "So many other places?"
She growls out again and bunches the front of his shirt in her fist, pulling him back against her. "Places that you will never know or see unless you finish what you started right now."
He lets out another chuckle as he moves his lips back to her neck and then he's whispering against her skin. "I think we both know I have no issues with making you finish."
She moans out again when he gives another swipe of his finger over her before slipping it beneath the fabric. She drops a hand to his shoulder, gripping him tightly and nearly ready to lose it right then and there at the sudden sensation of finally feeling him there again when a door slams open from somewhere beside them.
"Hey! This is private property. You can't be back here!"
Jay lifts his head from her neck, turning it in the direction of the booming voice to see a man walking towards them from the middle of the alley with a flashlight pointing in their direction, but not on them yet.
He pulls his hand away from her yet again and she groans against his shoulder. "God damn it."
"I know," he whispers, kissing her lips quickly, before reaching for her hand and pulling her towards him. "We gotta go."
He leads her out to the sidewalk and they hurry to the truck, him forgoing his chivalry so they can make a quick escape just as the man from the alley reaches the street.
As Jay drives down the street Hailey lets out a laugh beside him, running a hand through her hair and chest still heaving.
"How is what just happened funny to you?" He asks her.
"You're telling me that almost getting caught back there wasn't a bit of a turn on for you?"
He shakes his head at her as he drives, but she can see the smile on his face as she leans back into the passenger seat.
"By the way, so much for making me finish," she teases, grinning ear to ear.
He glances over at her quickly with a raised eyebrow before looking back at the road. "We were interrupted. That is not the same thing. What was I supposed to do? Screw you against the wall and let some random guy watch?"
"You're the one who said you loved dinner and a show."
"Wanting to watch you fall apart is not the same thing as someone else watching the both of us going at it in some alley."
"So you wanna watch me fall apart, huh?" She asks, stretching her hand across the console to reach for his.
He looks over at her as he rolls to a stop sign, and drops his hand from the steering wheel to place it in hers. "I just want you."
She swears her heart drops to her stomach. It's just four words, but the way he says them with such tenderness and pure desire and the way he looks at her as he says them makes everything inside of her ache down to the bone.
"I know the feeling," she mumbles as she squeezes his fingers with hers.
"That backseat is looking pretty nice right about now, huh?" He asks, eyebrows wriggling suggestively and she can't help laughing as she remembers their conversation before entering the restaurant.
It's not lost on her the way they can so easily go from teasing one another mercilessly to downright foreplay, to moments like this where he's brushing his thumb over her skin as he holds her hand. He's looking at her with those dark, wanting eyes, but they're a little softer now.
She figures it's just part of what happens when you fall in love with your best friend.
"Absolutely not," she says then, shaking her head. "Take me home. I don't want any more interruptions."
He chuckles again and squeezes her hand. "Yes ma'am."
He drives them back to her apartment, trying to focus on anything else other than the way her hand slips out of his and falls to the top of his thigh. He catches her eye while driving, giving her a warning gaze, and she actually giggles in her seat, but she doesn't remove her hand.
He's throwing the truck into park a few minutes later outside of her building and they make their way inside, walking quickly through the lobby and to the elevator.
They step into the car and he presses the button for floor five and as soon as the doors close, she nearly pounces at him. His arms immediately wrap around her waist while her hands slide up his chest to his neck and his hair, gripping tightly as she opens her mouth to him.
They get lost in kissing one another until the familiar ding sounds through the car and they stumble out onto her floor, hands still gripping and pulling, lips smacking and tongues licking over skin.
Hailey reaches down between them, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards her apartment and fumbling with pulling her keys out of her jacket pocket. She unlocks the door and drags him inside, slamming the door shut and thankful to have enough coherent though left in her head to lock it behind them.
He backs her towards the bedroom, kicking off his shoes on the way as she undoes the buttons of his shirt quickly, pulling it down his arms and throwing it somewhere behind him.
When they enter her bedroom he pushes her down onto the bench at the foot of her bed and kneels in front of her. He reaches for one of her legs and slides the zipper of her boot down to her ankle before pulling it off of her, then does the same with the other. His hands linger, caressing her skin with slow deliberate fingers, and he glances up at her to see her staring down at him with a fire in her eyes.
He stands from the floor and pulls her up with him by her shoulders, his lips finding hers and kissing her wildly. She drags her hands down his naked chest, nails scratching over his skin, and she moans into his mouth as his tongue sucks hers.
His hands travel down her sides, bunching and pulling at the dress covering her body, needing to feel more of her, and she grunts against him as she pulls her mouth away from his.
"I only bought this dress so you could take it off, but if you rip it, I will cuff your hands together, Halstead."
He pulls at the fabric again, bunching it tighter in his fists and she pulls back again, giving him a pointed look.
"I will get my cuffs right now if you're not gonna behave," she tells him in the sexiest voice he thinks he's ever heard her speak in.
"Don't threaten me with a good time, Upton," he tells her, his hand dragging up her thigh beneath the fabric.
She steps away from him then, a seductive little grin on her face, and goes to walk away from him to make good on her threat. He growls out in annoyance, reaching for her quickly and bringing her back to him.
He whips her around in the blink of an eye and drags the zipper of her dress down her back before pushing the straps over her shoulders and tugging the dress down her body. She turns around to face him and watches him suck in a sharp breath as he takes in the sight of her in front of him.
The red lace of her strapless bra and panties matches the color of her dress almost perfectly.
He swallows hard as he looks her up and down, his eyes raking over her flushed skin and pink cheeks, the swell of her heaving chest and her quite plump lips from their bruising kisses.
"Jesus Christ, you're beautiful," he tells her before he leans forward and kisses her hard again on the mouth.
She's kissing him back with the same fervor, her hands going to his hair and his back, pulling him closer as his tongue invades her mouth again.
His hands find their way to her hair, mussing it even more with his fingers, and then he's pulling away a second later, giving her a gentle, but forceful push that has her landing back down to the bench seat in front of her bed.
She reaches for his waist and pulls him in between her legs by his belt buckle. Her fingers make quick work of undoing his belt, pulling it through the loops of his pants before she unfastens and pushes them down over his hips. They pool to his feet and he kicks them off, keeping his eyes on her while she lifts herself off the bench and moves backwards up the bed, unclasping her bra and tossing it to the floor. She lies in the center of the bed, almost completely naked in front of him, and when she curls a finger at him in a sultry come hither manner he kneels forward over the bench and crawls towards her.
He settles over her, nestling himself between her legs and leans his head down to place open mouth kisses down her chest. He glances up at her to see her head dropping back into the pillows behind her, but her eyes stay on him and he smiles almost devilishly at her, hooking his fingers into the sides of her panties and pulling them down her legs. He tosses the scrap of lace and leans back down, holding his head over her stomach and pressing his lips right above her naval.
She's breathing hard, anticipating the feel of his mouth where she needs him most, as he kisses his way down her torso. He trails his lips to the inside of her thighs, pressing a sweet kiss to each of them, before moving to her lower half and gripping her hips with tight hands.
She shudders instantly at the feel of his tongue swiping over her flesh and she reaches out a hand towards him, weaving her fingers through his hair and holding him to her. She is well past being ready for him and when he slips a finger inside her moments later she arches against him, breathing heavily and squirming beneath him.
She's been waiting for this all night. This moment where she can feel his mouth and hands on her and inside of her and it has her fisting the sheets at her side and pulling on his hair that much tighter.
Her heart beats wildly, chest heaving with every shallow panting breath that escapes her, and she arches into him again when she feels him slide another finger into her. That familiar ache begins to move through her and she knows it won't take her long, not when he's lapping at her and curling his fingers the way he is.
The darkened stares and bouts of jealousy and teasing grins that led to their tumultuous affair in the alleyway have only caused the desperation of wanting him, of needing him, to intensify.
He gives another quick succession of swipes of his tongue against her and when he lifts his eyes to meet hers, his mouth still moving over her and the look of a devil still in his eyes, she knows she's done for.
Her impending release slams through her, leaving her shaking and breathing his name in a sumptuous sigh of relief as he pulls his fingers from her and presses soothing kisses to her skin as she comes back down.
He lifts himself onto his knees, a satisfied smirk displayed on his face, as he licks his lips and slithers his way up her body. He trails a path of soft kisses up her stomach and across her chest again, moving a hand up her leg and holding her waist. He connects his lips to hers and she fists his hair again, drawling out a deep moan of gratification as she tastes herself on his tongue.
She drags her hands from the back of his head, around his neck, then down his chest before pushing against him and breaking their kiss.
She gives another push until he's on his back and she moves over him to straddle his legs. She leans down, placing her lips on his neck and sucking on the spot she has become so very familiar with over the last few months that she knows will make him lose his senses.
His throat constrict beneath her lips and his breathing quickens as expected as she continues to nip and suck at his neck, and then she moves her mouth down to his shoulder. She presses a single soft kiss to the pink flesh of his scar and runs her hands down his chest, her fingernails dragging along the muscled crevices of his torso.
She presses a hand against his shoulder and moves the other lower, slipping it beneath the waistband of his boxers and wrapping around him. She moves her hand slowly, smirking in her own satisfaction as she watches his eyes close just seconds into her touching him.
"Hailey," he breathes out through a guttural moan. "You really are gonna be the death of me."
She hums out a response, squeezing him slightly in her hand before releasing her hold on him and pulling his boxers down his legs. She tosses them behind her and looks up at him, practically purring, "But what a way to go."
She's just about to lean down over him, her lips parting, but he shakes his head at her and grabs her arms, pulling her towards him and settling her back over his waist. "Come here."
"I wasn't done," she pouts.
"As much as I love the foreplay, I just wanna be inside you," he whispers before leaning up and pressing his lips to hers in a bruising kiss that has her moaning into him.
She moves an arm around his neck and grips his shoulder with her other hand as he lifts her above him just slightly before easing her back down and sliding into her slowly.
She drops her head down to his shoulder, gasping at the sensation of finally having him inside her completely, and he lets out a groan when she bites down on his skin. He tightens his grip on her hips as she lifts herself for a second before sliding back down onto him, quickly falling into a very familiar rhythm above him.
They both know they won't last long, not like this, not when it feels this good, but neither of them seem to care as they move against one another. Him holding her so tight, nearly leaving fingerprints in her skin while she bites and sucks on his neck, leaving her own indentations on him.
She's panting above him now as she moves over him, her hair cascading around her and teasing his face. She squeezes his hips between her thighs so tightly, and then that familiar ache is settling over her, bubbling quickly and her head starts to spin.
She breathes out his name in a sumptuous sigh and he quivers beneath her, her name tumbling from his lips as he tries to prolong the moment as much as he can, as she continues moving over him, but he's just as close as she is to coming undone.
And then she's sucking on his neck again and moaning out his name in ragged breaths below his ear and it becomes his final undoing.
Every nerve ending is firing and the way she clings to him, needy and wanting, sets his senses into overdrive almost to near insanity. Soon they're both plunging madly, lost in each other, holding onto one another as they rock into the other.
He grips her thighs tightly as she shudders above him and calls out his name again, her short nails digging into the flesh of his shoulder and scratching down his chest as she arches against him one final time and collapses on top of him.
She whimpers as she clings to him, her body still trembling and their chests heaving together as they both try to regain some semblance of a regular heartbeat.
She lifts her head from his shoulder, dragging her lips to his and kissing him slowly, lazily, and then moves her mouth back to his neck.
"You're too good at that," she mumbles against his skin. "My entire body is tingling."
"It helps having a good partner," he breathes into her hair and she laughs as she lifts herself from his hips and rolls off of him.
He opens his arm out to her and she sidles against him immediately, throwing her own arm across his chest as he holds her close and she hooks a leg over his waist beneath the sheets. She looks up at him as she uses his arm as a pillow and he runs his hand through her hair before leaning down and pressing his lips against her forehead.
"Maybe we should be interrupted more often if this is how date night ends for us," he says and she shakes her head against his arm.
"Nuh-uh, no more interruptions," she tells him with a lazy smile.
"You ever gonna tell me about those other places you mentioned earlier? You got some secret bucket list you wanna share with me?"
She's smirking at him now, her fingers playing a game of connect the dots with the freckles on his chest. "Maybe, if you're lucky. I might need a little convincing to share those secrets with you."
"Well, you know, I can be very persuasive," he says with a treacherous grin that nearly has her coming undone again.
She leans forward, pulling herself up so she's half lying on top of him, her lips hovering just above his and her hand trailing down his chest again.
"Don't threaten me with a good time, Halstead," she tells him, throwing his words back at him and then she's kissing him again, wild and needing, and he kisses her back just the same.