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  "Oh, my gosh, I'm sorry," Rayne whispered and then fell silent.

  Damn it, he didn’t want this to happen, didn't want to ruin what had turned out to be one of the best nights he'd spent with a woman in far too long. He shifted in his seat, turning more to look at her, and opened his mouth to speak, but she beat him to it.

  "You really burst my bubble with the whole following in the family footsteps, you know." She grinned at him again and it was only half forced. God, but he could become so crazy about this woman so freaking fast. "I expected you to say you became a cop because of your intense fascination with handcuffs." She waggled her brows and Ford had to laugh.

  "You are truly something else." He reached for her, cupping her soft cheek in his palm. "And believe me, since meeting you, I have developed an intense fascination with handcuffs. With seeing you in handcuffs."

  Her eyes sparked with heated desire, and when he grazed his thumb lightly over her silken lips, they parted on a quiet moan. Then, oh yeah, he was kissing her. He meant to move slowly, to coax his way into her mouth and coerce her into more of those cock-squeezing sounds, but like everything else about this woman, the kiss she gave him in return surprised him to the stars.

  She didn't touch him, not with her hands at least. She didn't have to because her mouth did it all. She licked her way into his mouth, running her tongue over his teeth, his pallet, his own tongue, exploring and teasing and taking. Taking. God, yes. Ford wanted her to take this and a whole lot more.

  His hand slipped to the back of her neck, holding her firmly as he angled his head to deepen the kiss. It was mind altering, explosive, fucking sensational! Had a woman ever kissed him like this? Damn, what would happen to his sanity when she put her hands on him or, help him please, put that incredible mouth somewhere else?

  He hadn’t meant to touch her beyond his hand on her nape, any more than he'd intended to plunge full speed ahead with the kiss. But suddenly, his free hand was on her breast, filling his palm with the soft, warm perfection, and he couldn't stop himself from squeezing, caressing, fondling. The sounds she made vibrated in his mouth, over his tongue, drumming through his bloodstream like a purely invitational cadence. Then, as if to be sure he understood what he was doing was okay with her, her hand covered his. Her other hand dipped inside his shirt, skimming beneath the material to grasp his shoulder.

  He wrenched his mouth from hers. Breathless, panting, he thought to take a moment to slow things down. But she nipped at his bottom lip, drawing it between her teeth and biting. The sensation had excited shards of razor sharp lust ricocheting through him. She drew back enough to lick the spot she'd just bitten and he melted.

  Wait. Melted? He should be making her melt. He dipped his head, burying his face in the smooth flesh of her neck and it was his turn to lick, bite, explore. Her head lolled back, exposing more of her truly delicious skin and he feasted.

  * * * *

  Rayne lost control. It was the only excuse she could give herself. She'd denied her body things she'd wanted, needed far too long and tonight the thin string on her control snapped.

  Her nails dug into Ford's shoulder as pleasure, white-hot and debilitating, consumed her. His mouth was a work of art and the way it worked her flesh at that moment felt too good. His hand on her breast moved, squeezed, even as his lips skimmed lightly down her throat, his tongue swiping quick licks along the way. She turned in her seat, the better to get close to him and his mouth dropped lower.

  "Ford." She breathed and released his hand on her breast as he pushed at the neckline of her blouse with his nose. His tongue traced a lazy line along the upper swell of her breasts. It was both intense pleasure and screaming torture because no way would he be able to take her breast into his mouth from this angle like she wanted him to. Still, it didn't prevent either of them from trying.

  Rayne arched her back, pushing her chest against his kisses, desperate for more. She was on the verge of crying out in agony until his hand joined his mouth, fingers delving inside her shirt to pull her breast free. The neckline of her shirt would be trashed, stretched, but she didn't care. He sucked her nipple between his lips.

  "Ford!" She did cry out then, a breathless plea for what she couldn't say. More. She knew she wanted more. Even as his tongue flicked over her taut nipple, his lips closing around her breast to suckle, she still wanted more.

  Her hand fisted in his hair, holding his head firmly to her body even as her other hand moved over the hard muscles of his shoulder, his pecs. She knew she was stretching his shirt, too, and thought she heard a button pop, but she didn't care about that, either.

  He released her nape, his hand moving to her knee and then heading north. His fingers danced along her inner thigh beneath her skirt and she spread her legs for him in an invitation that needed no words. His hand continued its upward climb and….

  He drew back, utter surprise and white-hot flames boiling the whisky in his eyes. His desire was palpable, as was his feeling of torment. "You aren't wearing any underwear."

  Rayne drew her lower lip between her teeth and shook her head. No, she wasn't. Of all the things she'd lost in the hurricane, her underwear had been among the destroyed. She'd replaced much of it, but not so much that she could go a full week without doing laundry. Between the move and the calendar project, she'd opened the would-be underwear drawer of her borrowed dresser that morning to find it empty. She'd had two choices, wear yesterday's again or go it commando style. After yesterday's sweat feast, choice number two had seemed the better alternative.

  Wearing a skirt with no underwear proved to be far more erotic than she would’ve guessed. Walking around all day with the fresh air drifting up between her legs to caress her sex had kept her in a perpetual state of arousal. One step away from sheer orgasmic bliss. She'd felt almost naughty with her little secret and it surprised her how much she'd actually enjoyed it.

  Then Ford walked in Victoria's Secret. Man, oh man, she'd known in an instant she was toast.

  "You sat across from me in that restaurant all that time and you weren't wearing panties?" He sounded so shocked, so utterly flummoxed, and she had to grin.

  She let her lips unfold in a slow, tilted smile that she knew would come across as both amused and seductive. She nodded.

  "God," he growled and threw back his head. "If I had known that, well, I'm glad I didn't. You’re going to drive me crazy."

  His hand reached its destination, finding her bare pussy and who was going to drive who crazy? One finger slid between her sodden folds, the slight chill of his flesh against her flaming, sensitive lips causing her to draw in a quick breath.

  He lifted his head, looked at her, and pulled his hand from her skirt. The weeping protest was on the tip of her tongue, but before she could make a sound, he lifted her and pulled her across the car and into his lap. She didn't know how he did it without knocking the gearshift out of place or even knocking her silly, but suddenly she was straddling him.

  His hands skimmed her thighs, pulling her skirt to her waist. The sound he made this time was more animalistic than human, a low rumble that had the hairs on her neck standing at attention even as every nerve ending fizzled with need.

  "You're wearing a garter belt. Ah, God, I'm cooked!"

  Rayne laughed and leaned in to kiss shim. "I'm the one who will be cooked if anyone sees us. Ford, have you forgotten we're in a public parking lot. This could even be considered public nudity, Detective." She put heavy emphasis on his rank even as she glanced down at herself. Yeah, she was well on her way to being naked. Her left boob still hung over the neckline of her shirt. Her skirt was now hiked to her waist. And to top it all off, she was in a freaking car! She hadn't gone parking since she was nineteen.

  Ford glanced out the window then met her gaze even as he reached for the control on the side of the seat to put it in a recline position. "Who's going to see? This place is deserted. Besides," he added, skimming one hand over her thigh. "I want you, Rayne. Right here. Right now."


  Chapter Four

  She was going to do this, do him. A wave of euphoric disbelief washed through Rayne and she smiled. She wouldn't allow herself to think. Hell, she probably couldn't think right now if she tried, anyway. Ford's hand turned between her legs, covering her bare pussy and she gazed down at him, losing herself in the intoxication of his eyes. He ground his palm against her feminine lips, her clit.

  "Oh, yeah." Her breath caught on a wave of lightning swift pleasure. Somehow she managed to fumble a few more buttons loose on his shirt. She pushed the material aside, needing to touch, loving the feel of his rigid muscles beneath her palms.

  "You're so wet. Is that for me, Rayne? Have you been this wet all night?" As he spoke, his fingers slipped inside her folds and then further, delving into her fiery core.

  She had, nearly since the moment she'd turned to find him beside her at Victoria's Secret. But she couldn't tell him that now, couldn't say anything beyond, "Oh, God," and, "Yes, more," because he'd pulled his finger back only to enter her again, this time with two fingers side by side.

  "So hot. God, you're burning my hand you're so freaking hot." He worked her, his fingers plunging in quick measured thrusts that even with their speed weren't fast enough.

  Rayne bucked and rode his fingers. The top of her head rapped against the roof of the car so hard, she should've seen stars, but all she could see was Ford. All she could feel was the magnificent rapturous pleasure his fingers gave her. The sensations swamping her from his attention should have been criminal!

  But then he stopped. He abruptly withdrew from her and she cried out. "Please." Her gaze locked with his and a smile toyed at the edge of his lips. Lips that parted as he brought the fingers he'd had inside her to his mouth.

  "Hmm, you taste good." He licked his fingers clean of her juices, his gaze all the while transfixed on hers. "I wish I could taste more of you. I wish I could make you come with my mouth."

  "Ford," she whispered and cupped the side of his face. Her hand trembled. Hell, her whole body was trembling with her need to release. She grinned and looked at him from beneath her lashes. "You are not getting your mouth on me until we can sixty-nine it. Since that would be all but impossible in the front seat of my car…" She trailed off, looked down, and giggled. "God, are we really about to do it in the front seat of my car?"

  A smile bloomed on his dazzling lips, wide and moist and so rock-her-world, she nearly came from the sight. "We are." His hand slipped between her legs once more, his thumb finding her clit, raking almost roughly over the swollen nub. "Unless you plan to stop this."

  Stop this? Stop this! Not a chance.

  Rayne flattened her hands on his shoulders and pushed herself up and back, straddling his thighs while her fingers went to work on his pants. "Please tell me you have a condom."

  "I'm sitting on it." He reached down and she thought he was going to help her, or maybe go for that condom, but his hands caught the hem of her blouse instead and pulled up. He freed both her breasts and rose up to take one in his mouth.

  Pleasure—dear Lord, the man had one astounding mouth—stole her breath as well as leaving her temporarily unable to move. She actually considered for one brief moment exactly how she could manage to sit on his face in this matchbox of a car. If she hadn’t wanted her mouth on him so bad, she might have tried it.

  His lips suckled her breast, his teeth rolling her nipple and sending scandalous shock waves straight to her already pulsating pussy. "Ooo, this is unfair."

  She felt him grin around her nipple. "On the contrary, I'm finding it quite fair."

  His hand started working its way between her thighs once more. It was that tickle of awareness, that anticipatory desire for something more than his fingers inside her weeping channel, that had her moving again. Her hands fumbled with the button of his pants, slid the zipper down, and then, yes, yes, yes, this was very fair because her fingers curled around his shaft.

  He groaned against her breast, the sound vibrating her flesh and distributing pulse points of satisfaction to flutter through her belly. His teeth closed around her nipple, and bit. She fisted her hand around his cock, and squeezed.

  "Ah, God." His head fell back on the seat.

  Rayne laughed. "Yeah, now this is fair." She stroked his cock, squeezing on her hand's ascent, releasing slightly as her hand lowered to meet his body. His cock was magnificently thick, wondrously hard, and deliciously long. Her pussy convulsed at the mere idea of having such a fantastic specimen of male meat inside her.

  "Condom." He growled the word through gritted teeth. His hands were now on her hips, fingers digging into her flesh. "God, Rayne, we need that condom."

  She loved this, holding his cock in her hand and watching in the semidarkness of the car as a man with as much control as Ford Harris teetered on the brink of losing that control. His eyes were closed and his lips started to move so infinitesimally, she almost thought she imagined it. But then they formed fully to one particular word and she chuckled, realizing what he was doing.

  "Are you reciting the Miranda Rights in your head?" As she asked, she slid her hand up his shaft, gliding her thumb over the head of his cock, and spreading the bead of pre-cum around the engorged slit.

  Ford made a sound that was part moan and part sigh. "You have the right to jerk me off. Anything you continue to do in that area, however, can and will make me come in your hand. You have the right to a condom before this goes any further. If you do not have a condom, one will be provided for you."

  Rayne cracked up. He opened his eyes, smiling. Her world spun as she gazed down at him and she let herself fall. His arms wound their way around her as she lay cuddled to his chest.

  "I love that one." Still laughing, she angled her head to nip at his jaw.

  "Yeah, I'm not sure how good it would work in the line of duty, but, you know." He kissed the top of her head. "I was serious, Rayne. If I don't get inside you soon, I'm going to explode anyway."

  Oh, no, he wasn't. Not until he was buried balls deep in her aching channel. Rayne pushed herself up again and reached behind her, feeling for the handle of the glove box. She found it, opened it, and pulled out a foil wrapped square.

  "Let me guess, Sunshine?" Ford lifted a brow, one corner of his sexy lips kicking up in a boyish grin.

  Rayne ripped the foil open with her teeth. "She's a careful girl." In truth, it was pure luck the condom was in the glove box. As with the bra, it had fallen out of one of the boxes she'd hauled to Max's apartment on her first trip. In a rush to meet with the insurance adjuster for their first fact-to-face, she'd simply scooped the items up and shoved them in the glove box.

  "Remind me to buy her a thank you treat. A real, oh yeah, good one." He sucked in a breath through his teeth as Rayne sheathed his thick cock, protecting them both.

  Rayne shifted, lifted her hips, lowered them and then, finally, he was inside her. The sounds they both made filled the car with all the eroticism of a porn movie, but she couldn't stop herself from making those sounds over and over. His cock was incredibly long, scrumptiously thick, and it stretched her, the feel beyond mind blowing as her channel expanded to take him deeper inch by gloriously large inch.

  She let her body fall forward, her hands resting on his broad shoulders. His hands were on her hips, his grip helping to control the pace of his thrusts as his own hips lifted off the seat to meet her body.

  "You feel, ah, Rayne!" he ground through gritted teeth as she purposely contracted her pussy muscles around his shaft, squeezing and closing her channel more firmly around him. "You're tight, wet. When you do that, baby, you do much more of that and I won't be able to last."

  She wanted it to last. She really did. It was her body's needs that betrayed her wants. "I can't help it." She panted, her nails digging into the muscled flesh of his shoulders as she lifted her hips and let them fall harder, faster, her pussy clamping on his cock like a vise. "It's too good. You feel so good, so hard, so, yes." Her words turned to a breathless moan
as he reached between her legs, his thumb finding her clit even as he lifted his head and drew one breast into his mouth.

  It was all she needed, all she could take. Flames erupted in a riot of red-hot unlawful pleasure from breast to pussy, inside and out. She rode his cock, hard and fast, slamming his thick meat into her sodden channel with such force that the sound of sweaty bodies slapping mixed with their groans filled the car. Then he caught her swollen clit between his thumb and forefinger, clamped down on her nipple with his lips, and thrust his cock inside her so deeply and with such splendid abandon that she saw erotic stars.

  Rayne came. The dam inside her built from a celibacy that lasted far too long broke as a tsunami of pure screaming orgasmic pleasure tore through her and spewed out of her. Her pulse pounded in her ears, her muscles seizing as her body released the cataclysmic tension, need and relief in continuing waves of world-rocking sensations. Somewhere through it all, she dimly heard Ford's grunted cry as he came inside her.

  Boneless, breathless, Rayne let herself collapse on top of him. His breath was a ragged burst on the top of her head, his heart pounding in rapid time with hers against her chest. They lay there for how long, she wasn't sure, before Ford finally spoke.

  "I have the right to remain lifeless. Any movement my body makes for the next four hours will be completely involuntarily."

  Rayne lifted her head, looked down at him, and laughed her ass off.

  * * * *

  He saw her walk in and all the noise in the firehouse silenced in Cory's head. It had been nearly a week since he first met Rayne. Nearly a week since he'd attempted to nail her to the wall outside his apartment. Nearly a week since he'd thought of anything else.

  By all rights of chance and fate, their paths should have crossed long before now. They were, after all, neighbors. How did it happen that he worked with her brother, lived next door to her, and even set himself up to be a model in her freaking calendar, and still suffered an entire week of no contact?