Page 40 of Don't Lie To Me

“Whoops. Don’t think we were as discreet as we thought.” I snicker, not giving two shits that he found me.

“What did you expect, Sloane, he’s a cop. He probably left a tracker in your car or some shit like that.”

I hadn’t considered that. But the whole time the two of us were in here together, I was watching him, so I don’t think it’s a possibility. I glance back over to his place, wondering how I reply. I see him standing in the open window looking out into the night, his phone in his hand. Has he really seen us or is it just a lucky guess?

SLOANE: I have no idea what you’re talking about, Detective Hot Stuff.

DETECTIVE HOT STUFF: Keep lying to me, wildcat, and I will come out there, throw you over my shoulder, and drag you back here with me. Then I can finish the night how I really wanted to.

I hear an angry growl come from Onyx, and I know he’s seen the message as well.

Oh shit, a pool of moisture coats my panties. That sounds like way too much fun. I’m a little surprised the detective has it in him. But I knew he wanted more when he kissed me. I wouldn’t have picked him to be one for dirty texting, or maybe I should take that as more of a threat.

My eyes rise to meet Onyx, and I see the flare of heat in his dark gaze. He’s not just angry, he’s turned on imagining what Reef wants to do to me. “Time to go home,” I tell Onyx, my voice coming out allbreathy. It doesn’t matter how badly I want Reef to make good on his threat to carry me into his place and do whatever dirty things he has in mind. I know it’s a bad idea on so many levels. And right now, I have another beast to tame.

SLOANE: Another time maybe, hot stuff.

I offer a wave as we drive past, not all that bothered he worked out I was here. He should know I will do everything I can to protect myself and what I have built. That means knowing everything there is to know about him, and since he didn’t want to share, I’m quite happy to investigate.

The drive back to my apartment is deathly silent. Every traffic light, I see Onyx looking over me like he wants to say something, or eat me alive, but he keeps his lips shut. The tension is so damn thick I could carve it. Since I woke in his arms this morning, so much has happened, and it’s making things damn awkward between us. He wants me, and I can’t forget it.

I don’t know why I do it, but I glance down at his package and see he is sporting a hard-on. Fuck, he’s just as turned on right now as I am. My hand finds his thigh, and I run my fingers up and over his jeans, hearing him hiss out a breath as I get higher. But he doesn’t stop me. I stop myself before I take it where I really want to. I like teasing him, but I’m also acutely aware of how many times he has already rejected me.

When we get back to my apartment, Onyx helps me out of the car, and his hand lingers in mine as he walks me up like he does every night. Tonight it’s different though, the tension between us thick and all-consuming, and even though he hasn’t said as much, I know seeing me kiss Reef has him all hot and bothered. I know he said today everything would be normal between us, but it’s not. Everything haschanged, and I’m not sure how to handle it. My body craves him like crazy, my nipples pebbled so hard in my lacy bra it almost hurts. Or maybe that’s just the ache of my body begging for him to touch me.

We arrive at the door, and I turn into him. “Do you want to come in?” I ask, not sure what to do. He often comes in, he and Jagger might play a video game while I get ready for bed or just sit and have a quiet drink. He likes hanging out here with us. He’s been part of the family for so long, it just feels natural. Sometimes if Jagger isn’t home, he sits and watches movies with me till I fall asleep, stroking my hair so tenderly it’s hard to believe the big dude has that kind of softness in him, but I have seen it, and when I wake in the morning, I’m all tucked into bed and he’s gone.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” he snips back, throwing me off guard a little as he steps back from me.

I feel the loss of his warmth instantly as he lets go of my hand. “So much for stuff staying the same between us,” I snap back at him.

I see his eyes darken as he cracks his neck. “I just had to watch you go on a fucking date with a cop. Excuse me for not being okay with it.”

“Jealousy doesn’t look good on you, Onyx.” I stare back at him, making sure to meet his heated eyes. He’s not jealous, he’s hot for me. “If you want me, all you have to do is say the word and I’m yours.” My breath hitches as I say it, knowing I’m walking a fine line. One he obliterated when he told me he wanted me as well. I can’t unhear it, and as much as I have been trying to pretend it didn’t happen, I know it did, and now I’m craving him more than ever. I run my tongue over my bottom lip, teasing him.

Then as if his resolve snaps, he pounces, pinning me against the door, his hands to both sides of my head. He cages me in, his nostrilsflaring as his eyes lock on mine. Time stands still. I suck in a ragged breath, my heart pounding like mad in my chest.

“You are nothing but trouble,” he says, as if he’s still trying to resist this crazy pull we have to each other. Then his lips crush mine as he devours me in a hurried kiss. My breath is stolen, but I don’t give a fuck. All I need is him.

My hands tangle into his shirt, and I pull him in closer.

Fucking finally.

He lifts me, pressing my back into the door, and I wrap my legs around his thick waist. As our kiss deepens, he thrusts his tongue inside my mouth possessively, and fuck, it’s everything I dreamed it would be and more.

I grind my hips against him, seeking more friction, needing to be naked with him.

Eventually I pull back from him, both of our breathing ragged and out of control. “Come inside with me,” I plead, needing him more than I have ever needed anything in my life.

His head drops and he inhales, like he is taking in my scent. “You know I can’t, trouble.”

I place a hand to his solid chest, shoving at him. “No, fuck that. No more excuses. Carry me inside and screw me like we both know you want to,” I demand, too far gone in my lust-filled haze for him to refuse me this time.

“Trouble,” he growls in warning, and I know he’s trying to control himself. But what is the point? We both know what we want, each other, so why fight it?

I run a hand down the side of his face, over his stubbly jaw, finishing on his full lips. On instinct, he sucks my finger into his mouth, sending a fresh wave of arousal to my pussy. “Jagger’s not home, I already checked.”

His eyes flare, and I know he’s considering it. His rock-hard cock pressed into my center is also a pretty fucking good indication.

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