Page 4 of Lust
For Christ’s sake. She took his drink from his fingers, handed it to his friend, and then curled her fingers around the back of his neck. Nice. Warm. Sweat-free. She brought his mouth down to hers and licked along his bottom lip until he opened and then she gave him the French kiss of his life. When she was sure all the blood from his brain had turned south, she licked his earlobe and whispered huskily, “Alley or bathroom.”
“Alley,” he croaked.
Perfect. The path to the back door would take her right by her nosey family and she could collect her jacket and scarf. It was cold outside. She licked her lips, shot him a grin full of sensual promises, and then hooked his finger into her back pocket before walking away.
Since the weight of his finger stayed there, she knew he’d taken the hint.
She passed her brothers, gave them a mock salute, collected her items, and then stage whispered to the girls, “Don’t wait up.”
The last thing Liza heard before leaving through the back exit was Misha’s loud congratulatory whoop.
* * *
The alley was cold,dank, and disgusting. The small buzz Liza received from expensive male aftershave dulled when it mingled with the smell of garbage and urine, but she needed to do this. It wasn’t just for show. She needed to prove she wasn’t pitiful. That she could take a man and screw his brains out whenever, and wherever she wanted. That she wasn’t faulty. That she had options.
She checked the alley exits. Down one side was nothing but overflowing dumpsters and a dead-end. Down the other, a busy city street. The sun hid behind an overcast sky and dimmed with the looming night. Anyone walking down their little corner of hell would see them. Liza focused on the thrill skipping up her spine, not the queasiness in her gut.
No problems.
She zeroed in on a space between two dumpsters. Perfect.
“There.” She pointed.
“But it’s broad daylight,” he sputtered.
Stupid man. He was the one who suggested coming out here instead of the bathroom.
“That a problem?”
His eyes flared. “Nope. I just thought…”
She unearthed her CCPD badge and clipped it to the gaping middle of her blouse so her bra showed. “If anyone asks, I got it covered.”
And just like that, his lust flared.Holster sniffer.
Liza swallowed down the tequila rising in her gullet. Her head swirled, and her eyes fluttered with her attempt to keep control. Blue Eyes took her hips.
“God, that’s so hot.” He licked his lips. “Fuck,you’reso hot. You going to arrest me, baby?”
“This works better the less you talk.” She urged him to their spot and dumped her jacket and scarf. She rested against the grimy brick wall, and then yanked at his trousers, trying to work his fly with trembling, stiff fingers. “We doing this?”
He nodded. “Fuck, yeah. I mean. Yeah. We’re doing.”
She unzipped him, quirked a brow at his package, and then met his gaze. “It will do.”
He blinked for a moment. Probably used to ladies drooling over it. Or himself in the mirror.
Taking a deep breath of stale air into her lungs, Liza swallowed more nausea and readied herself. The lust was about to get worse.
She dipped her hand into his pants, wrapped her fingers around his arousal, and started jerking him off. His groans of pleasure echoed against the brick wall. He dropped his face to the valley between her breasts, nuzzled around the badge as he licked and kissed the flesh. A desperate mumble of disbelief punctuated his every move.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” he said into her chest. “I can’t believe I’m touching your sweet tits.” Kissing. More licking. More grinding. “Can’t believe I’m about to fuck a cop.”
“Detective.”
“Right. Detective.”
He pawed her bottom and murmured more exaltations.
