Al’s throat worked. “I remember.”

“Yeah. I remember too.” Finn took her mouth, kissing her with all the pent-up frustration lingering from the night before. Kissing her till he couldn’t remember what had caused all the fuss in the first place. His jeans strangled his dick as his balls became hot and heavy.

Getting her off and getting into her were the only things that mattered. But he had this mental image of exactly how it had to happen.

God help him, it had to come true. “Trust me?”

“Yes.”

“Turn around, hands on the table.”

Gray eyes blinked open, dazed and confused. Her lips were swollen and wet. She watched his mouth move but he couldn’t be sure she got the message. And the message was all important.

“Turn around, Al.” He helped her turn, then helped himself to two handfuls of her curvy ass. “Put your hands on the table.”

“The table?”

“That’s right.” She took far too long to bend forward and place her palms flat, but finally they were there. “Good.” Finn pushed his boot between her sandals and pushed her left foot to the side, widening her stance. It was a simple enough matter to pul her denim skirt up to her waist and push her panties down to her knees. “Al, I wish you wouldn’t wear underwear.”

“That why you’re arresting me, officer?”

The spicy scent of her arousal fil ed the air, and he groaned aloud. He hadn’t actually thought he could get any harder. “I’l cuff you later when I can find some. Damn, you smell good.”

Finn dropped to his knees behind her and swiped his tongue through the folds of her wet cunt. She tasted exactly as she should, familiar, hot and female. Never would he get enough of her. Al squirmed and he took the opportunity to use the flat of his hand on the curve of her ass. The slap of his palm on her soft, warm flesh was shockingly loud in the quiet of the station house.

Yes, just like that.

Al jumped beneath his hands and pale skin turned a nice shade of pink. “Finn! Shit. Warn me next time.”

“No.” The next smack hit her other cheek, and there was a nice sense of balance to it. Pink handprints all in proportion. She made to move, trying to cover her rear with her hands. Protecting her rosy ass. Not. Happening. “Put them back on the table, Al.”

She growled and stomped a foot. He couldn’t keep the smile off his face, not that she could have seen it. Finn indulged it.

Her muscles tensing, she slowly returned her hands to the table. “Damn it, Finn.”

Actions speaking louder than words, he put his mouth on her, tonguing her sweet flesh. Her pu**y was hot and wet and right there. It was perfect. A dying man’s last meal. He hadn’t been certain they would be like this again. The future had been bleak, empty. Gratitude swamped him.

And … and the moment she started moaning and her legs trembled he pulled back. Al was less than impressed. “You bastard, don’t you dare—”

The crack of his hand on her ass drew her litany to an abrupt halt. “You going to throw me out again?”

“I didn’t throw you out,” Al snapped, giving as good as she got. He f**king loved that about her. “You left, remember? Are you going to fall down the front of other women’s shirts again? Huh?”

“No,” he promised, and placed tender, sucking kisses on her labia, one on either side. “No, it won’t happen again. I’m sorry about that.” Took him a minute to realize the shudders racking her body weren’t tears or excitement but laughter. He didn’t even bother spanking her, it was so out of place. “What is your problem?”

“You’re apologizing to me with your face in my pu**y.”

“It seemed prudent.” He bit the curve of her ass, pressing in with his teeth just enough to mark her. Because he needed to. Visual evidence was required. She was still with him. She was his. The noise she made brought forth al sorts of needs in him. All kinds of demands. “Do you accept my apology?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” He scattered kisses over her hot ass cheeks, held those perfect curves in the palm of his hands. There came another sound from the back of her throat when his thumb stroked over her ass**le. Soft and gentle, teasing and testing. “I’m going to want this.”

She looked back over her shoulder at him, eyes dark with passion and something else. A little wary maybe. Cautious. “Are you now?”

Finn rubbed his mouth over the fading pink marks on her flesh. “Talk to me, Al.”

“I tried it.” She shrugged with one shoulder, bit her lips. “It didn’t really work for me. But if you want …”

“You’ll give me that?”

She nodded.

“Thank you.” Finn took a minute, savoring her trust. A warm flush of feeling rose in his chest when she surrendered to him. He brushed his thumb over the tight, puckered hole again, and she shivered.

Probably not from pleasure.

Some idiot hadn’t respected this gift. He wouldn’t be making the same mistake. “Easy. We’ll just experiment a little. Okay?”

She nodded, but didn’t visibly relax until he got back to kissing and licking her gorgeous pu**y. Hot, open-mouthed kisses that got them both steamed up. The taste of her infused him, filled his every sense and pore. He didn’t leave a cell unclaimed.

The need he had for her was bigger than he had imagined. He had known giving her up wouldn’t be easy. But it wasn’t until now he could truly admit that it wasn’t something he could see himself ever doing. Not a chance. He’d fight for her till his dying breath.