Page 80 of Ultimate Justice

Her lips were warm, the lingering taste of honey-buttercream wedding cake on her tongue. When she moaned, a deep, sexy, throaty sound that turned him on faster than a light switch, he lifted her and plonked her backside on the keyboard. A discordant mixture of tinkling came from multiple keys. As he leaned in, deepening the kiss, she wrapped her legs around his waist. He’d never been harder in his life, never wanted to be with someone so badly. She was everything he wanted. Somewhere in the recesses of his mind, other truths revealed themselves.

She was everything he needed.

The first time with her had been an impetuous act of physical attraction, desire, and emotional need. This was different. Now she was important to him.

In search of a zipper, he skimmed his hands down the smooth expanse of her practically bare back. Finding what he sought, he tugged down the zipper, slipping the dress from her arms and exposing her breasts. He captured a nipple in his mouth, rolling it around with his tongue and teeth.

With her hand on the back of his head, she pulled him in tighter, encouraging him. Not that he needed encouragement. From the moment he’d seen her in that dress, he’d wanted it off her and to put his hands all over her naked body.

“Evan, please,” she whispered. “Let’s make the most of this.”

Yes, ma’am. He slid the hem of the dress up her thighs to find one of the sexiest female garments known to mankind. A garter belt. Pink. Grinning, he pushed the dress fully to her waist. More keys tinkled as she shifted on the keyboard.

Just below the garter belt, a tiny scrap of pink fabric that served as panties hid the treasure he fully intended to plunder.

He tore away the panties, then ran his hands up her thighs, loving the feel of the silk stockings. “Did you borrow these, too?”

“I did.” She bit her lower lip, driving him absolutely crazy and making his pulse gallop. “It was Gemma’s idea.”

He swallowed, hard, trying to keep from coming in his rented tuxedo slacks. “Remind me to thank her.” He let his fingers do the walking and eased his thumbs between her wet folds, rubbing back and forth and around in circles.

“Me, too.” Marlie’s head fell back and she moaned, undulating her hips against his fingers and making more keys tinkle.

Christ, if he didn’t get inside her, he’d have a heck of a dry-cleaning bill. He was about to bust the zipper and burst.

She reached for his belt, undoing the buckle, then sliding the belt free and tugging down his zipper. Now it was his turn to groan as she cupped him. A blast of need rocketed through him. Now he really had to get inside her. Right now. Right here. On his piano.

A gruff snort came from a few feet away. Blue. No way could he do this with his partner watching them. Blue cocked his head, giving him a look that was more of a reprimand: no condom, dumbass.

“Don’t move,” he said to Marlie, then pointed a finger at his dog. “Get in your bed.”

Blue led the way into the bedroom and lay down on his plush doggie bed. Evan charged into the bathroom and dug out a condom.

Seconds later, he was back at the piano, tearing open the wrapper. While he rolled on the condom, Marlie made quick work of the buttons on his dress shirt. He whipped off the shirt, wanting to feel her bare breasts against his chest with nothing between them.

He leaned down to capture her lips in another hot, deep kiss before trailing his mouth to the smooth curve of her neck. She reached for him, guiding him to exactly where he wanted to be. Slowly, he pushed inside her velvety slickness. Every cell in his body went into sensory overload as she thrust her hips forward, playing the most beautiful jumble of notes he’d ever heard.

He thrust deep, fully sheathing himself inside her tight warmth. Blood fled from the head on top of his neck to the one between his legs. To keep from coming in less time than it took for his heart to beat twice, he gritted his teeth.

Inside her channel, she gripped him hotly, sweetly. When she dug her nails into his biceps, every muscle in his body went so tight he thought he’d snap from the effort it took not to let go.

“Breathe. Just breathe.” She gave him a sexy grin, reminding him those were the same coaching words he’d given her the first time they’d made love.

Love. Was he? In love? If so, he was in deep shit and didn’t care. Not now. Not for this one brief moment in time when she was his, and he was all hers.

Taking his own advice, he inhaled deeply, letting his breath out slowly and beginning a steady, rocking rhythm. As he rocked faster, the piano keys played faster, louder.

Along with that dress and that garter belt, watching her on the verge of orgasming was the hottest aphrodisiac a guy could wish for. Marlie’s breasts rose and fell as her breathing quickened. She licked her lips, closing her eyes and turning him on even more.

He thrust faster, on the verge of going ballistic but wanting to watch her shatter all around him first.

Her body tightened. She gripped his wrists, arching her back. “Evan!”

Pulses rocked her body as she cried out again. He clenched his jaw, waiting for her trembling to cease before pressing his lips to her neck and letting himself go on a groan that reverberated through his blood, his bones, even to his toes, which he could swear were actually curling.

His heart jackhammered, and he couldn’t seem to get enough air. Not wanting the canine audience that awaited them in his room, he picked her up and carried her into her bedroom. He pulled out, then set her on her feet and tugged her dress up and over her head.

“Stay warm. Get under the covers.” He draped the dress on a chair and went back to his room, where Blue happily snored away on his bed. He grabbed two more condoms and his cell phone before returning to the guest room.