After I gave her some of my clothes to put on, which were ridiculously big on her, and we changed, we settled in on the couch to come up with a plan. I gave her all the information that I had gotten from Robbie, and told her that I knew with absolute certainty that the DEA couldn’t pull a team together fast enough, even if I didn’t wait till morning to call in. She was also quite sure that the FBI had no intention of getting that involved, or in taking over the case.

We both knew damn well that if the FBI showed up with a team that knew little to nothing about this case, one of two things could happen. Either they would totally ruin it and do whatever they wanted on scene, or it would cause a political shitstorm between departments, and nobody wanted that. As we discussed our options, we got cozier on the couch, as if we’d known each other forever. We bounced ideas off of each other on how to handle the drug deal, and how we could collect enough evidence to prosecute these guys if we couldn’t take down Diego himself.

I started to feel more relaxed, when we’d established a couple scenarios that we could handle ourselves, and I began to get tired. It wasn’t as late as I normally would have been home from a night out with the gang; however, it had been a hell of a day all the way around.

“Are you tired? You can sleep in my bed, and I’ll sleep on the couch,” I said, rubbing her leg gently. I’d caught her yawning a couple of times, and I wanted to lay down as well.

“I am. I had planned to go home tonight, but I guess that’s not happening,” she replied.

“No, you’re definitely not going home tonight. This should all be over by tomorrow night, and then we can both go home.”

“I don’t want to steal your bed. I can sleep on the couch.”

“That’s not happening. I’m a gentleman. Sort of,” I laughed, causing her to giggle. She had an adorable laugh. I continued to try to fight my attraction to her, but it was growing. She was smart and knew how to run an operation; she had fantastic ideas for how to handle the next day. She was sexy, but also had a shy sweetness to her that made me want to protect her.

I rose from the couch, and took her hand, pulling her up as well. As I led her to my room behind me slowly, she rested her forehead on my back. Without turning around, I asked, “Are you ok?”

“I am. It’s just been a long day, ya know?”

Turning around, I took her into my arms in an embrace, without even thinking. “It has. But it’s going to be ok.” I rested my chin atop her head, and she laid her face against my chest, letting out a sigh. As I took in a breath, I could smell her floral shampoo, and something about the scent of flowers was comforting, so I held her just a bit tighter.

Without lifting her head, she whispered, “Why don’t we both just sleep here? It’ll be more comfortable.”

I ran my hand up her back, toward her neck. Just standing there, holding her like that felt so intimate. I wanted her. I knew, in that moment, she’d left an impression upon me that I’d not soon shake. Before reason could take over, my hand grasped the back of her neck gently, tilting her face upward as I created a bit of space between us.

“Are you sure?” I asked, as she looked up at me through her long lashes, a bit of her short hair falling in her face.

“I’m sure,” she whispered, then licked her pale pink lips.

That was all it took. Instinct took over, and I leaned down, softly pressing my lips against hers. As I wrapped my arm around her, my other hand moved to her soft face. She opened her mouth to mine, reciprocating my kiss, setting my heart on fire. I wanted her, but I also wanted to take my time with her. Something stopped me from ravaging her the way any other man in my position would be inclined to do. As she slid her hands around my waist slowly, her touch felt like electricity radiated from her fingertips, lighting up my skin.

As our kisses became more passionate, I began to move us slowly toward my bed, backing her up to it. Her legs hit the edge, and we stopped for just a moment. “Is this a good idea?” she murmured softly.

“It’s a very good idea,” I replied hoarsely, barely able to find my voice. I tugged at the string at her waistband, the giant plaid pajama bottoms falling to the floor, leaving her in only my t-shirt, that hung to her thighs. She was so sexy, but it was her natural beauty that turned me on.

Standing at well over six and a half feet tall, I towered over her, and when she ran her hands up my chest, getting on her tiptoes for another kiss, I knew she wanted me too. Gently pushing her back on the bed, she crawled backwards, giving me room to join her. I yanked my shirt off over my head, throwing it to the side and then stood there, just admiring the view. An alluring, intelligent woman was in my bed, even if it wasn’t really my bed, and my cock strained against my jeans as I took her in.

Smirking at me, she finally said, “Are you going to join me, or you just going to stand there and stare?”

Shaking me from my awestruck expression, I moved in, crawling over her, as she laid down on her back, letting me cage her in. I wanted to taste every inch of her, and after I kissed her sweet lips again, I moved to gently lick and nip at her neck, sure to avoid any of the tenderness she may have there. Reacting to my touch, she let out a light moan as I ran my lips down to her shoulder, tilting her head to the side, granting me the access I wanted.

I couldn’t resist her soft skin, and as I trailed my hand up her side, under my giant t-shirt, toward her breasts, I realized she wasn’t wearing a bra, which made my cock ache even more. Rubbing my thumb across her tight nipple, her hips arched into me as she gasped. I sat up quickly, grabbing the hem of the shirt, and slowly pushed it up over her chest. Sitting up, allowing me to pull it over her head smoothly, she laid back down and gazed up at me.

“You’re fucking beautiful, Portia,” I said huskily. It was taking every ounce of self control I had not to rip her panties off and fuck her until morning.

She smiled silently, pulling me back to her by slipping a finger into the belt loop at the front of my jeans. Although she began to try working my zipper down, I had other plans, and I needed to taste more of her before I let her touch my cock. I didn’t think I could control myself if she did. I took one of her pert nipples into my mouth, rolling my tongue over it, while gently running the pad of my thumb over the other one. Her hips rose again, letting me know she enjoyed it as much as I did, when I moved to the other. I sucked and licked as her nipples tightened and hardened even more under my touch. I could have played with her beautiful tits all night, the perfect mouthful for my appetite, but I couldn’t resist going lower.

I kissed her belly, making my way down her torso until I reached the waistband of her cute little black cotton panties. As I began to edge them down her hips, she lifted them to help me, and I slid them down her legs, tossing them aside.

I could feel the warmth from between her legs, and I started to salivate, thinking of the prize. “I’m going to devour your pussy,” I said, spreading her legs open to me. She was neatly shaved, just a tiny bit of peach fuzz covered her little mound, and as I gripped her thighs, I felt her muscles tighten. “I promise you will love it, baby,” I whispered.

Unable to wait another minute, I flattened my tongue against her clit, swiping it up, and sucking on the hard little nub, causing her to gasp. I gently sucked on her, rubbing with my thumb as I massaged her core with my tongue. I could feel her panting already, and she was so wet. I wanted to take her over the edge, I wanted her to fuck my face with that sweet little pussy. As she began to rock her hips to my movement, I slid a finger inside her slowly and she cried out softly. “Davidson, you’re gonna make me come!” she panted, her hips rolling back and forth to my touch. I began to lap a little harder, faster, pushing my finger inside her deeper when I felt her start to tremble. Quickly pulling my finger out, I vigorously licked and sucked at her pussy, pulling her orgasm from her and pulling her roughly to my face. As she cried out my name as she came, I lapped up every bit of her juices, coaxing her to ride my face to the end.

Before she had a chance to fully recover from her climax, I got up and grabbed a condom from a nearby dresser and set it on the nightstand, just before taking my jeans off and crawling back in next to her. When she rolled over to me, I took her in my arms, pressing my lips to hers. As she opened to me again, my tongue exploring her mouth again, I pulled her naked body tight to mine, my hard cock pushing against her.

“I want you,” she pulled away and whispered, before tilting her head to kiss my neck. Her lips matched the electricity in her fingertips, and I couldn’t wait another moment. I hastily grabbed the condom, rolling it on, and repositioned myself above her. As I lined up at her entrance, still soaking wet for me, she bit her lip in anticipation. In one thrust, I was inside her, groaning at the sensation of her tight pussy adjusting around my cock. Slowly, I pushed in and out of her, unable to contain my moans, as she panted for more and pulled me deeper into her. I bent down to kiss her, while thrusting in and out of her as slowly as I could physically handle. We didn’t stop kissing, our lips mashed together passionately, keeping us connected. I’d never kissed so much while fucking; it was the most amazing feeling to be so in tune with someone. Every move of her hips in sync with mine, our lips never straying from each other for more than a breath as we rocked together, until the buildup was more than either of us could contain.

I felt her begin to tremble again, and I picked up the pace, my own release building in unison. As I began to thrust harder, her moans increased, and I couldn’t control myself anymore. I let myself go as I felt her pussy clench down on my cock, and I pumped into her harder, my lips still trailing along her neck as I groaned with my release and she cried out with hers. I tried not to collapse above her, but laid gently above her, kissing her more. Her kisses were passionate and inviting, and my lips felt like they’d come home to hers.

Finally, I rolled off her and tossed the condom in a small trash bin nearby, before pulling her close to me under the covers. We hadn’t spoken, and I didn’t want her to think that what happened was a mistake. Typically, I was a confident man. I had to be. But in that moment, I feared that she’d regret what happened, and reassuring her otherwise was paramount to me. She snuggled into me, resting her head on my chest, wrapped in my arms, and finally spoke.