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amusement as she unlocked her apartment door. Before she could push it open, a hand reached past her and shoved it wide. Another hand slid around her waist and forced her over the threshold.
    Shrugging away from his hold, she pretended to resist. The door slammed behind her, and before she could face him, his wet body crowded hers against the wall of the foyer, hands gripping her wrists and gliding them upward.
    “Gonna pat me down?” she gasped, wishing those hands were caressing her.
    “Just shut up,” he ground out, pressing close enough she felt his rigid cock grind against her buttocks.
    Anger chasing desire was a heady cocktail. Cait knew all too well that the madder Sam got, the brighter the fireworks. “This is my house,” she bit out, “and I didn’t invite you in.”
    “I’m not a fucking vampire, and you left me a key,” he whispered in her ear. “Invitation enough.”
    So he’d figured that out. “Maybe I just forgot it was there.”
    “You’re a lot of things, but careless isn’t one of ’em.”
    The low, sexy rumble of his voice was doing a number on her, rasping nerve endings, igniting her arousal like kerosene poured onto smoldering coals. “Whatcha gonna do, Detective Pierce?” she asked, letting him hear the breathless excitement in her voice.
    “Not what I should, that’s for sure,” he growled.
    The whispered regret stung.
    Stiffening, she muttered, “I’ll make it easy for you to do the right thing. I want you to go.”
    “Liar.” His hand slid between her waist and the wall, then skimmed upward to cup her breast. He squeezed, shaping its fullness with his broad palm.
    Another hand glided between her legs, and fingers strummed over her clothed sex.
    Cait bit her lip, trying to hold back a moan. But her body betrayed her in a very obvious way.
    “You’re wet, O’Connell,” Sam drawled beside her ear.
    “So, it’s been awhile. Coulda happened with anybody.”
    “Sorry I’m not Jason?” he whispered, pinching her nipple.
    The sensual torture earned a throaty groan. Then she remembered he’d asked something. “Jason?”
    “You been playing with a partner again?”
    If she’d had an ounce of pride left, she would have said yes. Just to prick him. He was already getting pretty sure of himself by the way he crowded closer, his hips grinding against her backside. “We’re just friends,” she gasped, then rocked her hips side to side to rub against his cock.
    He nuzzled into the corner of her shoulder, and she tilted her head, encouraging him to slide warm lips along her skin.
    “You planning on staying the night, Pierce?”
    His teeth gently bit her earlobe. “Only if you beg me.”
    “Beg!” she snorted. “I don’t have to beg for it. I get hit on all the time.”
    “Wrong answer,” he growled.
    The button at the top of her slacks popped. Her zipper scraped down. A hand slid over her belly, and a single, thick digit slipped between her slick folds. Sam circled on her clit and then pinched it and circled again, stoking her arousal.
    Cait’s entire body quaked. Sweet Jesus, she wasn’t gonna last a minute. When fingers twisted her nipple, the intense pleasure arched her back. Another second and he’d have her climbing the wall. “Uncle, already.”
    “What’s that, sweetheart?” Fingers glided down, tucking inside her entrance and then thrusting in maddening little strokes.
    “God, you’re an asshole.”
    “Just making sure you really want me here.”
    A soft, ragged sob escaped her lips, and Cait surrendered, slumping against him. “Please, Sam. Please finish it, now.”
    He pulled away his hands and gripped her hips. Taking one step back, he turned her. Standing face-to-face and supported by his strength, Cait lifted her face.
    His taut, hungry look took away her breath. The half-lidded gaze blazed midnight blue; his stare was unrelenting.
    “It’s just sex,” she blurted, needing to pull back a little emotionally.
    “Agreed.” His stare flitted