She whines a little, making me feel like I am. “No.”

“You sure?”

“Yes.” She tosses me a sinful look that almost brings me to my knees. “It just feels really good.”

I kiss her mouth and whisper against her lips. “What does, this?” I thrust, hard.

She curses and yanks on the sheer curtains. I hold still, knowing I’m driving her crazy by waiting. She glances over her shoulder again, her gaze steamy and her smile more nymph than lawyer. But then she does something I don’t expect. She tightens around me and moves her perfect ass in circling motions, slowly at first, until she has me falling forward from the feel of her riding me.

“Something wrong, cop?” she purrs.

Yeah, you can say it’s then that I completely lose it.

I clench her hips and drive into her while she rolls her ass, swearing as her body and mine collide. It’s like the first time I had sex: no grace, no technique, no nothing, just grinding away like I’m about to get caught. But no one will catch us, and my stamina is better than ever.

“Oh, God!” Tess screams. “Oh, God!” She grips the curtains, ripping them down, and Lord help me, I can’t stop.

My pounding is so forceful, her body slides against the glass. She fastens her hands to the frame to keep her balance. It takes some doing and a lot of focus, but I keep it up for one long while.

When I finally come, it’s potent, like a rush of adrenaline slamming into me at once. Her grunts, those moans, the spasms gripping me inside her, damn. There’s only so much a man can take.

I fall back, taking her with me. We land on our sides and on the hard wood, our bodies covered with sweat and both of us winded, gulping for air.

“I guess I should go to work now,” I gasp.

She laughs, only to quiver when I pull out. I roll her onto her back and push up on my forearms to hover above her. The smile she greets me with has me leaning into her for another long kiss. What the hell, I still have another twenty minutes.

A hard knock on her door has her jumping. It’s not Lu. This knock is angry. I wrench myself to my feet, reaching for my pants, and my gun. I check the chamber. “Stay here,” I tell her.

She clasps my wrist. “No, it’s okay. I know who it is.”

I pull on my pants when she releases me, but I keep my gun close. She glances around, frazzled, and then rushes to her dresser. “Tess, who is it?”

Another knock comes, this one more impatient. She stops dead in the middle of scrambling through her drawers. “Curran, it’s my father.”

It’s then that authoritative voice that threatened to kick my ass out of school barks in the hall. “Contessa. I know you’re in there.”

“I’m coming!” she calls out. She yanks on an old pair of pajamas, and then wraps herself in a thick robe. She glances at me as she reaches for her glasses. “I have company, Father!” she yells, only to quiet when she speaks to me. “Please come out when you’re dressed.”

She swiftly and silently gathers our trash, our empty cups, and the condoms scattered around the floor, shoving them into the paper bags of takeout.

Something isn’t right here. From the first knock, till now, she’s lost all the color in her face. I clasp her elbow. “What’s wrong?”

She’s on the verge of tears. “We don’t have a good relationship,” she admits.

“You and your dad?”

She grips the bag against her as if it can somehow protect her. I release her, mostly because something about holding her in place seems wrong now.

“I’m sorry,” she says. She hurries into the living area, shutting the door behind her.

I finish dressing as every curse word I know bounces around in my skull. Something is definitely up, but as I hear her fumbling around in the kitchen, I know it’s not a good time to ask. We’ll talk later. For now, all I can do is grab the two condoms she missed and toss them in the bathroom trash.

I stomp out of the bedroom door and shove my way into my leather jacket. Tess reaches the front door when I’m only a few feet behind her. Her dress, the one I ripped off, is gone. So is any and all evidence of our night.

I prowl closer, watching her shoulders tighten when she senses me behind her. She doesn’t want me next to her, but damn it all, no way am I keeping my distance when she’s this rattled. She needs me now, whether she’ll admit it or not.

She takes a breath and throws open the door. Call me crazy, but the old fart doesn’t seem happy to see me. “Who’s this?” he demands.

My brows knit tight. “I could ask you the same thing, sir.” I look at Tess, then flash him my badge. “Is he on your approved visitors list, ma’am?”

“Approved visitors list?” she repeats, slowly, realizing where I’m headed. “I apologize. I didn’t realize I’m supposed to have one. I don’t have many visitors.” She motions to her dad. “This is my father, Donald Newart.”

I lean back on my heels. She seems to think he doesn’t recognize me. I’m thinking she’s right. So I stay in cop mode, even though every part of me wants to ask him what he did to his daughter to make her this nervous. She’s twenty-four, not some teen who snuck in her boyfriend. Yeah, I get that it’s awkward. But the way Tess is acting, the way she looks, she’s scared out of her mind. “If he visits often, you should include him on the list to prevent another incident.”

“He doesn’t visit often—”

“I can visit anytime I want,” he snaps. “I pay for this apartment.”

His reprimanding glare fixes on Tess. She stands unmoving, appearing to crawl inward. This isn’t the first time he’s spoken to her this way, and Mother above, I could tear out his spine for how he makes her react.

I can’t keep the snarl out of my tone. “Do you also pay for her utilities—water, electricity, heat?”

He raises his chin. For a skinny chicken-neck bastard he’s not afraid of me. But he should be. “Not that it’s any of your business, but yes, I do.”

“Then can you explain why her heat was turned off a few weeks ago?”

This time his anger’s directed at me. Good, keep it there, asshole. I can take it. “It was cold enough to hang meat in here,” I tell him, keeping my voice sharp. “I had to call the super to make sure it was put back on.”

Newart doesn’t even blink. “Perhaps it was an oversight.”

My stare drills into his. “Let’s hope it was. You see, Miss Newart is helping the DA’s office with an important case. One that requires police surveillance for her protection.”

He huffs, taking her in. “I don’t believe you.”

“Then why would I be here?” I counter.

He doesn’t have an answer for that. And the longer I wait for one, the more I want to snap his scrawny neck. No, that wouldn’t piss my captain off or anything. “Ma’am, if you’re all right, and feel safe, I’ll leave now.” I look at her idiot father. “Otherwise, I’ll stay.”

She knows what I’m saying and backs away from the door, tucking her hair behind her ear. “I’m safe,” she assures me.

Everything in her features says she is, but it’s clear she’s not happy. Yeah, we’re going to have a long talk later. I tilt my chin. “Then the sweep of your apartment is complete. I’ll be outside if you need me.”

“Thank you,” she says.

She inches away as I pass, another thing I don’t like. If her dipshit father weren’t here, I’d wrap my arms around her and kiss her, reminding her that I’d see her tonight. Instead, we both keep our distance.

“Ma’am,” I say like a dumbass, pretending like we didn’t have sex all night.

“Goodbye, Officer.”

It’s the “Officer” that does me in. We’re long past this formal shit. I curse about a thousand times the minute the elevator doors shut, and all the way to Lu’s ride. As I reach the hood of her car, I glance up to the fifth floor, debating whether to return. But Tess doesn’t want me with her; she made that clear enough.

So instead of storming back up like I want to, I pound on my partner’s driver’s-side window.