IVY WASN'T USED TO being affected by a blowjob. Sure, she liked driving a man crazy as much as any woman, but they didn't do a lot for her. When she'd decided to take the reins, it had more to do with praising the hero of the hour than anything else. That, and she'd felt as though she'd burst if he kept staring at her forever.
Killam's tongue slid between her lips and stroked her own. He cradled her head now, where moments ago he'd pulled almost roughly.
The joke was on her.
She wanted him more now than she had before.
He was still a lone wolf type. He'd never work well with others. And she didn't doubt that he'd done things in the name of the job that she wouldn't agree with. But right now? Tonight? She'd seen him do the right thing. It made resisting the attraction that much more difficult.
Killam pulled back. She leaned toward him, greedy for more. He tugged her hair once, then let go. His other hand wrapped around hers and he pulled her to her feet.