BountyHunterpart21

Michael led her to the back of the parking lot to where he had parked Isabel's car and then pressed her against it.

Her hands tangled in his hair and her pelvis bucked against him uncontrollably.

"Max," Maria panted.

Michael let go of her and narrowed his eyes. "Michael."

"No," she rolled her eyes and then her head and noticed both straps of her dress were resting on her arms, the tops of her breasts almost glowed against the red of the dress and the darkness of the parking lot. "Max knows where Liz is."

Michael licked his bottom lip, his eyes traveling down from her face to her breasts. "Is she in this parking lot?" Maria shook her head. "Then I don't give a shit right now."

He stepped back into her and pushed the dress down until her breasts were free. Without missing a beat, he bent his head forward and wrapped his lips around a nipple. Maria sunk her hands back into his hair and sighed. She tried to weigh the pros and cons of what was happening but couldn't. Her body ached with passion.

Michael's hand reached underneath the hem of her dress and felt the dampness of her panties between her legs. A growl erupted in his throat as he thrust his hand inside the satin.

Maria's mouth opened then closed. She pressed her body down into his hand as all rational thoughts disappeared. The need of contact from another person was overwhelming. She didn't care that they were in a public parking lot. She didn't care that they could be busted any minute. All she cared about was the feel of Michael's mouth and hands on her.

He looked up to her and twirled his tongue around her nipple. "You wanna stay here?"

She nodded and let the dress slide down her upper body until it gathered at her waist.
Michael tilted his head to one side and smirked. He turned her around and pulled her body tight against his. Maria felt his hands roaming her body and shook her head. She turned back around and faced him.

"What's wrong?" He asked huskily.

She licked her lips and gently pushed him backward towards the rear of the car, just out of view from the rest of the lot. She pushed him back and unfastened his belt; her nimble hands had his jeans unbuttoned and unzipped in seconds.

Michael rested his hands on the trunk; completely fascinated with the way she was taking charge of the situation. He felt his jeans being pushed down to his ankles and the sultry hot air hitting his bare skin.

"Are you happy to see me Mr. Guerin?" Maria asked playfully as she leaned against him feeling exactly how happy he was to see her on her thigh.

"Yeah DeLuca, I'm happy to see you," he reached to her and pulled her tight against him.

Maria placed her hands on his chest and pushed back from him. With a tilt of her head she grinned. "You have�?"

"Have?" Michael's voice was rushed. He nodded. "The glove box�No!"

"Of your truck?" Maria grinned. "You keep condoms in the glove box of your truck? The truck that reaches the temperature of nine hundred? The truck that isn't here?"
Michael let his head sag against his chest after a brief nod. She lifted his head up so he could face her; so he could see her shaking her head. "Well, then I guess we'll have to find something else to do." She smirked as his eyes lit up.

She pushed him back a little bit more until his ass was resting on the edge of the trunk and his feet dangled. With raised eyebrows and heated desire she straddled him; pressing her groin against him. He reached under her dress and cupped her ass wishing desperately that he could be inside of her.

"DeLuca�" He moaned as she rocked back and forth on him bringing him to near orgasm and then pausing.

He buried his face in her breasts and suckled her nipples, first one then the other.
The sounds from nearby traffic heightened every touch, every rub and kiss. Hiding in plain sight in the back of a parking lot, two people who still weren't all that comfortable around the other took their relationship to the next level.

Maria kept her fingers in his hair, the tips getting damp from sweat. She felt sweat run down her back and underneath her knees.

"I gotta go, Guerin," her voice was husky. "I gotta go."

He shook his head and looked up into her eyes. He saw loneliness; something he understood. "Not yet."

"Oh yeah," she wiggled off of him and pulled her dress up. She watched him reluctantly pull his jeans up and zip them. He left the top button undone and she had to turn away from the thin line of hair that disappeared into the denim.

"Why?" He asked and stepped towards her.

"I don't want to stop and we have to," she cocked her head to one side and grinned. "We're working together and you don't have protection."

"I can get it," he nodded. "There's a drug store right across the street!"

She shook her head and wondered why she was turning him down. She dismissed the idea that she wanted him too much. She had never wanted anyone too much; it wasn't in her vocabulary. It wasn't in her nature. And it always came back to human nature.

She turned away from him and started walking back to her jeep. She heard the gravel rustle in back of her and knew Michel was following. She wasn't surprised when she felt his hand on her arm.

"Stop!" He demanded and pulled her to a halt forcing her to turn around and face him. "What the hell are you doing?"

"What do you mean?" She asked as an unfamiliar feeling washed through her. Guilt.

"What do I mean?" He laughed and released her arm. "How can you do that? How can you just turn this on and off so fucking fast? What are you? A damn machine?"

She bit back her surprise at his blatant honesty and dwelled on the fact that he might be right. She might be a machine.

"Maria?" He ran his hands through his sweat soaked hair. "I want you, okay? I want you so bad I don't think I've wanted anything as bad in my entire life! You act like you want me too, then bam! You're gone."

She shook her head hating that he was being so honest. A fast lay in a hot town was all she was wanted after the job was done; she didn't want any of the other bullshit. No strings. "I'm sorry." The words were heartfelt, she was sorry, for herself as well as him.

He laughed bitterly. "Fine, we can work together and find Liz and that's it. I can't take this other shit. Okay?"

She nodded. "I won't be here long, in Roswell. I can't�"

"Can't get involved?" A smile played on his lips.

"Yeah, I can't get involved," new sweat was forming on her forehead and she fought the urge to wipe it off.

"Okay," he dug his hands deep into his pockets. "It's cool."

Maria watched as he walked away and wondered if she was making a mistake. A mistake that would haunt her long after she had left the hell known as Roswell. With sagging shoulders, she reached her jeep and got in and watched as Michael roared past her in Isabel's car without even glancing in her direction.

She wiped her eyes before the wetness appeared and started the engine. It was going to be twice as hard to work with him now. Now she just wanted to find Liz and get the hell out of town as fast as she could. Maybe.

The short drive to the hotel didn't leave her time to think about her decision about Michael Guerin. The short walk up to her room did. She was going to call him and apologize. Maybe even invite him over. Besides, she thought as she slipped her keycard into the lock, who else was going to understand her as well as someone just like her?

She reached for the handle, lost in her own thoughts about Michael Guerin. She didn't notice someone standing in back of her until his hands were on hers pulling them behind her. She opened her mouth to scream as duct tape was slapped over her mouth. She felt the familiar feel of handcuffs as they were clicked on her.

Her eyes were wild as she fought to see who the hell had her. Strong arms were holding her still, while a smaller set of hands were adjusting the cuffs.

Two of them.

She kicked out and managed a quick glance in back of her. The two people in back of her shocked her then pissed her off. One had a great smile; the other had a bad dye job.

* * *

"Bullshit, this is all bullshit." Michael nodded to himself as he floored the truck through town. His hands were sweating, not from the heat, but from anger. He was angry with himself for letting himself fall for someone like her. He was angry with her for not acting like she was feeling the same way when he could tell she did. "Bullshit!"

He turned the truck around in the middle of the street and gunned it back towards the restaurant, back towards her hotel. This wasn't over.

TBC