The Bad Boy of Redemption Ranch - Maisey Yates Page 0,56

flicked open the button on her jeans, dragged her zipper down and pushed his hand right down between her legs, right where he’d been fantasizing about touching.

She was wet.

So damn slick and perfect. He stroked her, moving his fingers through the seam of her folds, paying extra close attention to the sensitized bundle of nerves that he knew would bring her extreme pleasure. She gasped, moving against his hand, each little noise that she made in time with his strokes like a plea for more. And he answered that plea. He shifted his hand, pinching her gently before pressing his palm against her as he explored her deeper, pushing one finger inside of her. She pulled her mouth from his, letting her head fall back against the wall, her eyes wide, her mouth dropping open in shock.

“You okay?” He was barely able to ask the question. He didn’t know what the hell he would do if she wanted to stop.

Well, he’d stop. But he’d have to go jump in a cold river and put his balls on ice.

“Good,” she panted.

But there was a strange and wild look in her eyes, something that seemed to sit on the edge of pleasure and fear. But then she leaned in and kissed his mouth, and he figured he would believe the lady when she told him it was good.

He worked his finger in and out of her body, and she wiggled her hips in time with the movement. Suddenly, she planted her palms against his chest and pushed him backward. He slipped his hand out of her jeans and let her move him away.

She was strong, and there was a lot of sexy, tight muscle under that smooth skin of hers, but she was no match for him if he decided he wasn’t going to be moved.

But then she planted her hands on his stomach, let them drift down as they crept beneath the hem of his shirt. She blinked rapidly when her fingertips made contact with his skin. Then she bit her lip and pushed her hands farther up, pushing his shirt up and exposing his stomach and chest. He grabbed the bottom of it and pulled it up over his head. She put her hand in the center of his chest, the expression on her face one of awe as she stared at the place where her palm rested against him.

“You’re beautiful,” she said.

He didn’t think a woman had ever called him beautiful before. “Not much to do but work out for the last few years.”

“Thank you,” she said, letting her fingertips drift over his muscles. “Really.”

“Officer Daniels,” he said. “I think you’re a little bit of a bad girl.”

She blinked. “Me?”

“You sure make me think bad things.” He lifted her hand from his chest and brought her fingertips to his mouth, biting the tip of one gently. She shivered. He took her by the hand and led her back to the tack room. There was a couch in there. Not the most civilized space, given that there were harnesses and crops hanging all over the walls.

Though, to be honest, he could think of a few things he wouldn’t mind doing with the crop and Officer Daniels’s pretty backside.

But, that conversation could happen later.

Next time, maybe.

He slammed the door closed behind them, just in case Emmett ended up wandering around. He was pretty sure the kid was occupied playing some game on his phone—or looking at things West didn’t want to think about him looking at—and wouldn’t be leaving the house. But still.

He moved to Pansy, pulling her T-shirt up over her head.

She was wearing a sensible sports bra that didn’t do a whole lot to show off her curves. But he didn’t care. He pushed that up too, making quick work of it and flinging it onto the floor.

A blush covered her cheeks, spreading down lower, over those pretty breasts.

And they were pretty. Barely a handful, but with hard, dark pink nipples that he wanted to taste.

He pulled her up against him, her bare breasts against his bare chest, and kissed her, bringing her down onto the couch, onto his lap. They were both in only blue jeans, her thighs spread wide.

Then he moved his hands down her back, down to her ass, and jerked her against him so that she could feel the hard length of him.

The denim kept them both from getting as much stimulation as he’d like, but the tease was fun in its way. She gasped,