letting her head fall back, and he scraped his teeth along her neck, kissing a path down to the plump curve of one breast before drawing a tightened bud deep into his mouth. Her hands went to his shoulders, those nails digging into his skin just like he had said he wanted.
That sweet pain a counterpoint to the intense pleasure that he felt tasting her. He moved his attention to her other breast, tracing her nipple with the tip of his tongue before sucking her in deep. He teased her like that until she was wiggling against him, until she was panting, whimpering.
He lifted her up and set her so that she was sitting sidesaddle on him. Then he pushed her jeans down her hips, pulled them off along with her panties in as fluid a movement as he could manage in that position.
That left the good officer naked on his lap, the whole of her pretty body exposed to him. She breathed in and out, the muscles on her stomach visible as she did. Her arms were toned, and so were her thighs. He liked the look of her. Like a pint-size warrior who could kick his ass as readily as she could turn all soft and pliant and willing in his arms.
That pretty patch of curls between her legs made his mouth water. Made him so stiff he hurt.
Her skin was the most brilliant, beautiful shade of pink he’d ever seen, a flush spreading over her and getting deeper. He moved his hands slowly over her curves, careful not to miss an inch.
Then he shifted, setting her beside him on the couch so that he could get his wallet that was in his back pocket, and make quick work of his own boots and jeans so that he could be naked. Skin to skin with her. She was looking at him, her eyes darting everywhere but right to the part of him that showed how much he wanted her.
It was sweet to be with a woman who was a little bit coy. He didn’t have any experience with that. He liked them brazen and bold, and if he and Pansy were to do this again, he had a feeling that she would get a hell of a lot more bold. But, he was kind of enjoying that expression on her face now.
Because it was something between awe and reverence and he couldn’t remember the last time anyone has looked at him like that.
Maybe never.
And maybe that didn’t say great things about his ego, but his ego had taken a pounding over the last few years, so he would take it.
She lifted her hand and reached out, fingertips brushing against where he was hot and hard for her. He sucked a breath in, pleasure skittering over him like lightning.
“Did I hurt you?”
“Almost,” he said. “But in the best way.”
She sat there, unmoving.
“Touch me,” he ground out.
She did, wrapping her fingers around him, testing him, squeezing him. And then, she devoted her full attention to him. Her mouth fell open slightly, those pink lips parted and when she licked them he felt the echo of that slick tongue stroke against his length.
“You’re so sexy,” he ground out. “I want to be inside you.”
He was a liar.
He didn’t want it.
He needed it.
She rose up onto her knees, still holding him in her hand, and she kissed him. She was getting bolder with her kisses already, her tongue delving into his mouth to explore him without hesitation. He planted his hand on her ass, slipping his fingertips between her legs and teasing her damp opening as she continued to squeeze him. She gasped, and he pushed his finger back inside of her, then a second, glorying in how hot she was. How wet.
How good she would feel when he pushed his way inside of her.
This was just teasing.
He was ready for the real thing. He grabbed his wallet and pulled out a condom, tearing it open and rolling it onto his length.
Sure he hadn’t been with a woman in years, but he made sure that he had the necessities just in case.
He was a man who didn’t take chances. Especially not anymore.
He grabbed hold of her again and positioned her so that she was astride him on his lap again, pulling her close so that he could push his hardness through her slickness.
She shuddered and he gripped her chin with his thumb and forefinger, parting her mouth and kissing her deep, gripping