her tightly with his other hand. Teasing her relentlessly between her legs.
Then he moved his hands to her hips and lifted her slowly, pressing the head of him to the entrance of her body and bringing her down slowly, achingly slow, onto him, inch by excruciating inch. She whimpered, she wiggled, a harsh sound rising in her throat as he arched his hips upward and thrust all the way home.
She went stiff, and when he looked at her face he saw that she was not having very much fun.
“What?” he asked, doing his best to form words, because his brain wasn’t working well at all. She was so tight. So perfect, and he hadn’t been inside anyone in so long. Even then, no one had ever felt like her. Not like this.
She was a revelation. Having to think while buried inside of her was not easy.
“It’s fine,” she said, but a tear escaped the corner of her eye, and he knew it wasn’t fine.
“What’s wrong,” he asked, moving to pull out.
She put her hand against his wrist. “No,” she said. “I want to.”
“I’m hurting you,” he said.
“It’s getting better.”
“Why does it hurt?”
“I’ve never... I’ve never done this before,” she said.
He cursed, and lifted her away from him, laying her down on the couch. “Pansy...”
“No,” she said fiercely. “Don’t leave it half done. Don’t just give me the pain. This was supposed to be something wild. Don’t make it something sad.” She reached up, curving her fingers around his neck, her eyes meeting his. “I’ve had enough sad.”
He couldn’t resist that. He let her pull his face down to hers, kissed her. She parted her legs for him, and he slid himself between them, pushing inside of her again. This time, she gasped, but she didn’t cry out. He pressed his thumb where he knew she needed him most and stroked her as he moved in and out of her slowly, as gently as he could. He did that until she was making those same movements with her hips she’d done when he was just touching her. Did that until he was sure he had brought her back to the peak of mindless pleasure instead of to that space where they were both thinking too damned much.
Then she gripped his shoulders, her fingernails digging into his skin again. And he lost it. He braced himself against the couch and withdrew slowly, then thrust back in hard.
This time, when she made a sound, it was definitely of pleasure.
His control unraveled, then released completely. And he could do nothing but lose himself in the deep, primal rhythm he established between them.
She lifted her hips, meeting him thrust for thrust, her lack of experience lost in the way they learned each other. In the way they each followed their pleasure.
Her mouth was soft, and she kissed his jaw, his chin, his lips. Soft kisses that joined with those sharp nails. Pleasure and pain, perfect from her.
It had been inevitable. From the moment she pulled him over, that they would end up here. That he would take her like this.
He was just damned glad that they’d finally accepted that inevitability.
And when it was over, he was going to have to deal with the rest. With the practicality.
But not now.
Hell no, not now.
“West,” she whispered his name, lifting her hips and grinding herself against him as he thrust deep. She shuddered, her internal muscles getting impossibly tighter as her orgasm wrenched through her, deep and intense, judging by the way she squeezed him.
And then, he was gone. Utterly and completely gone. His every thought turned to fire, each brain cell turning into a nerve ending, capable of only registering one thing. White-hot pleasure.
She surrounded him. That tight, beautiful body, her soap-scented clean skin that smelled like sweat now because of him.
This good girl. A uniformed police officer. Naked and panting and dirty because of him.
He gritted his teeth, his orgasm rushing over him like a tidal wave. He came on a hoarse growl, pumping into her hard as he spent himself. Then he lowered his head, pressing his forehead to her shoulder, trying to catch his breath as reality began to set in.
He had just screwed the very last woman he should’ve ever touched.
His tenant. A cop.
A damned virgin.
He pulled away from her, draping her legs over his lap as he pushed into a sitting position, leaning his back against the couch.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he panted.
“I didn’t want it to matter,” she said. “Hell,