Once Bitten, Twice Dead - By Bianca D'Arc Page 0,37
mind almost from the first moment he’d met her. She’d impressed him with her determination, humor, quick wit and grit, but she’d wowed him with her courage, compassion and beauty. She was a force to be reckoned with, both as a police officer and as a woman. He wanted to get to know her better, in the most intimate sense.
Beyond that, he wasn’t sure where the road they were on would lead them. For now, they rode together. After this mission was over, he wasn’t sure what would happen, but he couldn’t see himself wanting to give her up once he’d had her. Not for the foreseeable future. If she was willing, he’d even give a long-distance relationship a try, if he had to.
That would work itself out when the time came, though. For now, he wanted to enjoy every sigh, every little catch of her breath as he touched her. His hands ached to get to know the soft curves of her naked body and his cock wanted to find its home between her lithe thighs.
Her small hands went around his shoulders as he pressed her back against the kitchen counter. She was so petite, he was almost afraid of hurting her with his ardor. She gave as good as she got, though, making her own demands in that ultrafeminine way of hers. Little moans and tugs at his clothing drove him wild while the scent, taste and feel of her drugged his every sense.
She was as sublime in her passion, as he’d dreamed. And he had dreamed—since first meeting her, he’d thought often about how she would respond to him. Their first tempestuous kiss earlier had only whetted his appetite for more. More of her. More of their combined passion.
It was like setting spark to tinder. He was hard and wanting with her slightest touch.
“Baby,” he whispered against her cheek, drawing back slightly to breathe. They were both gasping for air. “You’re sweet to kiss, Officer Petit.”
She looked at him, her eyes dilated with pleasure and not quite coherent. He loved that he’d put that look on her face. He’d kissed her silly…and he’d only just begun.
He dove for the soft skin of her throat, nudging aside the damp terrycloth of her robe with his chin and teeth as he worked his way downward. She didn’t object when he bared her breasts. In fact, she encouraged him, dropping her head back and pulling her shoulders back, offering herself up to him like a pagan goddess of bounty.
Her breasts were perfect. Round and heavy with pointed nipples that begged for his attention. Frustrated by the differences in their height, he bent, placing his hands under her lovely round ass, and lifted her onto the kitchen counter. Her thighs spread to admit him between as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
And it was. For them. It was as if they’d been made to fit together like two puzzle pieces.
He pressed his advantage, leaning in to kiss her once more, rubbing his T-shirt-covered chest over her luscious tits. He felt her nipples stabbing into him, exciting them both as he dragged against her in a sensuous circle.
He had to taste her. Ending the kiss, he leaned back, forcing his hips into the cradle of her thighs while his gaze roamed down her body, visible in the open V of her robe. The belt still held on for dear life while the upper parts of the robe had come away to reveal her breasts. The lower halves had parted when she spread her legs for him. He had a clear view—and feel—of her pussy.
She was neatly trimmed, with shaved edges that made his mouth water. He’d like to do the honors next time. Such an intimate act required the utmost in trust. He’d like to earn that kind of trust from her. But that was for later. For now, he wanted—no, needed—to taste her.
Xavier lowered his head, one goal in mind. Well, two, actually—they were soft and round and begging for his touch. His hands framed her breasts, cupping them, stroking with his thumbs just beneath the pointed nipples as her breathing hitched. He licked his way down her throat, following the beating pulse at the side of her neck, then lower, to the soft skin that had tantalized him even under the stiff cotton of her uniform shirt.
She’d been braless of necessity in the hospital, and he’d gotten a good long look at the shape of her