Page 71 of Beyond the Badge: Crew

His grip tightened on her hair, causing her scalp to sting. His Adam’s apple lodged at the top of his throat for a few seconds before dropping like a rock.

His eyes widened slightly when hers narrowed.

Neither said a word but so many things were being said between them.

They were either doing this or they weren’t. Either he had to release her, or she had to break free of his hold.

He squeezed his eyes shut and whispered, “We can’t do this.”

His strained words didn’t sound convincing.

“Then let me go.” Hers didn’t, either.

When his gray eyes flashed open, she saw his struggle, along with her own, reflected in his eyes.

“I don’t want to.”

Finally, some truth.

So, she gave some back to him. “I don’t want you to.”

“It’s wrong.” When his ragged breath swept over her lips, she licked them, drawing his eyes there.

“You’re right,” she breathed. “And I don’t care.”

“You should.”

“Something needs to break.”

His head dropped even lower, bringing his lips just a fraction from hers. “This is not how to break it.”

“Then, let me go,” she told him again.

“Make me.”

“You don’t want that.”

For fuck’s sake,she was right.

It was when her lips curved up into a wicked smile, he knew he lost this fight.

Right then. Right there.

She was going to win.

And he was going to let her.

“Fuck it,” he murmured and took her mouth.

Their lips and tongues crashed against each other, fighting for control. He wouldn’t give her the upper-hand and she wouldn’t give it to him, either.

This kiss was just as hot as the one by the pool, but this time it wasn’t going to end like it had that day.

He was done fighting it. He would embrace what he wanted and to hell with the consequences. He’d deal with those later. When his head wasn’t filled with the woman whose lips moved against his. Whose groans filled his mouth. Whose tongue twisted with his.

He released her hair, reaching under her T-shirt and grabbing her ass with both hands. He expected her to be wearing panties. She wore none.

He squeezed the warm, bare flesh filling his palms, and pulled her even closer. They stood so tightly sandwiched together that she had to feel how hard he was. How hard she made him.

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