Page 79 of Beyond the Badge: Crew

But he didn’t immediately settle between her legs. Instead, he sat back on his heels and stared at her.

Not at her face.

Directly at her pussy.

Good thing she wasn’t self-conscious.

While he did that, she visually explored his powerful, corded thighs and the healthy girth of his erection before her gaze drifted up his abdomen. He had the perfect blend of muscle definition and layer of flesh. Not too hard, not too soft. Just right.

Hell yeah, the man was hiding a drool-worthy body beneath his clothes.

He had small, tight nipples she was tempted to tweak, along with a small patch of hair on his chest that matched the hair on his face and head. She wanted to brush her fingers across it and feel the wiriness. Maybe even nuzzle her nose against it and let it tickle her cheek.

Since when did chest hair get her motor running?

Maybe Crew was the exception.

That hair skipped over his abs and picked up again at his navel—without a hint of gray in it—and drew her eyes back down to the dark patch that nestled his pretty impressive cock.

Not too big, not too small. Just right.

A grumbled, “You done?” drew her eyes to his face.

“Are you?”

“Fuck no. I need to get a little closer.” When he dropped between her thighs, he paused and lifted his head. “No commentary,” he warned her.

She made a motion of zipping her mouth shut.

He rolled his eyes and dipped his head.

Then he dove in.

As it turned out, no commentary was needed. She’d been right about him.

He was old enough to know what he was doing, but not too old to do it.

Not too old. Not too young. Just right.

She was a regular Goldilocks.

Like his body, his actions were perfect.

He used his tongue the same way an artist used their paintbrush. Creating a painting she couldn’t see but could definitely appreciate.

He shoved his face right in there like a contestant in a pie-eating contest. He didn’t mind getting it messy while he ate.

His tongue stroked, licked and flicked, making her hips hop off the bed every time he concentrated on her sensitive clit.

She groaned when he sucked one swollen fold into his mouth, then the other.

But she truly lost her desire to say a word when he added two fingers into the mix, driving them deep, fucking her with them, before curling them and finding her G-spot.

More proof that over the years he had learned his way around a woman’s body. He knew just how to draw gasps, cries and groans from her. How to get her body twitching and her clit pulsing.

He pinned her hips down with his arm as he continued to assail her with his skilled mouth, his long fingers and the wiry hair on his face.

Now, if he was as good with his cock as he was with his mouth…

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