Page 82 of Beyond the Badge: Crew

She rolled her eyes, but once he went back to her breasts, those eyes were rolling back in her head, instead.

Nowthatwas the reaction he wanted to see.

A sigh.

A throaty groan.

His name cried out.

Those were the only sounds he wanted to hear coming from her mouth.

And he got that. Especially when he kept thrusting at a smooth, steady pace as he spent equal time between her breasts with his mouth and fingers. Squeezing and twisting. Plucking and sucking.

Her tits weren’t heavy or large but they fit her frame perfectly. He’d always been a breast man, but had never been picky about the size. A mouthful, a palmful, or even large enough to need two hands.

Perky. Hanging heavy. Fake or real. Small or huge areolas that were pink, a deep red or even brown.

All unique and all worth worshipping.

But he was having a hard time concentrating on her breasts with the pull of her pussy. The way she squeezed him, the way she tipped and lifted her hips to meet him stroke for stroke.

He gave up trying and, using the flat of his tongue, dragged it up between her breasts to her throat, where he planted his mouth against her racing pulse. His lips vibrated from her groans.

Music to his ears.

Her not talking proved she could obey orders.

When she wanted to.

Which most likely wasn’t often.

He had a crazy urge to tame her, but immediately realized he wouldn’t want her any other way.

She was a challenge who got his blood pumping.

She was brave, outspoken and independent. If he had to admit it, she had all the characteristics perfect for a DEA agent and task force member.

Perfect for...

No.

This was only sex. A way to work out his frustration after dealing with her smart mouth. Especially after his last real relationship ended in a disaster. He was not stepping into that quicksand again.

He wouldn’t even risk dipping in a toe.

Because next thing he knew, he might be pulled under, get bogged down and be unable to escape.

“Crew!”

He lifted his head to see her frowning. “What?”

“Get out of your fucking head and join me here in bed.”

Shit.

He was holding her, not fucking her. Proving his point about the dangers of that goddamn quicksand.

He slipped his arms from around her and planted his hands on the bed, pushing his torso up to relieve some of his weight from her.

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