Page 30 of Warrant
It was my turn.
“Rough night?”
“What?” I asked, thrown off. He had a way of doing that to me.
“You look…restless.” His grin got bigger.
I was tempted to tell him off and walk away. The jerk. He wasn’t supposed to point out that kind of stuff to a woman. Not even if it was the truth.Especially when it was the truth.But then I’d be left to figure out what to do with all this energy. And clearly my usual methods weren’t going to work.
Asking him to sleep with me was a little bit of a kick to the teeth though, when he was looking so damn smug.
Eh, who cares? As long as you get what you need?
Setting my cup aside, I took the last step toward him, fitting our bodies together, and ran my hands over the smooth skin over his pecs. Looking up at him, I cocked my head. “And if I said I was?”
“Thought you didn’t sleep with men on the first date?” he teased.
“It’s not the first date,” I corrected. “It’s the next day.”
“You’re right. Completely different,” he agreed as he lowered his head.
I moaned as our mouths clashed. It wasn’t an easy kiss. It was full of built up need and frustration.
It was so good, but I still wanted more. Needed more. I hadn’t felt this worked up in years. Maybe ever. And I definitely didn’t want it with any man other than him.
I slid my hands into his hair, holding his head so that he couldn’t pull away. His lips moving over mine sent tingles all over my body. The man could kiss, I’d give him that.
“Your room,” I gasped out against his mouth. I may have shown up at an unreasonably early hour looking for sex. Didn’t mean I was going to have it in his kitchen.
“Sure thing, Sheriff,” he rasped. His huge palms grabbed my ass and he lifted me as though I weighed nothing.
Wrapping my legs around his waist, I groaned against his lips. “Just this once,” I whispered to myself, making a promise to my future self that this would not continue to become a thing. I couldn’t let myself become too attached to Warrant.
His chuckle was deep as his lips traced over the sensitive skin on my neck. “Not if I can fucking help it.”
I hadn’t even realized I’d said the words out loud. And of course he’d take them as a challenge. This was my own fault.
As soon as we were inside his room, he set me down on my feet and took a step away from me. The look on his face was like a wolf who’d caught a deer. The look a hunter gets right before the kill. It made my stomach quiver, but I refused to be prey to anyone, no matter how much I wanted this man.
I kicked my shoes off and reached up to tug the elastic from my hair. He was staring at me with hungry eyes. And the manhad some nice eyes. They were so blue they reminded me of a frozen pond I used to skate on as a little girl.
Smiling, I shook my hair loose and watched as he swallowed hard. I licked my lips, reaching for the zipper on my jacket.
He lunged at me then, making me yelp as his body crashed into mine and he grabbed my arms, spinning me until my front hit the wall. The force of the move was hard, but he didn’t hurt me. If anything it just ramped the excitement up more. Who knew I liked sex a little rough?
His body pushed mine hard into the wall, trapping me with his muscled arms as he yanked my jacket down, trapping my arms inside the material.
“Warrant-”
His mouth was suddenly at my ear, his tongue flicking the outer rim. I shivered and let my head fall to the side, exposing more of my neck to him. He bit the lobe and tugged and my knees turned to jelly.
I didn’t like the feeling of being so weak against him. Or so dependent. I hated to give up control. But when it came to him, the way he barged past all my barriers, I just wanted to...give in. Let him do whatever he wanted. I wanted him to take control, but that wasn’t me. I fought every day of my life, tooth and nail. I fought to be successful. I fought to make sure I didn’t disappoint anyone. To make sure I was good enough.
“Don’t worry, Baby Girl,” he breathed out. “I won’t hurt you. Much.” Then his teeth grazed the side of my neck.
The shudder that worked its way through me was unstoppable. “You promise?” I breathed. I wasn’t talking about the biting and I was sure he realized that.
“You don’t want me to make any promises,” he muttered. His hand snaked between us and I felt him flick open my jeans. He slid the zipper down. His knuckles brushed the bare skin of my belly, making goosebumps break out over me. “Promises are likewild mustangs,” he continued. “I’ve been known to break them from time to time.”
