Page 80 of Warrant
My lips were sliding over hers as my tongue plunged into her mouth and she met every movement, every stroke as I tried to claim her. She was already mine, she just wasn’t willing to accept it yet. I’d wanted to do this for days, and now that she was in my arms she wasn’t fighting it anymore. I knew as soon as this ended she’d put that distance between us again.
Her gasp of outrage was like music to my ears as I broke the kiss and bent enough to catch my shoulder at her hips. She was over my shoulder before she had a chance to run. I wasn’t going to give her enough time to overanalyze the situation. I stomped back up the porch steps and headed straight for my bedroom.
I felt her tense on my shoulder before she started hitting and kicking at me. “Put me down, you asshole.”
“Be nice or you'll find yourself in those handcuffs, Sheriff.” I could feel her trying to get some traction to slip off my shoulder, so I took her ass in hand to hold her steady. It wasn’t a hardship to grip those curves.
“You don’t get to just do whatever you want,” she huffed and tried to pull free again.
Wrong.
I wondered if she knew she was wrong as she said the words. I always got what I wanted. She was lucky I’d given her threedays of space. For three days I had been thinking of nothing but her since she had walked away from me. I wasn’t sure how to convince her to be with me, but this couldn’t hurt. And even I could tell her struggles were half-hearted. She wanted this as much as I did. She wouldn’t have kissed me back if she didn’t.
She’d left my house, gotten into her own truck, and drove off without another word. I let her go, thinking I might have to let her go. I’d rejected that thought about two minutes later. Dropping her onto the bed, I covered her body with my own, my hands on her wrists where she was still hitting at me.
I chuckled as I caught both her wrists and held her hands in one of mine above her head. I slid the other hand up into her hair, cupping the back of her head. Her gray eyes were flashing fire, her hair tumbling down her shoulders and all I wanted to do was taste her. To make her mine. “You want this. Admit it, Ainsley. I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind.”
She narrowed her eyes and bit out the words. “Fine, I want this, but you can’t just-”
I cut off whatever she was saying. I couldn’t have her changing her mind again. I crushed my mouth down against hers. This might be the last chance I had to convince her of how good we were together. I needed her to forget about her honor and realize that what we had was more important. She didn’t think she could have this and her job, but I knew I couldn’t give her up.
I let her lips go when we both were panting, my mouth moving along her neck to the sensitive place below her ear. I felt the shiver pass through her and couldn’t help my grin. “Tell me you’re mine,” I demanded, my tongue tasting along the skin I had missed so much.
She sighed, and her head fell to the side to give me more room to maneuver. “I can’t do that. I want this, but I just...can’t.”
It didn’t matter. I’d get her confession before the end of this. I wanted her to know she was mine and she wasn’t getting away from me again. “You don’t want me to let you go,” I said, nipping her neck. My free hand skimmed up under her uniform shirt to the edge of her sports bra. On duty she was no nonsense, no frills. But when she was off duty? This bra would be lace, maybe satin. Didn’t matter to me. I liked everything she wore. It was even better when I tore them off.
“I can’t be yours.”
“You’re lying to yourself.” I pressed a kiss to the skin above her pulse before I let her wrists go. I wanted my hands on her. “Do I need to take that badge off, too?” I teased, but she knew I wasn’t playing around. My hands went to her top.
“Don’t you dare,” she snapped, stopping me from ripping her uniform shirt open. “You’ll be sewing all those buttons back on.”
Grinning, I slowly began slipping the buttons from their holes, one at a time. Painfully slow. I liked the way her tits were heaving as she watched in anticipation. She wanted this slow? I could do that. It would be torturous for us both, but fun at the same time.
As I worked the shirt, she managed to wiggle it from the waistband of her pants. “Take that off for me,” I commanded. “Slow. Like you’re giving me a private show.” I moved off her, watching as she kneeled on the bed and unbuckled her gun belt, setting it on the floor to the side of the bed. My mouth was dry, as she slid her pants down. They pooled at her knees as she concentrated on her shirt, slipping it off.
She was watching me while my eyes were busy roving over her gorgeous body. She was fucking perfect. “Come here, Ains.” I loved using her name, but I still preferred her nickname. She had no idea that she’d always be Sheriff to me. It made me want to push her until she lost control and got that same bossy attitude in the bedroom that she had at work. I had no problemsletting her order me around when I had a mouthful of her delicious pussy.
Lunging at her, I took her down to the bed. She didn’t shriek like most women would, instead she fought me. We were grappling for the top position. And while I normally wouldn’t mind letting her get on me, I was in charge this time. I wasn’t taking any chances that she’d bolt on me. For that to happen, I needed her soft and compliant underneath me.
She grunted as I wedged my hips between her thighs and put enough of my weight on her that she had a hard time moving. My teeth nipped her collarbone before I soothed the spot with my tongue. “I can’t give you up.”
She stopped squirming beneath me and sighed. “You don’t even know me,” she said, voice barely a whisper.
“Stay still unless you want to be cuffed to my bed.” She was wrong. I did know her. I was willing to bet I knew her better than she knew herself at this point. Lowering my body, I took her panties in one hand and yanked them off.
She yelped, then lifted her head to glare down at me. “Jerk! I have to go back to work after this.”
“Then you’ll be going without these,” I told her with a mischievous grin as I tucked them into my jeans pocket. I fucking loved that I was still fully dressed while she was mostly naked beneath me. I needed to fix that. Reaching up, I grabbed for her bra.
She snagged my wrist. “Don’t. I’ll do it.”
Shrugging, I went back to what I was doing while she struggled out of the sports bra.
She dropped the bra on the floor, and my gaze fell on the swell of her tits, watching her nipples harden in the cool air of the room. I ran the tip of one finger around one of those perky little nipples. She bit back a moan, then turned her face into the pillow as I dipped my head and traced her clit with mytongue. “Look at me,” I commanded, looking up from between her thighs. She glanced at me, her gray eyes a bit glazed with pleasure, but she didn’t look away as I teased her.
I gripped her hips and pushed her thighs over my shoulders, so I had a better view of that pretty pussy. It was all pink and wet and perfect. And I planned to eat every fucking inch of it before I slid into her and fucked her until we both forgot our damn names. It’d been too long since I’d gotten my hands on her. Between her skittishness and everything else that’d happened there just hadn’t been time.
