Page 56 of Badges
“Fuck, Elena. You have no idea how bad I’ve ached for you.” I finally let her stretched shorts go, tugging them down her supple thighs and over her knees.
But I don’t pause in my exploration. Letting the calluses of my hands work across her soft skin, I want to memorize her body with my touch.
It’s only when I drift over the monitor strapped to her ankle that I get a shock of cold water.
I shouldn’t be doing this. I’ll be compromising her, the investigation, even Black Gulch, if I go through with this.
So I do what I know I have to do.
What every cell in my brain is screaming at me not to do.
I lift her up, tangling my fingers in the raven locks of her hair, and press my lips to hers.
Deal
Elena
He still has thelingering flavor of rootbeer on his breath when he finally kisses me.
Tender and slow, he holds me so tightly I don’t know where I end and he begins.
His gentle caresses urge me to open to the exploration of his tongue.
A moan grows between us as our fingers roam, pressing and pulling until he’s consuming me, owning my mouth with his.
It’s everything I wanted and more. For weeks I’ve been hoping, longing that he’d give in. And now, it’s better than I could have ever hoped.
His touch lands on parts of my body that build a fire deep within my belly.
When he grips my thighs, he lifts me easily, wedging his thick cock between us as he lowers me to his lush mattress.
I’ve been dreaming of what he’d look like naked. I should have known reality would be even better.
“Please, daddy.” I reach down, finally getting to touch his veiny length.
With a hiss, he pulls his hips away. “Impatient girl. If I’m going to break all the rules for you, I’m making it worth it.” His mustache tickles along my throat before I feel the nip of his teeth on the lobe of my sensitive ear. “You’re going to scream until you’re hoarse, and I’m going to spank that pretty ass so that every time you sit you’ll think of me.” His dark eyes glint with a grin, then he lowers his lips to the tender skin below my jaw.
When his mouth reaches the hem of my tank top he pauses. “Are you taking it off, or am I ripping it off?”
I raise my head to meet his mischievous gaze. “You’d have to buy me another.” My nails arc up his shoulder to run through the coppery length of his hair.
“Deal,” he murmurs, gripping the stretchy fabric in his broad hands, he tears it down the middle, exposing my bare breasts with a savage grunt.
He’s so primal, it makes me squirm my waist in a desperate reach towards him.
I shriek playfully when he bites onto the hard bud of my nipple, rolling it between his teeth.
Wrapping my leg over his, I try to pull him against me, but he shifts lower to tickle my belly button with his mustache.
“Wade,” I pant as his chin draws over the tip of my pelvis.
I’ve only had sex with one other person, years ago. And he never went down on me.
“You don’t have to—” I know there’s a lot of guys who don’t like to.
That’s okay with me. I just wanthim.
But Wade’s growl stops my protest.
