Page 46 of Surly Sheriff
With a grunt, he stepped back and ripped his T-shirt over his head.
She did the same.
He studied her exposed body, filing the delightful image away. Glorious curves. Tits full and lush. Nipples dusky and puckered. He fell to his knees and pressed his face to her midriff, inhaling her smell. It was an intoxicating scent. A hint of something flowery. A pinch of spice.
He grunted again, words failing him.
He parted his lips and placed an open-mouthed kiss on the side of her belly button.
Her muscles contracted beneath his mouth, and she squirmed, laughing softly, tugging at his hair. “Argh. Don’t.”
He peered up — through the delightful valley between equally delightful breasts — and frowned.
“Ticklish,” she admitted with a rueful look.
He grinned and kissed her again, but this time he used his tongue, lightly spearing in and out of her bellybutton.
“Beau!” Rae bucked from his grip. “Seriously?” Hands fisted on her hips, she glared at him. “I should evict you for using my weakness against me.”
He got to his feet. “And deprive us of boundless pleasure?” He swaggered forward while she danced back just beyond his reach.Around the bed they moved until she backed herself into a literal corner.
But did she yield? Of course not. Not his Raegan.
She flipped her head, giving him a defiant look. “Do your worst.”
Beau placed his hands on the walls on either side of the corner, boxing her in. He bent his elbows and leaned closer, searching her face for any hint of unease. Finding none, thank goodness, he whispered, “You mean my best.”
She snorted. “Rather full of yourself, huh?”
“Baby, I cannot wait to show you my hidden depths.”
Her eyes skimmed over him. She ran her finger down the middle of his chest, a frown carving a dent between her eyes. “You’ve removed your dog tags. Why?”
“They’re not called dog tags anymore. The proper name is identification tags.”
Rae stilled her hand and splayed her fingers. “Oh.”
“And I’m not wearing them because I’m a civilian now.”
She traced a small circle over his left pec. “Hmm. Deputy Stirling.” Her fingers continued their downward path.
“That’sChiefDeputy to you, ma’am.”
She hooked a finger under his waistband and licked her lips. “MyChief Deputy,” she murmured.
Desperate to get his mouth on hers, he lowered his head, and—
She was gone, dropping beneath his arm. He reached out to grab hold of her, but she rushed past him and jumped onto the bed. Shaking his head at her audacity, he turned to reprimand her. His words dried up at the vision of Rae bobbing up and down, naked except for the skimpy grey shorts.
All golden skinned and bewitching woman. Her tits bounced with each move, and her joyous laughter filled the air. His dick swelled against his shorts. He undid the button and zip andtugged the waistband, pushing the pants over his hips and down his legs. He kicked them out of the way.
Clad only in boxer briefs, he adjusted his throbbing bulge, closing the distance to the bed. Lighting fast, he caught her ankles mid-jump and yanked forward. She landed on her butt and shrieked, flopping back. He crawled between her legs and lowered his body over hers. “Trying to escape?” he asked, supporting his weight on his elbows, using his fingers to brush her disheveled hair off her face.
Their gazes clashed and held. “Never,” she whispered, smoothing her palms up his side and over his shoulder blades. She applied pressure to her hands, urging him down, and he lowered his head and took her mouth. Hard.
She moaned. He groaned.
And he got down to business.
