Page 12 of Sheriff's Dirty Secret
Not because I knew I wouldn’t hear the end of it from my sisters but because the need I felt for him, for more of him, was overwhelming.
“Maybe it’s okay to be the bad guy with me,” I taunted and loved the sound he made.
“Miss Trejo, if you knew what I was thinking right now, the things I want to do to you. I want you to do to me? There is no way in hell you would be tempting me to say fuck dinner and just eat you instead.”Fuck dinner and just eat you instead.Thegrowly words played ping pong in my head.
“If I’d known that was an option—“ I didn’t get to say another word.
Suddenly, not only were his lips finally on mine, kissing me for the first time, but he bent and lifted me. I had no idea how the hell he managed to do it one-handed as I held on to his face with both of mine, but damn.
It should have scared me, the knowledge of Luke March’s brute strength. How easily he could overpower me. But it didn’t.
I only melted deeper into his heated kiss that tasted like mint and promises for so much more to come. When we pulled apart, both of us panting for air, we weren’t in front of the brewery but in the parking lot next to his full-sized black truck.
“Wow,” I whispered and felt his cocky like grin against my lips. One I didn’t even mind because he more than deserved to be arrogant about his kissing skills. He was hands down the best kisser I’d ever had.
“Just remember, you asked for this.” There was a warning lilt to his voice that snapped me out of the lustful haze.
“For what?” I rasped, just as he opened the passenger’s side door and sat me down on the seat. “Lu?—“
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” His thumb tenderly stroked my face, his eyes soaking me in like he was somehow looking at me for the first time. My mouth ran dry, and I felt like squirming from how exposed his stare made me feel. Something that disappeared when Luke leaned in and kissed me all over again.
Hungrier than before. Needier. Like a starving, feral animal unable to sate that thing in his belly that needed more. My breath hitched when I felt his hands drop from my waist and down to my thighs, moving under the skirt of my dress. His talented fingers were firm and confident. No fumbling from him.
“If I touch you, will my cookie be wet?” he taunted.
I smiled at the challenge.
I was soaked, but he would have to find out on his own.
I couldn’t help but lick my lips, loving the unique masculine taste of him in my mouth. He tasted so good. If I was a little more like my sisters, I’d say something like he tasted like he was mine, or something asinine like that.
“Why don’t you find out, Sheriff?” I said instead of the things swirling in my head.
Challenging him.
Pushing him.
Maybe, in a way, even testing him.
Making sure he didn’t want some blushing girl too afraid to ask for that.It’s better he finds out who and how I am now than pretending to be someone I’m not.
“Oh, I’m gonna touch, beautiful.” His hands pushed the soft material up my thighs, and all I could do was open my legs wider and give him the space he needed. I didn’t care that we were in a darkened parking lot.
“'I’m gonna do more than touch this pretty, little treat you’ve been keeping just for me,” he said just as his fingers rubbed up and down the gusset of my ruined panties. If I’d known something like Luke’s hands would find their way between my legs tonight, I would have worn cuter ones than the simple high-cut orange ones I’d put on.
“Fuck.” His deep baritone curse rippled against my skin, making me break out into goosebumps. “Soaked,” he growled,and a moment later, his lips found mine with an almost punishing kiss.
His tongue dueled with mine, and his tongue fucked my mouth like I hoped his cock would my body. His fingers simply teased, rubbing the gusset of my panties, not bothering to pull them to the side and finger-fuck me like I needed him to. My lungs burned as we kissed until he pulled away with a groan. But he didn’t seem to need to breathe like I did, peppering kisses on the corner of my lips then down my chin and jaw. He didn’t stop until he reached my neck.
“Fuck,” he groaned again before taking a deep breath that tickled and made my nipples ache. Tension coil between my legs, making me feel so empty.
“Luke, please,” I whimpered beyond past the need to play it cool.
“How do you always smell so damn good? Like cookies and milk.”
“Luke,” I whispered. He pulled away, his gaze hot.
“I’m going to eat you, beautiful.”Yippee!“You didn’t let me have dinner, so now I need a snack.”
