Page 6 of Sheriff's Dirty Secret
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luke
My feet didn’t makea sound as I approached the far wall of her home. I breathed in, and my mouth watered. I had no idea how the hell the scent of cookies lingered in the air surrounding her cabin, but it did.
Or maybe it’s the monster inside of me that has me thinking otherwise?
Either way, I could have sworn I could pick up the soft notes of vanilla and cinnamon and chocolate with every breath I took. It made me feel unhinged. Or more than I already was. Never had I had this kind of reaction to a woman.
Not even close.
If you got all the women I’d dated exclusively and not together, they would have told you I was the most well-adjusted man out there. This wasn’t my own male pride talking, either. I didn’t have bad blood with any of them, had never cheated. I had always been a supportive partner. Never jealous. Now I hardly recognized that man. That man didn’t exist inside of me anymore.
The mere existence of Olive Trejo had changed that man.
Maybe not completely. I still wanted to be that supportive partner, hold her hand through whatever life threw at us, but it was more than that. I wanted to shield and protect her from the world. And heaven help anyone who ever hurt her. I’d burn everything to the ground if something bad happened to her.
My lips quirked upward as my hand touched the cool glass window that looked into her bedroom. My eyes caught the discarded dress on the ground. Images of her pulling it up and over her head, then letting it messily fall to the ground assaulted my mind.My own little feisty brat.Fuck, I wouldn’t mind cleaning up after her. I licked my lips when I spotted the lacey white bra next to the discarded yellow material.
She’d shown up at my house with the idea of hooking up.
I wasn’t being cocky. I was sure of it.
I wanted to tsk at her. If she thought I would let her use me for one night, she was really confused. A woman like Olive needed to be explored. Cherished. Worshipped for a hell of a lot longer than a couple of hours.Forever,the thing in my head growled. I let myself smile at the thought. Forever. That was what I wanted.
Sneaking around like some kind of Peeping Tom and getting caught wouldn’t help that, though.So, don’t get caught, a voice inside me growled. That’s when I saw the movement in her room. My girl rolled in bed, and even as I stood outside her window, I heard her huff with frustration.
“Stupid sheriff,” she muttered. My lips twitched. I didn’t take any offense. She was thinking about me.In bed.That was enough for me.
She rolled again, punching her pillow before she turned so her back hit the mattress. She kicked off the blanket, and my mouth ran dry. My palm flattened against the window silently.
In nothing but a pair of what looked like black, high-cut cotton panties and a white tank top so thin and well-worn youcould make out the outline of her dark nipples even in the darkness, she looked like a fallen angel.
My very own temptation.
One I would happily let hold my hand right through the fiery gates of hell if it meant having just a little longer with her. I swallowed and watched as my bad girl moved her hands.Is she…Holy. Shit.
There was no way I was this lucky.
One of her hands moved and toyed with the waistband of her panties as her pretty, thick thighs rubbed together. My eyes drifted up her body to her face, and heat struck my bloodstream at the sight. Her eyes were shut, lips parted with a slight blush on her cheeks.
I wanted to do nothing more than storm inside and offer up my help. What would she do if I knocked on the door right now? Would she kick me out like she thought I had, or would she invite me in and let me help her out?
Knowing Olive, she would answer the door wearing that barely-there getup she was in and have me follow her inside… on my knees. The thought made me smile. But that smile died as her free hand moved up her body, slowly teasing her torso with the light pads of her fingertips. My own hands ached to touch her. To learn how she liked to be touched. Her fingers slowly dipped beneath the material, and my mouth went bone dry as she held her full tit in her hand. She squeezed, and I might not have heard it, but I knew she made a soft little whimper. One I heard clear as day in my heart. Her body writhed against the mattress of her bed, and those thighs of hers squirmed.
My girl liked to be teased.
The realization made my mind run wild with possibilities and all the ways I could make her twist and turn. My lips pressed together as my hands fisted at my sides. I’d slowly work her bodyup until she was left in a naughty, wet mess, begging me for more.
One knee bent, snapping me out of my thoughts. Her foot rested on the mattress, and her legs opened a little bit wider. Not wide enough for me to see much, not with the shadows, but even then, I didn’t dare blink.
Olive’s fingers crawled under the waistband of her panties, and her soft gasp felt like it echoed into the quiet night. My cock strained against my jeans almost painfully. I palmed the motherfucker for relief I knew I wasn’t going to get like that.
There was no way I was going to wait until I got home to get off.
Shit, I wasn’t even going to try.
My hand slithered down from the glass window. One-handed, I undid the jeans I’d tossed on commando, and my cock, thick and long and fucking dripping at the tip, sprang forward. I spit on my hand and wrapped my warm, slightly rough palm around myself as I watched Oli like a hawk.
