Page 20 of Sheriff's Dirty Secret
The moment our lips touched and she moaned softly, any and all control broke. My hand drifted to the back of her head while the other pressed dangerously low on her back, just a smidge above her ass.
And Olive? Olive’s fingernails dug into my chest, scraped their way up to the collar, resting on my shoulders as she pressed her sexy little body against mine. Her lips parted, silently requesting me to deepen it, something I was more than happy to do. Our tongues lashed, and her taste bloomed on my tongue. I’d known I’d be addicted, but fuck me, this went past that.
Olive, my sweet little cookie, was my religion.
My obsession.
My air.
“Baby,” I groaned, and she whimpered when I pulled away, her lips seeking mine once again. And fuck if that little move on its own didn’t make me lose my ever-loving mind. My mouthcrashed against hers. Rougher this time. Passionate. Our teeth scraped and tongues slid against each other. It was like a damn had been broken and there was no going back.
Oli’s sweet little hands were suddenly making quick work of undoing the buttons of my shirt. Before I knew it, the heat of her hands pulling my shirt down and over my shoulders trailed against my exposed skin. She pulled away, her drunken gaze fell to my chest, and she licked her lips like she was suddenly hungry.
“Wow. You’re… wow.” She swallowed. I chuckled, shaking my head.
“You’re wearing too much,” I muttered.
“You should do something about it, then,” she challenged, making my cock throb against my jeans. I loved how sassy she was. How fearless she was to put things out there.
I turned her around, making her face a mirror I’d somehow let my sister talk me into hanging up. Thank god for small favors. Olive was flush up against my front, and I took a deep breath trying to find some kind of semblance of control.
But it didn’t help.
Not when all I could smell, all I could feel, all I could taste was Olive.
“You always smell so fucking sweet,” I gritted through my teeth. Our gaze locked on one another in the mirror as my hands slowly moved up her arms. The pads of my fingers dragged up until I reached the slope of her shoulders.
“It’s the cookies.” She gasped, and I shook my head.
“It’s you, baby. It’s all you,” I rasped, pressing my lips against her temple.
“You’re teasing,” she complained breathlessly.
“It’s called foreplay.” I kissed my way down the sweet curve of her ear. Fuck, who would have thought ear lobes could besexy? I doubted there would be a spot of Olive Trejo that wouldn’t make me hard.
“I don’t need it.” My lips moved to the crook of her neck to hide a smile I knew she wouldn’t appreciate. My cookie was ready to crumble for me, and fuck if that didn’t make my cock pulse to its own beat.
“I know.” It sounded cocky, but it was honest. “I bet if I slide my hand down between your legs, that tight little pussy of yours would be soaking wet for me,” I rasped filthily. But she didn’t mind it. Oli loved my dirty mouth.
Her head dropped, resting on the center of my chest as her perfect ass ground against me. “Luke,” she whimpered.
“Fuck, I love you saying my name, Cookie.”
“Please,” she whined.
“Would I find you wet, baby?” My voice was unrecognizable in my own ears.
“Soaked.” She gasped as my lips sucked at her neck. When I bit down, she whimpered, but fuck if she didn’t press up against me even closer.
“Hmm,” I vibrated.
One of the arms I had clamped around her waist moved down, and I touched the skirt of her dress. Without taking my eyes off her, my fingers skimmed the warm, soft flesh of her thighs, and I didn’t stop my exploration until I reached the edge of her panties. Part of me would have loved to draw it out to edge both her and me, but I didn’t have that in me anymore.
I was too keyed up and too fucking far gone.
My hand traced the edge of her waistband until I reached her belly button, then shifted under her panties and didn’t stop until I was there. Cupping her mound, soaking in the wet heat that surrounded me.
“Fuck,” I growled, kissing her cheek while watching her every expression. “You’re so fucking wet, and I’m hardly touching you, Cookie.”
