Page 24 of Sheriff's Dirty Secret
“Just like that?” She apparently expected some kind of argument from me.
“Just like that,” I confirmed, my hand toying with ends of her hair. “I want you, Olive. I told you that. I…”love you.The words were on the tip of my tongue, but I didn’t let myself say them.Not yet.I wasn’t stupid enough to not know that Olive was gun shy, and I’d already pushed her enough for the day. “I like you. A lot,” I confessed
“I like you, too, Luke.”
“I really like you saying my name.”
“Hmm,” she hummed with a smile on her lips that made her seem more relaxed than I’d ever seen her.
“Ready for bed?” I asked. She licked her lips.
“Bed? Your bed?” Her eyes dropped to my mouth like she wanted my kiss. Unable to hold back, I moved my fingers between her legs and stopped when she spoke again. “I’m scared,” she whispered but, weirdly enough, leaned in.
Spreading her legs wider to give me more access to her, but I didn’t explore. I simply stared at her.
“Of me?” I asked. A cold rush washed through my veins.
I fought the urge to look around the living area to see if I’d left something of hers behind. Something that would have helped her figure out my dirty secret. She nodded, but it was the mischievous glint in her gaze that set me at ease.
“If you made me come that hard standing up in your living room, I can only imagine how you’ll ruin me on a bed,” she teased, and my body slowly started to relax.
“Cookie, I’m the ruined one.” I nuzzled her nose, loving the way her laughter felt like a balm to my soul.
8
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I should have stopped sneakinginto her place after I had her.
You would have thought that after a weekend of hardly leaving my bed, tangled in my sheets, sweaty and panting would have somehow sated my need for her. Taking the proverbial edge off. But it didn’t.
Not even close.
We’d spent the entire weekend naked in my bed, literally only tossing on gym shorts to get the food I’d ordered to be delivered. It had been incredible. Until Sunday night came and she needed to leave.
She had things at home to do, orders to prep for, so fuck me, I had to take her home.
I hated it.
I’d told myself that first night that I wouldn’t go to her place. But after almost an entire night of tossing and turning, jerking off to the thought of her as I buried my face into the pillows that smelled like her, I gave up the fight. Dressed in my usual dark joggers and dark long-sleeved shirt and baseball cap, I walked down the quiet streets and took my place just outside herwindow. But this time, it wasn’t enough. Not after I knew how soft her skin was and how good it felt to be in bed with her. How she smelled after coming.
I snuck in.
Knelling at the foot of her bed, I even dared stroke her face when the temptation grew too much to handle.
And I hadn’t stopped.
She’d had me over, and I’d pretended to walk back home when I’d just walked around and then snuck into her backyard. For the last week. It wasn’t like I didn’t see her or we didn’t text or even fucking talk on the phone. We did. A lot. I was just so incredible addicted to watching her, being close to her, I couldn’t stop myself. There was an overdriving need, almost animalistic, primal in its own way that couldn’t get me to stop.
And tonight? It wouldn’t be any different. I knew it, didn’t try to talk myself out of it. I just accepted it like I knew the sun would be rising the next day. I needed to figure out a way to have her spend the night. Or to get her to ask me to stay over.
For whatever reason, she hadn’t. I had a feeling it was because she was in just as deep in love with me as I was with her.
I stepped out of my work SUV and shut the door as my hands rested on my utility belt while I scanned the Moonlit Pines Farmers Market. Some people walked by with smiles I returned before I found my woman’s spot. Slowly, trying not to rush, I made my way over to her booth. The green tent was easy to find, and I wasn’t surprised to see that even though there was almost an hour left, she was mostly sold out and still had a line of people waiting to be taken care of.
I stood around, not hiding the way I watched her.Why would I?I wanted everyone to know she was mine. We hadn’t made things official, but that would be changing today. I stopped at the flower booth about six spots away from Olive’s cookies.
“Hey, Sheriff!” Libby, the owner of the local flower shop, smiled. “Looking for anything in particular?”
