Page 86 of Rescue Me (Tempting SEALs 6.10)

“How you spend your lunch break is your business … and mine,” he murmured.

She sucked in her breath on a gasp when he reached up under her short skirt and skimmed his thumb around the leg of her lacy panties.

“Detective,” she whispered breathlessly, trying with desperation to invoke a little protest. Trying and failing when he neatly skimmed her panties down her hips and shoved them to the floor.

“You need a cop, lady?” He nuzzled her hair aside, bit her jaw. “Tell me your problem. I promise, I can fix it.”

“For an officer of the court, you’re a very naughty man.”

“You filing a complaint?”

“No,” she let her head loll to the side so he could kiss her there, “but all these ridiculous law-and-order clichés could get me disbarred.”

He laughed, shifted their weight abruptly until she was sitting on the edge of the desk, her ankles locked around his waist as he worked desperately to lower his zipper.

“Hurry,” she demanded in a husky whisper that changed to a gasp when he freed himself and plunged deep inside of her.

It was always like this between them. The rush. The joy. The unadulterated desire that simmered, then boiled, then fed a need so huge it consumed them.

“Shh,” Seth crooned as he gripped her around the waist with one arm and covered her mouth with a big, rough hand. “They’ll think I’m attacking you.”

She groaned again, then fell back onto the top of her desk and let him take her under.

“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?” His breath was gruff and raspy as he gripped her hips in both hands, stilled the action of his hips and simply stared at her.

She knew how she looked. Her hair undone and wild around her face. Her arms languid and limp, lying palms-up on either side of her head. Her blouse open, her bra lost somewhere in the tangle, her skirt pushed up around her waist.

And she thought, Yeah, I know exactly how I look in his eyes. He thinks I’m the sexiest woman on earth. And with him, she was.

“And do you know how amazing you are?” She met his eyes, watched them fog over as she locked her ankles tighter around his waist and arched her pelvis into his.

“You’re going to make me come,” he groaned.

“Poor baby. No control. No control at all,” she teased, tightened her inner muscles around him and slowly licked her lips.

Another groan as his fingers dug into her hips and he plunged hard and deep. “You’re playing with fire here. But you already know that, don’t you?”

“I know that I love you,” she whispered, lifting a hand to trail a finger down the muscled length of his chest, down his tense abdomen, then lower to touch the root of him where he pressed deep inside of her.

He growled, low and primal and plunged one final time, sending them both over the edge of control in a rush of glorious sensation.

“Will I ever not want you this way?” he whispered moments later as he drew her to a sitting position and held her tightly against him.

“Maybe. But I hope not. If I’m lucky you will always want me.” She pressed a kiss against his chest, wishing his uniform shirt wasn’t keeping her from touching skin.

Hope. Luck. Maybe.

Words, she’d decided, she planned to live by.

“I love you,” Seth whispered against her hair.

Yeah. He loved her. And they would make this work.

With hope. Luck … and no maybe about it.

“I love you too, Detective. Now what do you say we clean up both me and this desk before everyone figures out we aren’t discussing points of law.”

“Which brings me to a point I do want to discuss,” he said, helping her with her bra.

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