swell of each breast. Her nipples begged for his touch. “I like the nipple rings, Stevie. Nice touch to perfect breasts.” She closed her eyes and savored the feel of his attention. When he tugged at her nipple rings she gasped. “So responsive.” He took a nipple into his mouth and gently flicked it.
“Jack,” she moaned.
His big hands slid around her bare waist and brought her against him as he buried his face in her cleavage. “I’ve missed you,” he breathed. “I didn’t realize how much until just now.”
Stevie puddled. Really that was the only way she could describe her reaction to his admission. She was so wet for him she felt moistness trickle from her soft inner flesh.
“Tell me how much you missed me,” he demanded as his lips brushed a nipple and his arms tightened around her.
“Like the desert misses the rain.”
Jack’s body tightened against hers as his head lifted and their gazes caught. “You’re killing me, sweetheart.”
“You deserve it.”
“Yeah, I deserve that and more, but that’s not why I’m here.” He yanked her hard against him. “You’ve managed to get under my skin, Detective. I can’t focus. I can’t concentrate. I can’t do my job, wanting you the way I do.” He nipped at her bottom lip. “I need to work you out of my system. And I need you to let me.”
“What about what I need?”
His eyes crackled with serious mischief. “You need me inside you.”
“You’re arrogant to think so.”
“I know so, and I swear to God, Stevie, if you don’t tell me how much that sweet pussy of yours craves my cock, I’m going to take you over my knee and spank it out of you.”
Her breath hitched in her throat and he smiled like the Grinch right before he plundered Whoville. Licking her dry lips, she couldn’t break away from the intensity of his gaze, or the sharp planes of his face that were never so possessive. This wasn’t Jack Thornton teaching Stevie Cavanaugh about why she, a dominant woman, would crave to be dominated, this was a predator thathad his prey in his grasp and was waiting only for permission to devour it. If that permission was not granted? She swallowed hard again. Would he take it anyway? Did it matter? If they were going to work together, was it better to fuck the tension between them away or would it make them want it more?
What was the worst thing that could happen to her if she gave him the green light? She could not be more heartbroken than she had been these past seven years, so why not? It was what she wanted. More than anything. She had trusted him with her secret need to be dominated. He haunted her dreams. He was here and he wanted her. God help her, she wanted him too.
Swallowing hard, Stevie opened her mouth to speak but she choked, her throat was so dry. She couldn’t ask for it seven years ago and she couldn’t ask for it now.
Jack kissed her. Long, deep, emotional. It took her breath away. When his lips lifted from hers, he softly said, “Let me give you what you’re afraid to ask for.”
She hung there in his arms, exposed, vulnerable, needy and afraid. She closed her eyes and took the leap.
“My pussy is so wet right now,” she whispered. “It craves your cock, Jack. It wants you to fuck it into next week. Until it’s raw.”
“Open your eyes.”
She did. Slowly, coyly. His eyes blazed. “Look at me when you tell me.”
Inhaling, she exhaled her words. “I want you so bad it hurts. I want you buried balls deep inside of me. I want you hard and fast, slow and deliberate. I want you to make me come hard, Jack. So hard I can’t stand.” His hands cupped her breasts, his breathing accelerated, and his nostrils flared with excitement. She wanted to laugh and tell him it was all a joke, to go fuck himself. But the words lodged in her throat. She wanted this more. And she gave him more.
“I’m so wet; if you pull off my shorts I’ll drip onto your hand.”
He growled and yanked her tennis shoes off, then
“Jack,” she moaned.
His big hands slid around her bare waist and brought her against him as he buried his face in her cleavage. “I’ve missed you,” he breathed. “I didn’t realize how much until just now.”
Stevie puddled. Really that was the only way she could describe her reaction to his admission. She was so wet for him she felt moistness trickle from her soft inner flesh.
“Tell me how much you missed me,” he demanded as his lips brushed a nipple and his arms tightened around her.
“Like the desert misses the rain.”
Jack’s body tightened against hers as his head lifted and their gazes caught. “You’re killing me, sweetheart.”
“You deserve it.”
“Yeah, I deserve that and more, but that’s not why I’m here.” He yanked her hard against him. “You’ve managed to get under my skin, Detective. I can’t focus. I can’t concentrate. I can’t do my job, wanting you the way I do.” He nipped at her bottom lip. “I need to work you out of my system. And I need you to let me.”
“What about what I need?”
His eyes crackled with serious mischief. “You need me inside you.”
“You’re arrogant to think so.”
“I know so, and I swear to God, Stevie, if you don’t tell me how much that sweet pussy of yours craves my cock, I’m going to take you over my knee and spank it out of you.”
Her breath hitched in her throat and he smiled like the Grinch right before he plundered Whoville. Licking her dry lips, she couldn’t break away from the intensity of his gaze, or the sharp planes of his face that were never so possessive. This wasn’t Jack Thornton teaching Stevie Cavanaugh about why she, a dominant woman, would crave to be dominated, this was a predator thathad his prey in his grasp and was waiting only for permission to devour it. If that permission was not granted? She swallowed hard again. Would he take it anyway? Did it matter? If they were going to work together, was it better to fuck the tension between them away or would it make them want it more?
What was the worst thing that could happen to her if she gave him the green light? She could not be more heartbroken than she had been these past seven years, so why not? It was what she wanted. More than anything. She had trusted him with her secret need to be dominated. He haunted her dreams. He was here and he wanted her. God help her, she wanted him too.
Swallowing hard, Stevie opened her mouth to speak but she choked, her throat was so dry. She couldn’t ask for it seven years ago and she couldn’t ask for it now.
Jack kissed her. Long, deep, emotional. It took her breath away. When his lips lifted from hers, he softly said, “Let me give you what you’re afraid to ask for.”
She hung there in his arms, exposed, vulnerable, needy and afraid. She closed her eyes and took the leap.
“My pussy is so wet right now,” she whispered. “It craves your cock, Jack. It wants you to fuck it into next week. Until it’s raw.”
“Open your eyes.”
She did. Slowly, coyly. His eyes blazed. “Look at me when you tell me.”
Inhaling, she exhaled her words. “I want you so bad it hurts. I want you buried balls deep inside of me. I want you hard and fast, slow and deliberate. I want you to make me come hard, Jack. So hard I can’t stand.” His hands cupped her breasts, his breathing accelerated, and his nostrils flared with excitement. She wanted to laugh and tell him it was all a joke, to go fuck himself. But the words lodged in her throat. She wanted this more. And she gave him more.
“I’m so wet; if you pull off my shorts I’ll drip onto your hand.”
He growled and yanked her tennis shoes off, then
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