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Authors: Rhyannon Byrd, Joey W. Hill
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they’d found their spot when they came upon a sprinkling of star-shaped white wildflowers that had managed to push out of the tilled ground between the rows of stalks. The angle of the moon touched the flowers with a luminescence that reminded him of the white of angel’s wings. So he reluctantly released her to set the items to the side behind a cluster of stalks and shook out the blanket.
Something he didn’t expect came tumbling out. Before he could retrieve it she bent, picking up the teddy bear as it rolled to a stop, face down.
Stacie looked at the shiny dark eyes, felt the soft plush of the fur give under her grip. Because she couldn’t help it, she brought it to her cheek and lifted her gaze to find Jake watching her, a light smile on his firm mouth.
“You keep these for kids at crime scenes.”
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He nodded. “You watch your news programs. You can have him if you want. We always get new ones whenever we use one.”
She closed her eyes, her lashes sweeping down, fanning her cheeks in a way that made him want to nuzzle them, blow on them to watch them shut more tightly, her full lips purse in a near smile, like she did now.
“You forget how this comforts. Holding one in your hands.” She opened her eyes.
“If I had a cop like you telling me it was going to be okay, and giving me this to hold, I’d never be afraid again.”
“Come here.” He drew her to him, pressed the teddy bear between them as he cupped her neck, ran his thumb over the line of her cheek. When she raised her chin, he rubbed his lips lightly over hers. “I’m not sure you’re as safe from me as you think.”
“Well, Lieutenant, I’m not a little girl.” Those lashes that had looked so innocent a moment before now looked anything but as she shot him a sultry look through them.
“Maybe the last thing I want is to be safe from you. Maybe you’re not safe from me.
You haven’t even frisked me for weapons.”
“You’re right about that.” Tightening his hold on her nape, he dipped his other hand, cupped her mound, earning a gasp, a darkening of those eyes as he teased her clit, slid two fingers along the opening of her pussy, finding moisture gathering there again. Damn, if she wasn’t the most responsive little thing. Her thighs loosened for him, her stance widening, and his cock amazed him by proving he could more than keep up with her.
Her arms were bent at the elbows, so her hands now curled into his T-shirt, tugging. “Please take off all your clothes. I’ll do anything if you take them off.”
“Oh yeah?” His voice was throaty. “Well, you go lie down on that blanket and spread your legs for me. If you do exactly what I want, I might get naked for you.”
Another small smile curved her mouth, so he couldn’t help his fingers dipping into her, holding her pinioned. She went to her toes, her lips parting, eyes locked on his as her muscles clamped on him.
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Giving in to the desire, he dropped his other hand from her neck and took possession of one nipple, holding her with one set of fingers deep in her cunt and the other tormenting her nipple as she held onto him and writhed, whimpering. She bumped her leg against him, grazing his groin, and the bare amount of friction was enough to make him ready for her again.
But he wanted to do something else first. She’d planted the seed of the idea and he couldn’t get it out of his head until he did it.
He slid his fingers from her, turned her toward the blanket and gave her a firm smack on the ass, liking the handprint he left there when she jumped.
Jesus, Jake. Do you want to brand her or something?
Yeah, he did, in a way. He believed in wedding rings and a woman taking his last name, proving she wanted to be his. Proof he’d made an oath to safeguard her happiness, protect her with his name and possessions, his very life—for all of her life.
She’d jumped at the blow, but the gaze she tossed over her shoulder
Something he didn’t expect came tumbling out. Before he could retrieve it she bent, picking up the teddy bear as it rolled to a stop, face down.
Stacie looked at the shiny dark eyes, felt the soft plush of the fur give under her grip. Because she couldn’t help it, she brought it to her cheek and lifted her gaze to find Jake watching her, a light smile on his firm mouth.
“You keep these for kids at crime scenes.”
51
Joey W. Hill
He nodded. “You watch your news programs. You can have him if you want. We always get new ones whenever we use one.”
She closed her eyes, her lashes sweeping down, fanning her cheeks in a way that made him want to nuzzle them, blow on them to watch them shut more tightly, her full lips purse in a near smile, like she did now.
“You forget how this comforts. Holding one in your hands.” She opened her eyes.
“If I had a cop like you telling me it was going to be okay, and giving me this to hold, I’d never be afraid again.”
“Come here.” He drew her to him, pressed the teddy bear between them as he cupped her neck, ran his thumb over the line of her cheek. When she raised her chin, he rubbed his lips lightly over hers. “I’m not sure you’re as safe from me as you think.”
“Well, Lieutenant, I’m not a little girl.” Those lashes that had looked so innocent a moment before now looked anything but as she shot him a sultry look through them.
“Maybe the last thing I want is to be safe from you. Maybe you’re not safe from me.
You haven’t even frisked me for weapons.”
“You’re right about that.” Tightening his hold on her nape, he dipped his other hand, cupped her mound, earning a gasp, a darkening of those eyes as he teased her clit, slid two fingers along the opening of her pussy, finding moisture gathering there again. Damn, if she wasn’t the most responsive little thing. Her thighs loosened for him, her stance widening, and his cock amazed him by proving he could more than keep up with her.
Her arms were bent at the elbows, so her hands now curled into his T-shirt, tugging. “Please take off all your clothes. I’ll do anything if you take them off.”
“Oh yeah?” His voice was throaty. “Well, you go lie down on that blanket and spread your legs for me. If you do exactly what I want, I might get naked for you.”
Another small smile curved her mouth, so he couldn’t help his fingers dipping into her, holding her pinioned. She went to her toes, her lips parting, eyes locked on his as her muscles clamped on him.
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Giving in to the desire, he dropped his other hand from her neck and took possession of one nipple, holding her with one set of fingers deep in her cunt and the other tormenting her nipple as she held onto him and writhed, whimpering. She bumped her leg against him, grazing his groin, and the bare amount of friction was enough to make him ready for her again.
But he wanted to do something else first. She’d planted the seed of the idea and he couldn’t get it out of his head until he did it.
He slid his fingers from her, turned her toward the blanket and gave her a firm smack on the ass, liking the handprint he left there when she jumped.
Jesus, Jake. Do you want to brand her or something?
Yeah, he did, in a way. He believed in wedding rings and a woman taking his last name, proving she wanted to be his. Proof he’d made an oath to safeguard her happiness, protect her with his name and possessions, his very life—for all of her life.
She’d jumped at the blow, but the gaze she tossed over her shoulder
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