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skin had been exposed, a recently healed scar over one hip. Keep it light . “Bullet grazed me. It wasn’t serious.”
The muscles in his jaw worked.
“Luc, it’s what I do. You know that,” she said a bit harshly, attempting to get their moment back.
“I’m used to female warriors, remember. I know it doesn’t have to make you live your life in fear, but treasure each moment. I—” he clamped his mouth shut.
She reached a hand up to stroke his glorious dark jaw. “What?”
His eyes were intense green gems. “It’s just…I almost lost you before I ever met you.”
Her heart tripped at the sincerity in his words. He felt protective of her, and even though she didn’t need protecting, something stirred inside her. Something urged her to lighten the moment… “Well, I’m here now, Luc. Screw my brains out.”
His smile kicked up and letting her dress slide to the floor, he swooped her into his arms with seemingly no more effort than picking up Abby’s cat.
“Wow, I’ve always wanted someone to do that.” She pointed toward the hall.
He strode toward her bedroom.
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“ Y ou’re muscled like a cop should be, and soft where a woman should be,” Luc said as he knelt between her legs and kissed her inner thigh.
“Ah, Luc,” she squirmed as he dragged his tongue toward her center.
“My cop is ticklish. How…” he waggled his eyebrows, “…useful. But I have the solution.” He moved over her, lowered his lips to hers and filled her with one strong slide. Holding inside her and feeling her pulse around him, he exhaled and nearly came. “Let’s slow down a second,” he said, pulling out but still touching her sensitive folds.
“Luc, I want you inside me. Her hands snuck around his perfect cheeks attempting to tug him back inside her. She should have known she wouldn’t be able to budge him until he was ready. She needed to make him ready. Rising up she took his mouth with hers, plunging her tongue into his mouth, showing him what she wanted. He groaned answering the kiss with mounting urgency. Then, breaking the kiss, he said, “I want this to last for you, sweetheart…”
“Next time. I want you inside me now, Luc.” Luc heard her determination, saw the passion in her gaze and with one thrust he filled her making her cry out, her fingernails digging into his skin. He lost it, driving into her as her body clenched around him, her ankles flexing on his hips.
“Faster,” she breathed, and he complied, not that he had a choice. She cried out as he plunged into her for the last time, thanking all the saints he was able to satisfy her because he’d wanted her in a really bad way. For days.
They lay exhausted afterward, her head resting on his chest as her finger trailed along the veins in his arm, then across his chest to the flat nipple.
“You’re going to get in trouble, officer,” Luc teased.
“I can handle it, big boy,” she flicked his nipple. Then, remembering, she propped herself up on his chest.
“Is Luc your real name, or a stage name?”
He snorted, “No, it’s real. My cousin and I were born two days apart and our mothers named us as if we were twins. It was kind of embarrassing until he became famous.”
“Ah, right. Duc Larue, the movie star. He hasn’t been home in a long time has he?”
“He stays really busy but last time I talked to him he promised to come home for our next family reunion.”
“I thought maybe you were named after your father,” Delilah said, twirling her finger around the nipple and down. “Your stomach is like a human roller coaster.” Her hand passed over the ridge of each ab on their way south.
“Ah,” he said as her hand went around him and stroked, just once. Her mouth kicked up in a mischievous smile. “Samantha—Jesus, woman.”
“You were saying,” Delilah said, flicking her tongue into his navel. “Such a sexy navel.”
“Sam was named after my father.”
“Oh my God, you’re the only boy.”
He
The muscles in his jaw worked.
“Luc, it’s what I do. You know that,” she said a bit harshly, attempting to get their moment back.
“I’m used to female warriors, remember. I know it doesn’t have to make you live your life in fear, but treasure each moment. I—” he clamped his mouth shut.
She reached a hand up to stroke his glorious dark jaw. “What?”
His eyes were intense green gems. “It’s just…I almost lost you before I ever met you.”
Her heart tripped at the sincerity in his words. He felt protective of her, and even though she didn’t need protecting, something stirred inside her. Something urged her to lighten the moment… “Well, I’m here now, Luc. Screw my brains out.”
His smile kicked up and letting her dress slide to the floor, he swooped her into his arms with seemingly no more effort than picking up Abby’s cat.
“Wow, I’ve always wanted someone to do that.” She pointed toward the hall.
He strode toward her bedroom.
----
“ Y ou’re muscled like a cop should be, and soft where a woman should be,” Luc said as he knelt between her legs and kissed her inner thigh.
“Ah, Luc,” she squirmed as he dragged his tongue toward her center.
“My cop is ticklish. How…” he waggled his eyebrows, “…useful. But I have the solution.” He moved over her, lowered his lips to hers and filled her with one strong slide. Holding inside her and feeling her pulse around him, he exhaled and nearly came. “Let’s slow down a second,” he said, pulling out but still touching her sensitive folds.
“Luc, I want you inside me. Her hands snuck around his perfect cheeks attempting to tug him back inside her. She should have known she wouldn’t be able to budge him until he was ready. She needed to make him ready. Rising up she took his mouth with hers, plunging her tongue into his mouth, showing him what she wanted. He groaned answering the kiss with mounting urgency. Then, breaking the kiss, he said, “I want this to last for you, sweetheart…”
“Next time. I want you inside me now, Luc.” Luc heard her determination, saw the passion in her gaze and with one thrust he filled her making her cry out, her fingernails digging into his skin. He lost it, driving into her as her body clenched around him, her ankles flexing on his hips.
“Faster,” she breathed, and he complied, not that he had a choice. She cried out as he plunged into her for the last time, thanking all the saints he was able to satisfy her because he’d wanted her in a really bad way. For days.
They lay exhausted afterward, her head resting on his chest as her finger trailed along the veins in his arm, then across his chest to the flat nipple.
“You’re going to get in trouble, officer,” Luc teased.
“I can handle it, big boy,” she flicked his nipple. Then, remembering, she propped herself up on his chest.
“Is Luc your real name, or a stage name?”
He snorted, “No, it’s real. My cousin and I were born two days apart and our mothers named us as if we were twins. It was kind of embarrassing until he became famous.”
“Ah, right. Duc Larue, the movie star. He hasn’t been home in a long time has he?”
“He stays really busy but last time I talked to him he promised to come home for our next family reunion.”
“I thought maybe you were named after your father,” Delilah said, twirling her finger around the nipple and down. “Your stomach is like a human roller coaster.” Her hand passed over the ridge of each ab on their way south.
“Ah,” he said as her hand went around him and stroked, just once. Her mouth kicked up in a mischievous smile. “Samantha—Jesus, woman.”
“You were saying,” Delilah said, flicking her tongue into his navel. “Such a sexy navel.”
“Sam was named after my father.”
“Oh my God, you’re the only boy.”
He
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