charged.
Her eyes went huge; for a split second, she choked. But then her minimal training kicked in, and she dodged at the last moment, deflecting his assault with a side step and knee to the outside of his upper thigh. Gritting her teeth, she grabbed his wrist, as he'd taught her, and cranked for all she was worth.
But the deceptively quick man snagged her arm just as she took him down. And when he went sprawling, she fell too. They toppled to the floor together, a pretzel of arms and legs, with Willow piling on top of him.
He didn't provide much of a cushiony landing. Deputy Raith Malloy was one in-shape fellow. He was all hard muscle and steel abs. With a raging erection stabbing her in the stomach.
Biting back a gasp, Willow thrashed on top of him, desperate to untangle herself from temptation. But in her frenzy, she ended up straddling his hips, and the hard bulge under his zipper caught her right between the legs. Freezing, she took a moment just to relish the sensation of his hot, hard length nudging her aching center. Then she jerked upright and shot her guilty gaze to him.
But he didn't appear to be mad. He appeared, well, he looked reluctant, as if the last thing he wanted her to know was how much she turned him on. And just like that, she realized she had to have him.
Five
Raith kept his eyes closed a few moments after landing. With the wind knocked out of him, he hogged a good two seconds of sucking in air before he could actually breathe again. But more humiliating than that, Willow DeVane sprawled on top of him with her womanly heat pressed snugly against his hard-on.
She couldn't miss the signs of his attraction now, not when she sat on the damn proof. DeVane wasn't the type to politely ignore something like that, either. She would bug him and tease him for the rest of his natural life.
And sure enough, when she realized what she straddled, she stopped clambering to untangle their limbs and immediately jerked upright.
Raith cracked opened his eyes and warily met her gaze.
"Well, my goodness, Malloy," she said, shocking him by rocking against his thick length as if to make sure she was feeling exactly what she was feeling. "Is all that for me?"
Raith's face heated. Jaw popping, he glared at her, thinking up a thousand excuses to give when it suddenly struck him. Willow DeVane was sitting on his lap. She could feel his erection loud and clear, and she wasn't leaping off him like some kind of repulsed virgin. Instead, she moved against him as if wanting all their clothes to dissolve so he could push right on inside her.
Shock spiraling up his thighs, he gawked, unable to believe his eyes. Something hot and inviting glittered in her expression, letting him know she liked the effect she had on him. Hell, she was just as turned on by all of this as he was.
He glanced around the room for some kind of support to help restrain himself. Getting involved with Willow DeVane was the worst mistake he could ever make. They came from two different worlds. They totally didn't get along. And if for some odd reason they ever did hook up, he already knew she could have him wrapped around her pinky finger in a microsecond. He wasn't ready to give up that kind of control of himself to anyone.
Starting something with her was all kinds of wrong, yet as she bit her lip with hesitation while giving him a look that said, Do you want to? all he could think was, hell yes.
Growling out a curse, he reached up, grasped her face, and jerked her down.
One kiss, he told himself. He would take one kiss and that was it.
DeVane gasped out a sound of surprise as he brought their mouths together, but she didn't resist. In fact, the woman damn near melted around him
Her eyes went huge; for a split second, she choked. But then her minimal training kicked in, and she dodged at the last moment, deflecting his assault with a side step and knee to the outside of his upper thigh. Gritting her teeth, she grabbed his wrist, as he'd taught her, and cranked for all she was worth.
But the deceptively quick man snagged her arm just as she took him down. And when he went sprawling, she fell too. They toppled to the floor together, a pretzel of arms and legs, with Willow piling on top of him.
He didn't provide much of a cushiony landing. Deputy Raith Malloy was one in-shape fellow. He was all hard muscle and steel abs. With a raging erection stabbing her in the stomach.
Biting back a gasp, Willow thrashed on top of him, desperate to untangle herself from temptation. But in her frenzy, she ended up straddling his hips, and the hard bulge under his zipper caught her right between the legs. Freezing, she took a moment just to relish the sensation of his hot, hard length nudging her aching center. Then she jerked upright and shot her guilty gaze to him.
But he didn't appear to be mad. He appeared, well, he looked reluctant, as if the last thing he wanted her to know was how much she turned him on. And just like that, she realized she had to have him.
Five
Raith kept his eyes closed a few moments after landing. With the wind knocked out of him, he hogged a good two seconds of sucking in air before he could actually breathe again. But more humiliating than that, Willow DeVane sprawled on top of him with her womanly heat pressed snugly against his hard-on.
She couldn't miss the signs of his attraction now, not when she sat on the damn proof. DeVane wasn't the type to politely ignore something like that, either. She would bug him and tease him for the rest of his natural life.
And sure enough, when she realized what she straddled, she stopped clambering to untangle their limbs and immediately jerked upright.
Raith cracked opened his eyes and warily met her gaze.
"Well, my goodness, Malloy," she said, shocking him by rocking against his thick length as if to make sure she was feeling exactly what she was feeling. "Is all that for me?"
Raith's face heated. Jaw popping, he glared at her, thinking up a thousand excuses to give when it suddenly struck him. Willow DeVane was sitting on his lap. She could feel his erection loud and clear, and she wasn't leaping off him like some kind of repulsed virgin. Instead, she moved against him as if wanting all their clothes to dissolve so he could push right on inside her.
Shock spiraling up his thighs, he gawked, unable to believe his eyes. Something hot and inviting glittered in her expression, letting him know she liked the effect she had on him. Hell, she was just as turned on by all of this as he was.
He glanced around the room for some kind of support to help restrain himself. Getting involved with Willow DeVane was the worst mistake he could ever make. They came from two different worlds. They totally didn't get along. And if for some odd reason they ever did hook up, he already knew she could have him wrapped around her pinky finger in a microsecond. He wasn't ready to give up that kind of control of himself to anyone.
Starting something with her was all kinds of wrong, yet as she bit her lip with hesitation while giving him a look that said, Do you want to? all he could think was, hell yes.
Growling out a curse, he reached up, grasped her face, and jerked her down.
One kiss, he told himself. He would take one kiss and that was it.
DeVane gasped out a sound of surprise as he brought their mouths together, but she didn't resist. In fact, the woman damn near melted around him
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