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action, Sally felt her jacket slide down her shoulders. Jason paused, breaking the kiss as he encountered the shoulder holster for her service revolver. He gazed down at her, one eyebrow raised in question, a faint smile on his lips.
“I keep forgetting you’re a cop.”
“That’s the nicest thing a guy has ever said to me,” she joked, shrugging out of the holster as he made room between them. He took the firearm from her, placing it delicately at her side, within reach, but safely away from where they lay entangled together. Her jacket went on top of it, hiding it from view.
He resumed the kiss, bringing her back to the sharp edged excitement only Jason had ever shown her. She felt the hem of her T-shirt rise, Jason’s strong hands skimming it over her heated skin as their kiss went on and on. She wriggled under him, helping his progress, wanting the fabric gone. She wanted to feel the tickling grass beneath her bare back and Jason’s skin above.
And most of all, she wanted to feel what it would be like to have him inside her, as close as two beings could be. She wanted to know how he looked when he came and how he made her feel when he sent her over the edge into a bliss she could only imagine.
Everything felt new and oh-so-right with Jason. She was sure being with him would be very different from her past experiences with men. Not just because he wasn’t entirely human. Mostly it was because she sensed something in him that called out to a hidden part of her own soul that she hadn’t known existed—until she met Jason.
When those two sparks met, she wondered if either one of them would survive the explosion. Wanting more than anything to know, she pushed at his clothing, trying to touch skin. She wanted to feel him, touch him, know him.
Wordlessly, he ended their soul-shattering kiss and helped. His shirt and hers flew away somewhere. She didn’t care where. All that mattered was his warm skin, the slightly hairy chest, and the massive size of him that made her feel small and feminine for the first time in her life.
His lips returned to her skin, skimming down her neck and into the curve where her shoulder began. His teeth nipped at one bra strap, sliding it down her arm while his hand slid the other away, pulling the triangles of stretchy fabric down as well, effectively imprisoning her inside the fastened garment, but baring the important bits.
The bits that craved his touch, his tongue, his teasing. Jason obliged without being asked, lowering his mouth to her breasts, teasing the nipples with his hands and lips, making her writhe on the cool grass in heightened pleasure.
“Jason,” she whispered, feeling things no other man had made her feel from such simple contact.
He didn’t answer, but seemed to take her exclamation as permission to go farther. He rolled to her side, giving himself room to maneuver. One of his hands lowered to the waistband of her jeans and something inside her rejoiced. She wanted more. So much more.
Sally toed off her shoes while Jason expertly unclasped and unzipped her jeans. She lifted her hips, helping as he stripped them down her legs, taking her panties with them. The grass tickled the backs of her knees, adding new sensations to the overload of pleasure. She’d never lain naked in the grass before. Only this man and this moment could have made her do so, and she momentarily regretted having never felt these delicious sensations before. The leaves sang a song of joy through the surrounding forest. The soft murmur of the waterfall added a counter harmony to the magical tune nature played in this secluded glen. Sunshine dripped through the leafy canopy to tickle her skin where it wasn’t covered by the deliciously warm and hard man above her. The scent of grass and leaves, flowing water and clean earth mixed with the heady aroma of aroused male.
The combination made her head spin in the most delicious way. Lying naked in a patch of grass in the middle of a forest
“I keep forgetting you’re a cop.”
“That’s the nicest thing a guy has ever said to me,” she joked, shrugging out of the holster as he made room between them. He took the firearm from her, placing it delicately at her side, within reach, but safely away from where they lay entangled together. Her jacket went on top of it, hiding it from view.
He resumed the kiss, bringing her back to the sharp edged excitement only Jason had ever shown her. She felt the hem of her T-shirt rise, Jason’s strong hands skimming it over her heated skin as their kiss went on and on. She wriggled under him, helping his progress, wanting the fabric gone. She wanted to feel the tickling grass beneath her bare back and Jason’s skin above.
And most of all, she wanted to feel what it would be like to have him inside her, as close as two beings could be. She wanted to know how he looked when he came and how he made her feel when he sent her over the edge into a bliss she could only imagine.
Everything felt new and oh-so-right with Jason. She was sure being with him would be very different from her past experiences with men. Not just because he wasn’t entirely human. Mostly it was because she sensed something in him that called out to a hidden part of her own soul that she hadn’t known existed—until she met Jason.
When those two sparks met, she wondered if either one of them would survive the explosion. Wanting more than anything to know, she pushed at his clothing, trying to touch skin. She wanted to feel him, touch him, know him.
Wordlessly, he ended their soul-shattering kiss and helped. His shirt and hers flew away somewhere. She didn’t care where. All that mattered was his warm skin, the slightly hairy chest, and the massive size of him that made her feel small and feminine for the first time in her life.
His lips returned to her skin, skimming down her neck and into the curve where her shoulder began. His teeth nipped at one bra strap, sliding it down her arm while his hand slid the other away, pulling the triangles of stretchy fabric down as well, effectively imprisoning her inside the fastened garment, but baring the important bits.
The bits that craved his touch, his tongue, his teasing. Jason obliged without being asked, lowering his mouth to her breasts, teasing the nipples with his hands and lips, making her writhe on the cool grass in heightened pleasure.
“Jason,” she whispered, feeling things no other man had made her feel from such simple contact.
He didn’t answer, but seemed to take her exclamation as permission to go farther. He rolled to her side, giving himself room to maneuver. One of his hands lowered to the waistband of her jeans and something inside her rejoiced. She wanted more. So much more.
Sally toed off her shoes while Jason expertly unclasped and unzipped her jeans. She lifted her hips, helping as he stripped them down her legs, taking her panties with them. The grass tickled the backs of her knees, adding new sensations to the overload of pleasure. She’d never lain naked in the grass before. Only this man and this moment could have made her do so, and she momentarily regretted having never felt these delicious sensations before. The leaves sang a song of joy through the surrounding forest. The soft murmur of the waterfall added a counter harmony to the magical tune nature played in this secluded glen. Sunshine dripped through the leafy canopy to tickle her skin where it wasn’t covered by the deliciously warm and hard man above her. The scent of grass and leaves, flowing water and clean earth mixed with the heady aroma of aroused male.
The combination made her head spin in the most delicious way. Lying naked in a patch of grass in the middle of a forest
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