Authors: Tessa Bailey
Tags: #police, #Romantic Suspense, #brazen, #line of duty, #erotic, #new york, #Contemporary Romance
lower lip with a raspy, masculine moan.
“Ah, God. You hot fucking girl.” He
gripped himself through his jeans. “You
like seeing this? You like knowing I’m
obsessed with something I can’t have?”
She went closer, slipping her hands
underneath his shirt and running her
fingernails up his ridged abdomen. His
muscles contracted beneath her fingers,
making her feel powerful. This strikingly
beautiful man miraculously couldn’t
resist her. Oh, Lord, she didn’t want him
to. The inevitability of what she was
embarking on made every pulse point in
her body hammer, concentrated mostly
between her legs. “I only like knowing
what I do to you because the other half
isn’t true.” She lowered her hand to
palm and squeeze his straining arousal
through his jeans. “You can have me.
Now.”
His hand flew up to cover hers, as if
he meant to remove her touch. Instead,
he tightened her hold and helped her
squeeze, his voice deepening on words
that didn’t make sense to anyone but her.
“Good, ah, that’s fucking good. Rub it up
and down now.
Yes
. You make it like
that, baby. You make it hurt so bad,
don’t you? I want to shove it right into
your slicked-up pussy, Sera, but I can’t. I
can’t
.”
How could he still attempt to stop this
when she felt so out of control? Her
body trembled with the constant surges
of heat stealing her sanity. To try to deny
it seemed more criminal than any dark
deeds in his past. To hell with the
consequences of her actions. For once,
she didn’t care. She just needed
him
. He
obviously needed her, too.
“Why can’t you?” She went up on her
toes and licked into his eager mouth for
a kiss, distracting him while she
unfastened his belt and unzipped his
jeans. “Tell me.”
Her hand found his erection and
grasped it firmly, forcing a hungry growl
past his lips. Almost angrily, he clasped
her face in his hands, his radiating
intensity stealing her breath. “Can’t you
see this is the last thing keeping me
decent? I don’t have a fucking shred of
honor, except for this
one thing
. Leaving
you untouched is all I’ve got left. All I
can give you.” He shook her gently. “Do
better than me.”
A sob wrenched free of her throat.
Her chest verged on cracking wide open
to toss out her sore heart. Part of her
wished it would so she wouldn’t feel the
sharp, painful damage his words caused.
She wouldn’t let him go on feeling as if
he were unworthy. This misconception
wouldn’t stand. That familiar need to
fix
roared to the surface, made so much
stronger by her feelings for him.
Feelings that were flooding her, finding
their way to every corner and putting
down roots.
She could feel his desire in her hand,
hear it in every shuddering breath. It
wouldn’t take much to shake his control.
Her hand began stroking him as she
pushed up for another searing kiss. This
time, though, she didn’t end it. Her
tongue wrestled with his, savoring every
noise of suffering that came from him.
Triumph made her lightheaded when he
took charge of the kiss. One hand sank
into her hair as his mouth punished hers
with rough, wet kisses. He dropped his
other hand to her bottom, delving inside
the cotton of her underwear to cup and
knead. An incessant pulse beat between
her thighs, dampness spreading, heating.
When he pulled away to draw air, she
got a split-second glimpse of his
frenzied expression before he dived
back in, kissing her with enough force to
knock her back a step. She kept the
momentum going, relieved when he
followed her progress toward the bed,
never letting up on his assault of her
mouth. Using what little functioning
brainpower she had left, Sera shoved the
jeans
down
his
hips,
excitement
drumming through her when he stepped
out of them.
She fell back onto the bed in time to
watch him strip his shirt over his head.
The action left his hair standing on end,
creating such a mind-numbingly sexy
effect, she had to press her legs together
to ease the throb. Such a hefty amount of
danger radiated from him, a Hail Mary
involuntarily popped into her head
before she shoved the prayer aside. No
room for that here. Not with this
gorgeous man staring down at her as if
he were deciding exactly where to start.
She’d only just reached out for him
when he fell on her with a harsh curse,
wedging his hips between her thighs and
finding her mouth again. “Same as last
time, okay?” His Brooklyn accent had
grown thicker. “I get to pretend I’m
fucking your tight-as-hell pussy and you
get to come inside those lily-white
panties. Ready for it, baby?”
“
No
.” The word burst past her lips. If
he started doing this his way, she would
get lost. He needed to be inside her. The
way she felt about him made anything
less feel like a sham. Something
unworthy of them. Bowen looked down
at her, sweat dotting his forehead, as if
he couldn’t believe she’d put the brakes
on, but when she reached down and
started to peel off her panties,
recognition dawned.
“Ah, please. Come on, sweetheart,
don—” A savage shout erupted from his
lips when the length of his erection
slipped against her naked core. He
shifted his hips as if he had no choice,
working himself closer. “Jesus. Jesus
Christ. You get so wet. All for me.
Right, Sera? Say it.”
“All for you.” Sensing him about to
give in, she found his ass with her hands
and hauled him closer, the friction
making them both cry out. “I’m all for
you. Have me, Bowen.”
His strong arms shook on either side
of her, perspiration beading on his
shoulders. “Please,” he growled through
clenched teeth. “I can’t hold out. Need to
fuck you so bad. So hard.”
“Yes.” She wrapped her legs around
his waist, using all her strength to bring
him close. “I want you to.”
He pressed their damp foreheads
together, warm breath fanning her face.
“The idea of hurting you makes me
crazy,” he said in a harsh whisper. “I’ve
got a little too much crazy in me already
tonight. I don’t think I could go easy. I
know I can’t.”
“Bowen.”
Her
fingers
threaded
themselves through his hair. “You’re
hurting me more by saying no.”
The flare in his eyes told her he didn’t
like hearing that. Hated it, possibly. A
beat passed where she could practically
see the wheels spinning in his head.
Then he kissed her hard once and
reversed their positions. She went from
flat on her back to straddling his waist,
looking down at the most breathtakingly
handsome, insanely complicated man
she’d ever met. His cheekbones were
high with color, slate-colored eyes
blazing with lust.
“It has to be this way, Sera. Otherwise
you’ll end up with your ankles behind
my neck, screaming while I pound you.”
His teeth sank into his bottom lip. “And
that’s just how it’ll start. When I feel
myself coming, I’d hold it back. I’d flip
you onto your hands and knees and start
all over.” He ran his hands up her rib
cage to grasp her breasts. “On second
thought, maybe you’d like that. Catholic
girls spend a lot of time kneeling
already, don’t they?”
Oh, wow
. Why wasn’t she taking
offense? Why did his taunt only make her
infinitely hotter? She planted both hands
on his shoulders and slid up his thick
erection, then worked her way back
down with little writhing motions of her
hips. His sharp curses and quick intakes
of breath told her he liked it, so she did
it again. “I think I like it this way,
actually,” she gasped.
He fisted her hair in his hands,
dragged her down to his chest to ravage
her mouth. “Tell me again that it hurts
when I don’t fuck you. Make it okay for
me, Sera.”
“It hurts.” She rubbed her breasts
against his muscular upper body. “It
hurts
.”
Bowen inched them up the bed and
grabbed hold of the wrought iron
headboard with both hands. “I’m going
to stay still as long as I can to let you get
used to me. But…ah, baby, I’ll be going
crazy for you to ride it hard. Try to move
as much as you can, okay?” His hands
flexed and tightened in a white-knuckle
hold. “There’s no going back after this.
Are you sure?”
“Yes. I want this, Bowen. You.”
His eyes burned. “I can’t go back,
either, Sera. Not once I have you.”
She dragged her fingertips down his
naked body. Watching for his reaction,
she took his hardness in her hands and
guided him between her legs, moaning at
the slippery contact.
“Wait.” Looking as though he were in
severe pain, he jerked his chin toward
the bedside table. “Condom. In the
drawer.
God,
please hurry.”
Silently berating herself for not even
sparing a thought for protection, she
leaned over Bowen and opened the
drawer, impatient to get back to touching
him. As she drew out a foil packet, his
tongue swirled enticingly over her
nipple before sucking it hard into his
mouth. He drew so deeply on her, she
cried out and nearly collapsed. Her
hands flew to the headboard for balance,
sensation rocketing through her body.
Between her thighs, she could feel him
pressing at her entrance, thick and huge.
“Give it.” He snatched the condom out
of her hand, ripping it open with his
teeth. His gaze burned into hers as he
rolled it on in one smooth motion. “Let’s
get me inside you before I fucking die.
How does that sound?”
She nodded shakily. “Good.”
Bowen’s hands went back to their
death grip on the headboard and she took
him in her hand once more. His jaw
went slack as she squeezed him once,
twice. “Rub me against your clit, baby. I
own that spot, don’t I? Use me to touch
it.”
Her thighs shook as she followed his
instructions, shallow breaths echoing in
her ears. It only took a matter of seconds
for the emptiness to take up residence in
her belly. That need to be filled she’d
always experienced with him. “I can’t…
I want—”
“I know what you want. Take it.”
Need him as close as possible. Need
all of him.
Not giving herself a second
longer to psyche herself out, she pushed
the head past her entrance and sank
down with one hard push. A shockwave
of pain reverberated through her, making
her cry out.
“
FUCK
.” Bowen threw his head back
on the pillow, neck and arm muscles
straining. He slammed the headboard
against the wall with his hands, nostrils
flaring as he sucked in several deep
breaths. “
Christ
, Sera,” he grated. “Are
you trying to kill me?”
“Hmm.” She tried to answer his
question, but her sole focus was the
gradual lessening of pain. The worst
was beginning to dull, leaving behind
only the pressure of him inside her, the
need to test the feeling. Slowly, she
circled her hips, gasping when her
clitoris grazed the base of his erection.
Pleasure sizzled across her nerve
endings. “Oh, G-God. I think I can move
now.”
“Good girl.” A low, primal groan
broke from his lips. “Find where it feels
good and I’ll find a way to make it better
for you. You trust me?”
“
Yes
.” When she leaned forward and