Beautifully Broken Pieces (Sutter Lake, #1)

I snorted. “You’re a cop. You can’t beat up someone just because they don’t like me.”

“The hell I can’t.” I rolled my eyes heavenward, which he, of course, couldn’t see. He held me even tighter. “So, you want to go on a proper date with me?”

“Well, I’ll have to think about it, Deputy Chief. I might need to wash my hair that night.”

“You little minx.” Walker’s arms turned from offering a comforting cocoon to becoming tickling monsters.

I shrieked like a hyena as I squirmed and rolled, trying in vain to escape his grasp. “All right! All right! I’ll go on a date with you.”

The tickling subsided. “That’s what I thought.”

His smug tone had me vowing retaliation, so I did the only thing I could think of with my hands pinned to my sides. I bit him right on the pec.

“Fuck, Short-stack! That hurt.” His voice was a mixture of shock and humor.

“That’s what you get for being a smug bastard.”

Walker released his hold on my arms and dipped his hands beneath my shirt. “Smug, huh? I’ll show you just what I’m so smug about.”

My heart rate kicked up a notch, and my breath came quicker as he unhooked my bra. “Oh, really? All I hear is a lot of talking. I’m not seeing much action to back up your claims. I guess, sometimes, you just have to do the heavy lifting yourself.” I peeled off my top as if to prove my statement, letting my bra fall to the ground next.

Walker’s eyes zeroed in on my breasts, his hands following suit. “God, I love your tits.” His thumbs brushed over my nipples in tandem, and I sucked in a breath. Walker, always the consummate student of my body, noted the reaction. He began tracing patterns around the buds, varying his tempo and pressure. It wasn’t long before I was panting.

I tugged at his shirt. “Need this off.”

Walker rose up to allow me to pull it up and over his head. “Patience, Short-stack. I like playing with you,” he said as he lay back down, his hands coming to my breasts again. No matter how many times we were together, he always wanted to take his time, and I was forever in a rush to feel him inside me.

Walker’s fingers plucked at those buds now, and I felt a zap of pleasure in my core. I arched back, sinking into the feeling. Since I was straddling him, the movement brought me right up against something very long and very hard. I moaned. I was wearing a skirt, so only the thin fabric of my panties separated me from the ridge in his jeans.

I rocked against him as he pinched harshly. I trembled, biting down on my lip. Walker’s hands left my breasts and skimmed up the outer sides of my thighs, dipping under the flouncy material of my skirt. “So fucking smooth. What do you put on your skin to get it this soft?”

“Just. Lotion,” I panted.

“Smooth as fucking silk.” He shot up, taking one of my nipples into his mouth and sucking deeply. At the same time, a finger stroked me through my panties.

The sound that escaped me was some unintelligible combination of a moan and curse. My hands went to his hair, tugging it and holding him to me at the same time. He nipped me, and I tugged harder.

Walker released his hold on my nipple, pulling back before bringing my head down to meet his. He took my mouth in a soul-consuming kiss. I swear I saw stars behind my eyelids as his tongue stroked mine, and his finger continued to tease me. “God, you taste like heaven,” he said against my mouth. “I want you to ride me. First my face, and then my cock.”

My eyes widened. I talked a good game, but I wasn’t usually the one in charge. Walker ran a hand up and down my spine. “I’ll guide you.”

I bit my bottom lip but nodded. Walker reached into his pocket, coming back with what looked like a pocketknife. “I was a boy scout. Always be prepared.” My brows pulled together, unsure of where this was headed. He flicked out the small knife. “I hope you’re not overly fond of this pair of underwear.”

And before I could get out a word of protest, Walker cut one side of my panties and then the other. “You’re buying me another pair,” I huffed.

Walker sent me a devilish grin and then disappeared beneath my skirt. “Don’t worry, it’ll be worth it.” His words vibrated against my center, and a shiver shot through me. His tongue traced me from my opening to my clit, lazily exploring every part of me. Each stroke drove me higher. Each teasing flick of his tongue made me quake.

I was moments from coming apart at the seams when he stopped. “Don’t come. I want to be inside you when you do.”

I let out a strangled curse. “Then get in me now.”

Walker chuckled. “Always such a demanding little minx.”

I paused, staring down at Walker, his lips shiny with my arousal. His green eyes blazed with fire. “I’m on the pill,” I whispered. He froze. “I’ve haven’t been with anyone but you for a very long time. I’ve had physicals since. I’m clean.”

Walker’s hands tightened around my waist and rose up to take my mouth in a long, slow kiss. I could taste myself on his tongue. “I got tested last week. I’m clean. Can I take you bare?”

I nodded. This was huge for me, and we both knew it—trusting Walker with this. He rested his forehead against my own. “You’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” I breathed. I unfastened his belt, flipped open the button, and slowly pulled down the zipper. I helped him shimmy out of his jeans and boxers as he pulled my skirt down over the curve of my backside.

Walker’s hands caressed the skin there, slowly moving his palms to my hips. He guided me towards him at a snail’s pace, never once taking his eyes from mine. His tip teased my entrance, easing inside me. The stretch was a delicious burn. I wanted to get lost in the sensations, but I never once allowed my eyes to close, I kept them riveted to those green orbs looking back at me.

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