His hands grab onto mine and before I know it, he’s turned us, him on top of me on the hood of my car on the side of the road.
“You think I asked for this? You think it’s any easier for me? You think I haven’t thought about your sweet mouth since that night? ‘Cause I have, and just fucking thinking about you can get me killed!” He shouts so loud my ears ring, his nose almost touching mine. His face is red, the vessels popping out on his forehead once again. “I told you to tell me no that night, to walk away. But you didn’t. You were stupid. ”
A scream lodges in my throat, full of pure rage, and my hands grip his face, I want to kiss him, yet claw him all at the same time. To hear that he wants me just as bad has me teetering on the edge of giving in to my arousal, screw the consequences.
His head lowers but stops inches from mine, his mind battling his own demons. “And now, we’re both fucked.” He smashes his lips against mine and I sigh into him, my mouth finally receiving what it’s been begging for since that night.
My leg swings around him, pulling him closer, and his hand slides down my thigh, hooking under my leg. The trail of his palm causes me to arch my body in to him. I’m on fire, my lungs screaming for air, but I can’t pull away.
“Why did you save me? Why are you protecting me?” I pant against his lips.
“Because you need to be protected,” he professes.
Grabbing onto his shirt, I roll us, landing on the road with a hard fall. Our new position conceals us from the cars passing on the highway. His arms are flexed, one holding him up and covered in dirt with broken pieces of concrete from our fall.
“I don’t want to hear that bullshit. Tell me why!”
Grabbing the lapels of my uniform shirt, he pulls me within inches of his face.
“Because you can trust me, goddamn it,” he seethes. “I want you, and because of that I feel the need to protect you at the same time.” His eyes flash with panic, like he didn’t think before he talked. My mouth hangs open, a small croak escaping my lips.
I can’t do this anymore. I can’t fight this game of right and wrong. I want to feel him beneath my palms, have his rough touch on my skin.
Closing the gap, he presses his mouth to mine so hard, my lips bruise. His eyes are closed, his trust in me misplaced. Can he trust me? Should I trust him?
“Besides, the pull we have on one another is out of our control, Jillian. To act otherwise is just a waste of time.” The way he says my name should be a sin. The way it rolls of his tongue with such an edge, but sweeps through his lips like silk. The reaction my body has to it is unbearable. Come to think of it, how does he know my first name?
“How do you know my first name?” I whisper all breathy like, clearly showing how affected I am by him.
He smirks, his hair falling into his face. “Does it matter?” Biting my bottom lip I shake my head, my eyes sweeping across his face without shame.
“One of the deputies said it.” He smiles a toothy grin that is downright fucking sexy, the sun shining within those dark eyes.
I’ve tried to look the other way, tried to ignore the wetness in my panties when I’m around him… but in the end, it’s always there. Lust. Desire. Countless thoughts and reenactments of how he took my mouth furiously.
My brows narrow in determination and I return the kiss, my tongue diving into his mouth, licking and tasting him to memory. I tug on his shirt; I desperately want it off and to feel his chest.
He pulls my shirt out of my pants, and my stomach trembles. He stops when he realizes I have a bulletproof vest on. I suddenly feel like I’m suffocating and want the damn thing off. I want to feel his touch; the urge has me frantic, panting like a mad woman.
His fingers trail under my belt, skimming lower and lower. Before I can even process what we’re doing, his hands dart down my pants and my stomach falls, my body tensing. My panties are instantly wet with my arousal, and my nipples perk with anticipation.
His large fingers slowly trail along the elastic of my panties then feather downward at an agonizingly slow pace. His mouth is parted, his eyes studying my face. Nerves build in my stomach, sweat beading on my chest as his finger skims along my clit. A soft mewl escapes my mouth. His eyes widen in reaction, his tongue tracing his bottom lip.
The rough pads of his fingers slip in-between my lips, spreading my wetness around. The feeling of him touching me is beyond words. All I know is I want more. I don’t think I’ve ever been so ready to go further with a man in my whole life.