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I was, unequivocally, irrevocably, in need of Bourne and his penis.
I’d honestly thought about it, over and over, since the night that we’d shared a dark corner together.
I’d masturbated.
I’d daydreamed.
I’d replayed our encounter over and over and over again.
But nothing, not a single damn thing, could compare to the real thing.
The way he filled me up perfectly.
The way his hands felt on my body.
The way he sounded and smelled.
The way he talked to me as if I was everything he’d ever wanted.
All of those things felt like everything I never knew that I needed, and everything that I wanted.
“Baby,” he growled.
Baby.
One word.
But it was enough.
I came hard.
Stars burst behind my eyes as I threw my head back and came.
He growled, too, and once again I felt him pull out before he came inside of me.
The wet splash of his come on my back had me clenching on empty air.
And when he was done, he growled as his fingers drug their way through what he’d left on my back.
“Need to clean you up,” he said as he grabbed his shirt and wiped it across my back.
I swallowed hard and bit my lip as he so carefully cleaned me.
“God, you’re so beautiful,” he rumbled.
The telltale sound of Asa’s school bus sounded at the end of the road, and reluctantly I stood up and hiked my panties and shorts back up, this time being sure to unbutton my shorts first.
I liked them. I didn’t want to break them.
If they elicited that kind of reaction out of Bourne Pena, then I’d be wearing them all the freakin’ time.
I carefully grabbed the shirt from his hand and tossed it into the pile of dirty clothes that I’d used to dry my dogs with earlier. “I’ll give it back to you.”
That was a lie.
That night, after having washed it, I put it on and decided that I’d never be giving it back.
***
Bourne
Three days later
I wasn’t sure what made me stop by my sister’s place.
I had a feeling she wouldn’t be home, and I was fairly sure that she was at work and had been for hours.
Yet, I still pulled my cruiser off the road in front of her house and got out.
I walked to the door, even though I didn’t see her car in the driveway, and knocked.
I wasn’t the least bit surprised when she didn’t answer.
When I turned around to head back to the car, my eyes automatically went to the house across from Priscilla’s and I stopped when I saw her on the front porch.
She had a mug of coffee in her hand, and she was sitting on the bottom step with her feet planted in the grass.
Her face was illuminated by not just the porch light above her head, but also the e-reader that was in front of her face.
I licked my lips and started walking her way.
My original intentions were to smile, wave, and get back into my cruiser.
I was on shift, after all.
But then she stood up and I saw the full length of her nightgown.
It was white, long and flowing, and literally looked like something straight out of a 1950s film. It covered her from collarbone to her ankles. It didn’t hug her curves at all. There really was nothing special about it.
But it was see-through.
With the light at her back lighting it up, I could see her shapely legs, her generous hips, and the curves of her unbound breasts.
I could also see that she wasn’t wearing anything, not anything at all, underneath it.
I swallowed hard and started walking toward her, knowing that once again, this was going to turn into something that I was sure she likely didn’t need.
The moment I stepped onto her property, she started running.
I caught her when she threw herself into my arms, one arm banding tightly behind her back, and the other going underneath her ass.
Before I could so much as tell her this was a terrible idea, her mouth was on mine.
I moaned into her mouth and twisted, going back the three steps that would place her against my cruiser.
The moment her back hit the metal, her legs came up around me, and I was helping her by shoving up the material of her nightgown.
Things went fast after that.
Our kisses went animalistic as I thought better of where we were—we were on a dark street with only three houses on it, one of which being hers, and one being Priscilla’s, and the next not being anywhere near either of them—but I was still fully dressed in my uniform and on shift.
So I shifted us, my hands smoothing up the expanse of shapely thigh, until I caught Delanie’s ass in both hands.
The next move was to march fast into the house.
Since I knew that Delanie had just gotten home from a trip—which might or might not have been the reason I’d decided to visit Priscilla tonight—I didn’t worry about Asa catching us because he was with Booth.
