Page 132 of Vicious Temptation

“You know there are easier ways to get me naked.”

“Not interested in easier.” His hands return to my waist, and I watch him slowly unbutton my shorts.

“You’re taking your time for someone with no patience.”

“I changed my mind.”

“About?”

His mouth brushes mine as he slides the wet denim down my legs. “Taking my time with you.”

I lift my hips enough to help him, and he pulls the shorts free, my thong with them, then tosses both onto the growing pile behind me. He steadies me at the waist, and I reach for him, but he catches my wrist and lowers my hand back to the ledge.

“Thiago.”

The warning in his name only earns me a grin. I try again, hooking my leg around his waist to drag him toward me, but he plants his hands on either side of me and refuses to budge.

“You enjoying this?”

“Very much.”

I slip my fingers into the waistband of his shorts and pull him closer. “Then you’re wearing too many clothes.”

He catches my wrists again. “This isn’t about me.”

“It is if I say it is.”

“Bossy.”

“You like me bossy.”

“I like you every fucking way.”

He kisses me, slow and gentle, and the teasing answer on my tongue dissolves as his hands slide around my waist, drawing me against him.

The water moves around us as he steps between my legs, and I instinctively press closer.

“Are you cold?” he murmurs.

“Not even a little.”

His mouth glides up my neck as his hands creep between my thighs, tugging me to the edge of the ledge.

“Take your pants off, Braga. You’re naked from the waist up. I’m naked from the waist down. The math is pissing me off.”

He chuckles against my neck. “Better fix that, then.”

Stepping back, he strips, tossing his shorts onto the concrete with the rest of our clothes. As soon as he’s within reach again, I grab him and pull him back between my legs.

His mouth crashes into mine.

There’s nothing gentle or patient about him now. One hand slides into my wet hair while the other locks around my waist, his cock hard against my abdomen. I reach between us and wrap my fist around him, my thumb brushing over his piercing, then glance up to watch his face tense.

I fucking love knowing I did that, that right now, I own him and his pleasure.

“Fera, you make me crazy,” he rasps, my hair tight in his hand as he thrusts against my grip. “I’ve never felt like this with anyone, you know that?”

I’m still not fully sold on the friends with a cop part, but the benefits are making one hell of an argument for themselves.