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“I’d say the crazy is mutual.” I wet my lips and tried to gather my scattered wits. “Look, we need some ground rules here.”
“We do. First one is no more talking or else I’ll cover your mouth with my hand and make sure you can’t.”
My breath stalled in my throat. We weren’t having sex yet. We had to be rational and cover all potential bases before he said stuff like that to me. Or before I spontaneously came in my panties. My past had taught me to never assume anything and never to skip any steps—
“So fuck me already.”
Thatstep had not been on the board before right now.
His expression changed in an instant, turning wolfish as I caught a glimpse of those sharp white teeth. I barely had time to breathe before his fangs sank into my neck—
I let out a rough exhale as I realized he had not bitten my neck to drain my blood—no more Mav-as-vampire sketches, thanks subconscious—but had yanked down my shirt to suck on the skin between my neck and shoulder. His other hand found its way into my hair as he tugged me closer, and it wasn’t until he yanked that I realized he’d pulled out my hairband. The crazy mass tumbled around my shoulders and into my face. Even intohisface as he made a noise that verged on a growl and buried his face in my curls.
“You smell like sex. Like fucking on the beach with a bonfire going and waves crashing and the damn best hamburger you’ve ever had on the grill.” He lifted his head, his gaze piercing mine in the darkness. “Like summer never ending and the sunlight always staying right above you. The light never going out.”
I couldn’t speak. Hokey lines made me crack jokes. But that line wasn’t hokey. It felt real and perfect and like we weren’t just grabbing what felt good but what was absolutelyrightin that moment.
“You smell wet,” I muttered, something I had not realized until that very moment.
Poetry was not my strong suit.
His dark hair was damp and curling with it, the longer pieces on top dipping into his eyes. His shirt was wet too, clinging to his ridiculously toned body. It was too dark to see much, but I knew what he was working with and I couldn’t stop running my hands over his body.
“Where’s your bulletproof vest?”
“Forgot it.” He was already breathing hard. “First armed robbery.”
“Better be first and last.” I smacked one of his thighs and not just to feel the muscles bunch. Not entirely. “Don’t do that again.”
“Yes, ma’am. Now keep going with that strip search.”
I swallowed a laugh as I started with his shoulders—dear God, those shoulders—and kept right on going, streaking down the front of him, basically feeling him up while I undid his buttons.Allof his buttons until his shirt was hanging open and revealing his white undershirt beneath.
So very cop-like of him.
I wanted to grab his undershirt between my hands and rip it open, but he had other ideas.
Like yanking me across the front seat right over the console into his lap.
He groaned as I landed just right to cradle his length. Hastily, he jerked back the seat and hiked up my shirt, drawing it over my head and tossing it into the passenger seat. He didn’t so much as take a breath as he sculpted a finger over the delicate lace cupping my barely-a-handful breasts. But I would’ve thought they were worthy of a goddess by the way he was devouring me with his gaze.
A quick flick of his agile fingers and the lace flew open, exposing me—and for the first time ever, I had the craziest urge to cover myself. Not because I didn’t want him to see me, but because it felt like somehow he could see entirely too much too soon.
Flirty, wild Vanessa had been replaced with a fumbling, not quite steady version. Somehow he still seemed to want me just the same.
“You’re just like I knew you’d be.”
When I would’ve asked what the hell that meant, he leaned up to suck on my nipple, applying a level of suction that managed to empty my head of every single thought. All I could register was mind-erasing pleasure.
He squeezed my other breast in his big hand while he rocked up into me. A light show was going off behind my eyes. It wasn’t even an orgasm yet. I was just burning up and over-sensitized in a way I never had been before.
I wasn’t even fully aware of reaching down for his belt and yanking it out of its loops. Or of opening the button of his uniform pants and dragging down the zipper before I scooped him out of his boxers, wrapping my fingers around his width.
“Fuck, you’re a big boy.”
His laughter filled the truck.“Boy?You’re not that much older than me.”
My eager explorations came to a halt as I jerked up my head. “Wait, what? I’m older than you?”
