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Trance’s deep, amused voice interrupted my devious thoughts, drawing my attention away from his forearm and to his face.
He was looking at me funny. His eyebrows were raised above the rims of his glasses as if in question.
“I’m sorry, what?” I asked as a slight blush started to rise in my cheeks.
“I asked what you were thinking about, but the blush pretty much answers the question for me.” He observed.
His smirk made one of his dimples pop out, making me squirm in my seat.
Wanting to put him off his guard, I told him exactly what I was thinking, down to the very position I was in when he was pounding his way inside of me.
I crossed my legs, squeezing them together to try to circumvent the burning need, but it only made it worse, making me uncross my legs all the while Trance gaped at me.
Although not another word was said, we both knew. We knew today was going to be the day. We’d been dancing around the elephant in the room for too long, and for me, personally, I felt very, very close to combusting.
The ride to my apartment from the hospital took fourteen minutes.
The entire time I was acutely aware of Trance. His eyes never strayed from the road, but the air in the car felt stifling with the sexual tension rolling off him.
I could feel the anticipation hanging between us. I knew he was very aware of my movements, my breathing, and of my need for him.
The same went for me. Although I wasn’t looking at him, my body seemed to feel it when his moved, subtly changing positions as to get as close to him as possible, yet not touching him.
Somehow, I knew that if I touched him, we wouldn’t be making it home. He’d pull over to the side of the road, and take me, regardless of the consequences.
I knew he’d be coming over tonight after his shift. There was only so much a person could take before they couldn’t stand it anymore, and Trance and I were at that breaking point.
What I hadn’t expected was for him to call in and report that he was off duty for a while.
Was there some sort of code that said you needed some sex, and that you’d be back in ten?
Chapter 9
If I were a ghost, I’d haunt people by knocking on their window as soon as they started masturbating.
-A text from Viddy to Trance
Viddy
“Unit 5-2 Code 7.” Trance said into the mic at his shoulder.
My heart started pounding.
The look in his eyes was utterly scary.
A good scary, but still scary.
He looked like he was about to devour me from the toes up.
“Wh-what are you doing?” I asked in surprise.
The hand that was at his gun belt finally worked the link loose, and he dropped his belt onto the couch with a loud thunk. Then he unbuttoned the top most button on his shirt, grabbed it by the back of his collar, and drew it over his head in one fluid motion.
The shirt went to the same place as the belt, and then he started on the Velcro straps that held his Kevlar vest on. With three quick tugs, he had each Velcro strap released, and he was pulling the vest off in hasty, jerky movements.
“Jesus, you should play strip poker with all the clothes you have on. I’d bet you’d win!” I chattered nervously.
His eyes never wavered, but the sparkle in his eyes told me he was amused by my nervousness. They pretty much said, ‘As well you should be. I’m about to devour you.’
