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“Sorry,” she said, sounding anything but. Then she pressed her ass against me, not even acting like she hadn’t meant to. “Um, Mr. Policeman? Is that your service revolver or are you just happy to—”
“Don’t play with me, Callie,” I said, unable to totally suppress the groan as she pressed back again. It had been a long time since I’d had sex, and I was sure I’d never been as turned on by any woman in my life.
If she didn’t stop, settle down, and go to sleep, my dick was going to get so hard I might be able to use it as a sledgehammer to smash the chain of the handcuffs.
But by that point, removing the cuffs was going to be the last thing on my mind.
Her voice turned serious, barely above a whisper. “I’m not playing.”
Her next movement was with purpose, pressing back and sliding up. She wasn’t playing. She intended to drive me crazy.
“I’m supposed to be protecting you, not fucking you,” I ground out in a last attempt at keeping myself in check.
“You’re a smart man, Blake. Resourceful.” She rubbed her ass against me and made a soft little sound in her throat. “I think you can probably do both.”
If what she said hadn’t destroyed my resolve, that little sound finished off the last of my ability to resist.
With my hand on her stomach, I pulled her tighter against me and ground my cock against her. She whimpered and I slid my hand up to squeeze her firm breast.
The thought of pulling away, putting distance between us, fled my mind. The conscientious bodyguard disappeared, replaced by the Neanderthal who just wanted to feel more of that firm, soft flesh and slide his cock between those shapely legs.
19
CALLIE
He warnedme not to play with him, as if what he was doing wasn’t exactly what I wanted. I pushed my ass against him to make my point. His breath caught, and he groaned as he rocked forward, sliding his cock against me. I felt myself melting into his touch, wanting more, and it made my heart race with anticipation.
His hand slowly slid up my body, moving my shirt up with it.
“Damn it, Callie,” he murmured against my neck, his voice thick with desire.
His lips brushed my skin and sent a wave of shivers down my spine. He cupped my breast, his thumb brushing over my nipple under the thin lace bra. Then he gently pinched it, pulling a gasp from me. He began to slowly rub circles around my hardened peak with the pad of his thumb.
I was trembling from his touches, my breath shallow.
He slid his other arm under my waist and then traced his fingers along the waistband of my shorts. As he lightly licked and kissed my neck, his hand moved lower, skipping over my center and going further down, caressing my legs.
My hips moved in response, eager for his next touch.
His fingertips trailed back up over my inner thighs and he moved his hand closer to my center. I gasped at the feeling and wished he would keep going. But his hand didn't linger there. Instead, it moved back up, tracing slow circles on my stomach.
His touches were delicate and deliberate, like he wanted to slowly drive me fucking crazy. I hadn’t realized how much I truly wanted to be touched.
“Blake,” I murmured, my voice trembling, “I...I need...”
His hands stilled, and he waited for me to finish my sentence.
“You need what, Callie? Tell me.” His voice was so deep and rough. He didn’t sound like himself.
I tried to tell him what I wanted but the words seemed stuck in my throat. I was panting now, desperate for more of his touch.
Blake patiently waited as I tried to say what I wanted.
"Say it," he demanded, breath hot on my neck.
That was all that was needed for me to finally manage the words.
"I need you," I said, barely above a whisper.
