Strip Tease (Protect and Defend 1.50)

“Okay, I’ll stay.” She settled her head against his shoulder, her legs spreading even more. Definitely an invitation.

He took it, dipping his fingers into the damp heated silk between her legs. She was on fire for him already and his cock surged at the realization. Moving against him, Janelle scooted her body higher so that she faced him, her mouth close to his.

“I’m glad you’re staying.” As he spoke he felt her lips, and he snuck his tongue out, licking each corner of her mouth.

Her lips fell open with ease, her tongue darting out to meet his and they moved against each other in a sensual open mouthed kiss. Pushing his finger deeper into her heat, he stroked her inner walls and she shifted with him, a little groan emanating from her throat.

“You like that?” He sounded like a cocky bastard, but he didn’t care. The woman was putty in his arms.

Much like he’d be if she was stroking him.

“Yes,” she hissed, her eyes fluttering closed, her lower body moving against his.

“Want me to stop?”

“Don’t stop.” Her answer came quickly, making him smile and he kissed her, savoring her mouth, the sweet little gasps that escaped her with his every touch.

Her hand slithered down between their bodies to grasp his growing erection and he moaned when she clasped his cock with firm fingers. Up and down she stroked, her movements matching his and their ragged breaths filled the room.

“I want to come with you inside me,” she whispered against his mouth, her fingers squeezing him.

Releasing his hold on her, he went for the bedside table drawer, yanking out another condom with hurried movements. He wanted to be inside her too, was desperate to feel her tight hot center clamped around his cock. Licking her lips she watched, grabbing his hand as soon as he was covered and dragging him toward her.

“Hurry.”

He smiled at her impatience, wanting nothing more than to please her. He nudged his cock against her belly and shifted into position, thrusting within her easily, filling her completely.

Her eyes squeezed shut, she clasped him to her, sliding her hands up and down his back as he began to move within her. He watched her face, awed by her beauty, by her responsiveness, remembering her confident behavior at the club.

Never before had he met a woman like Janelle. He wanted to get to know her better, find out what more, what made her seem so tough yet vulnerable at the same time.

They didn’t have a chance in hell. But he couldn’t worry about that now. Reality sucked. He much preferred the cozy cocoon of fantasy they’d created for themselves tonight.

“Harder, Nate,” she urged, her hands kneading his buttocks and causing him to slip even deeper inside her. “Please.”

Her wish was his command. He increased his thrusts, the sound of their bodies connecting filling the room, the musky scent of their arousal clinging in the air. Harder and harder he filled her, until she was crying out with his every thrust, his name dropping from her lips at the exact moment of her sweet surrender.

He tumbled into ecstasy right after her, the sensation of her sex gripping his cock with her every orgasmic tremor making him come so hard, his eyes nearly crossed.

If they continued like this, she would surely be the death of him.

But they couldn’t. After tonight, it was no more. It had to be.

Regret filled him and he slumped against her, exha

usted both physically and mentally. Janelle wrapped her arms around his neck, stroking the back of his head with gentle fingers and he closed his eyes, worried over what he would do next.

Nate had no idea. He wished it could involve the two of them and no one else. No Billy Diaz, no investigation, no Ginger. But it couldn’t. A relationship with his suspect’s sister would never work.

Moving away from her, he rolled to his side, still facing her and closed his eyes. He should go to sleep and leave Janelle alone. It was hard, though, when she pressed her lush body against him, nestling her head beneath his. He slipped his arm around her shoulders, holding her, savoring the feeling of her in his arms.

“So why are you so intent on catching Billy Diaz?”

Her quiet question threw him off guard, startling him. Could he trust her with the truth? He didn’t like to talk about it with anyone. “He’s a complete scumbag.”

“Well, of course he is. But that doesn’t seem to be enough of a reason. Is it something personal?”

Shifting uncomfortably, Nate cleared his throat. “Kinda. It’s something I don’t really want to get into.”