Trouble (B-Squad 2.75)

Almost exactly what he wanted to hear. "More specific, Sweets."

"Your tongue. Your fingers. Your big, fat cock."

"All of it, huh?" The scent of her arousal when she rocked her hips toward him made him ache. "Come on, Sweets, you have to say it."

She let out a harsh groan. "All of it."

In one smooth motion, he slid the hot pink fabric down her smooth legs. She kicked them away and spread her stance without him even having to ask.

"You're eager tonight," he said, kissing his way across from one hip to the other, coming close but never quite getting to that one spot he knew she so desperately wanted. "But I have a lot of time to make up for. A lot of fantasies to play out. This," he stood up and wrapped his fingers around each one of her bound wrists, "was one of my favorites."

"Why?" she asked, the word ending with a moan as he kissed and nipped his way down the long column of her neck.

He left the question unanswered, distracting her by grasping one hard nipple poking against the cotton of her T-shirt and rolling it between his fingers while she shut her eyes and let her head fall back against the door. The look of wanton abandon on her beautiful face was almost more than he could take, but she needed to know who was in control here. He was. And if he wasn't, then everything was fucked because no one had ever made him lose control like she had. That was dangerous for his career and his sanity. Cops and pot dealers—even legal ones—didn’t make for long-term lovers, especially not when they lived states away from each other.

What the fuck are you thinking, Jackson? This isn't forever. It's tonight. Maybe the weekend. She's gone as soon as the reunion is done, so cowboy up and grow a pair.

Needing to stop his brain from spinning the kind of fantasies he couldn't allow himself to have, he cupped both of her tits through her shirt, squeezing with just the right amount of pressure that had her arching her back in ecstasy. Oh yeah. This is what his girl liked. A little rough. A little loss of control. A little tease and tickle.

"Too bad about this shirt." He lathed his tongue across one of her protruding—but covered—nipples. "I remember just how much you love to have these beauties played with. You were always so responsive when I'd use my teeth, suck them hard into my mouth, rub the hard stubble of my beard against the soft flesh. I understand though. It's obviously a very important shirt."

Leah groaned and knocked the back of her head against the door. "Just do it."

He managed—just barely—not to beat his own chest in triumph. "Do what?"

Giving him a glare that would kill most men, she said, "You know."

"Say it." Asshole? Him? Hell yes.

"Either uncuff me," she yanked her arms, making the cuffs rattle, "or cut my damn shirt off."

Saying I told you so was a temptation he avoided. Leah's legs were still free and, no doubt at this range, she could do some real damage with her knee. So instead, he took a step back and let himself take a long, slow up-and-down look at the one woman who'd gotten away who was now shackled to his hall closet door. That he'd shoved her out of his life with both hands by being a complete jackass wasn't lost on him, but sometimes doing the right thing sucked. No one knew that more than him. Tonight wasn't about the right thing though, it was about rocking her world so she'd remember him with the same ache with which he remembered her.

"Don't worry, I'll save you," he said. "It's all part of the job."

He fisted her shirt, but instead of going to get his utility knife, he slid the soft material up her arms until it was bunched around her wrists and half hanging from the same hook that held her cuffed wrists upright.

Sentimental sucker.

More like horny bastard who didn't want to leave Leah's side long enough to walk over to the kitchen and grab a utility knife.

The view almost made him swallow his tongue. Her tits were perfect. Scratch that. The same boobs on anyone else would be impressive but not nearly as incredible. That it was Leah who he could to touch, to lick, to kiss, to hear moan in ecstasy—that is what made all the difference. Her shirt out of the way, he was confronted with a second obstacle: Her sheer, hot pink bra. Too desperate for any other option, he lifted her tits out of the cups, shoving the material down and to the side and then lowered his lips to her perfect blush-colored nipples. She writhed and moaned as he sucked the bud into his mouth. Refusing to leave the rest of her alone as he grazed his teeth across her sensitive flesh, he slid his right hand lower, sinking between her slick, swollen folds.

"Oh God, yes," she called out, her voice as tight as the rest of her was soft and pliant to his touch.

Fuck. This was better than he remembered, having her like this; hot, wanting and desperate for him to give her exactly what she needed.

"What do you want, Sweets," he asked as he circled a fingertip lightly around her extended clit.

"I want to come."

"On my fingers or mouth?"

"Your dick," she said equal parts se

xy surrender and stubborn demands. "I want to feel you inside me."

He glided a finger into her tight opening and then another. She squeezed him hard enough that the head of his already impossibly hard and aching cock became slick with pre-come. Sinking his dick balls deep inside her sounded like heaven right about now, but he'd be done too soon and he wanted to take his time with her. So instead of answering her, he withdrew his fingers from her sweet heat, dropped to his knees. His mouth was buried between her legs, lapping and sucking and teasing as he slipped his fingers again inside her, curling them to rub up against the bundle of nerves right there. This wasn't about finesse. It was an all out pleasure assault. He wanted to take her as high as he could, as fast as he could, before both of them lost their ever-loving minds. Circling her clit with his tongue. Rubbing his beard against her soft flesh just hard enough to tantalize. Fucking her with his fingers while she rode his face like she wanted to get to that orgasm as much as he wanted to take her there. As her moans became higher, he sucked hard on her clit and her thighs began to shake on either side of his head. Then, he added the press of his thumb to the spot right underneath her clit and she broke, her climax tasting sweeter than anything else in the world as he licked her until she begged him to stop.