This is Reckless (Checkmate Duet 3)

She tilts her head up and laughs. “Can you make dinner?”

I tickle under her arm and laughter erupts from her mouth. “Okay, okay! I was just kidding!” Her laugh makes me smile, so I tickle her just a moment longer to hear it some more.

Wrapped up in my arms, I lean down and kiss her again. I can’t stop kissing her. My lips are magnetized to hers, and they never want to be released.

“All right, Deputy. You’re on chef duty tonight.” She slaps my ass with a devilish smile. “Handcuffs may or may not be included.”

“Mm…I like the way you think.” I kiss the top of her nose. “Maybe you’d like to assist me instead?”

“Yeah, I have an idea on what you mean by assist.”

She grabs her apron and wraps it around her waist. Standing behind her, I push her hair off to the side and press a kiss against the nape of her neck. I wrap my hand around her throat, and her head falls back to my chest. Placing a kiss under her ear, she shivers and closes her eyes. She’s so beautiful and perfect; I can’t believe it’s taken me this long to finally see her.

“Keep that up, Deputy, and we won’t get to dinner.” She smiles as I move my lips over her jawline.

“Are you resisting, ma’am? I might have to do a thorough strip search on you.”

“What exactly would you be looking for?” She smiles as I tilt her face to look back at me.

My other hand wraps around her waist and I close the gap between us. “Weapons.”

“Ooh, so like wet pussy and hard nipples?”

“Jesus Christ, Court,” I growl, feeling myself getting hard against the small of her back. “You sure don’t make this fucking easy.”

“You wanted to play it slow,” she reminds me.

Pressing my lips against hers, I pull her bottom lip in between my teeth and groan. “I’m done playing by the rules.”

I have no doubt in my mind that what Courtney and I have is one-hundred percent real. My feelings for her are so strong; I can hardly believe I ever doubted them in the first place.

I spin her around and cup her face in my hands as I kiss her deeply. Her body melts into mine, her fists grip my shirt and pulls our bodies closer together.

“I’ve never fallen for someone so hard, Courtney. As much as I didn’t see it at first, I’m seeing and feeling everything now. It’s consuming me.”

“I didn’t mind waiting.”

“I was such an idiot.”

She laughs against my mouth and nods in agreement.

I close the gap between us and bring her lips back to mine. I kiss her feverishly, and I don’t know that I’ll ever be able to stop. Her body pressed against mine and the way she responds to my touch drives me absolutely insane.

Wrapping my arms around her, I lift her up and cup her ass in my hands. She willingly wraps her legs around my waist as I begin carrying her out of the kitchen and down the hall. Her fingers tangle in my hair as she moans in my mouth and drives me even crazier.

“Tell me how you want it,” I say, setting us both down on her bed. Her hips arch up and grind against my cock. “I can’t promise I’ll hold back this time.”

Her eyes go wide. “That was you holding back last time?”

I flash her a smile and press my lips back to hers. My hands run over her body, untying the apron from her waist and tossing it to the floor. Next, I lift her shirt up and toss that into the pile we’ve started. She rakes her hands down my chest and finds the end of my shirt before pulling it up and letting it fall. I wrap my arms around her and unclasp her bra, fumbling with it down her arms and throwing it behind her.

“New rule: no more wearing so many layers,” I tease as I fight with the buttons on her jeans.

“Is this how you pat down all your civilians? Or just the lucky ones?” She grins.

I cup her breast in my palm and shake my head. “Just you, sweetheart.”

She smiles as our lips collide again. I pick us up and spin her around so she’s lying on the bed and I’m hovered over her. I kiss down her neck, chest, and stomach. I finish undoing her pants and slide them down her legs. Kissing up her legs, I get an idea.

“I know you have a toy in here. Where is it?”

“What?”

“Viola told me about your little hiding spot,” I tell her, placing kisses along her underwear line. “So, where it is?”

“I don’t know if I can trust you with it.” She smirks, arching her hips.

“Courtney,” I warn, sliding her panties aside and kissing the sensitive flesh there. She releases a moan, her hands gripping my shoulders as I circle my tongue around her clit.