When We Kiss

He finally stops frowning and gives me a little smile, cupping my breast. Raking my fingernails across his cheeks, I pull his face to mine and we kiss gently, mouths opening, tongues finding each other. They curl and caress, and it only takes a few passes for us to heat up again. It always happens when we kiss.

My arms are around his neck, and he scoops me off the bed, standing and carrying me to the wall. My legs are around his waist as he puts my back against it and sinks deep into my core once more, moving his hips, thrusting in and out so deep my thighs begin to quiver.

Closing my eyes, I lean my head back, riding this crazy wave. He moves my hips in time to give him the deepest penetration. I hold his broad shoulders, gripping them as I grind my hips, when I feel his fingers tracing my crack, moving between my cheeks and…

“Oh!” I gasp when his finger sinks into my ass.

My eyes go wide, but he whispers, “Shh…”

Covering my mouth with his, he plunges his tongue inside as his finger works that little hole, in and out, rocking me into him as he thrusts faster, more feverish.

All the sensations, the position, his kiss, his finger, take me higher. My orgasm builds, and I’m lost in a haze when it breaks, flying through space, calling out his name.

He holds me steady, bracing me with his legs, as he pulses. His mouth is right at my ear, and I love the sound of his moans, his deep groans, his swears, as he comes. It’s amazing, and so unexpected.

His chest is against my breasts, the fine scattering of hair tickling my nipples. We’re breathing fast when he kisses my jaw, giving it a little nibble. “I’m going to be late getting back to work.”

My eyes go to the clock. “It’s one.”

“Shit.” He kisses me fast, grabbing the condom as he pulls out, lowering me to my feet.

He moves fast, tying off the condom, and dashing over to his discarded pants, his boots. Then it hits me.

“You cleaned up this morning.”

He frowns, stepping into his boots and tying them. I go to where he’s standing, placing my hand on his bare back, sliding it up to his shoulder as I kiss his cheek. “My little trash can was empty.”

“Of course, I did.” He stands, gives me a quick kiss on the mouth, then leaves me naked in my bedroom.

I follow him into the living room, watching as he pulls on the undershirt then his uniform shirt, jamming it into his pants. “I might see you again this afternoon, depending on what Robbie needs me to do.”

Stepping back, I get one more rough kiss, and he’s out the door, smoothing his hair and jogging around the corner. I didn’t even think about the cruiser. He must’ve parked it down at the church.

“Dirty Deputy Tucker,” I muse, thinking about all those nosey church folks. “Aren’t you something?”

My legs are weak, my insides deliciously aching and ravaged. Echoes of his presence linger in both my holes. My body feels like someone thoroughly enjoyed it. I’m pretty sure he did. I know I did.

Still, they’ll call me the bad influence.

Chad says I’m just getting to know him better.

I wonder who’s right.

Emberly’s squinting at a diagram when I get bac

k to the shop a few minutes later.

I took a quick shower, smoothed my hair, and did my best to cover the red marks on my wrists with body makeup. Every time I move, I’m reminded Chad was here… Andy was there, finger was there. It heats me right up again.

“Getting some work done?” she asks without even looking up.

“Umm… Sort of.” I don’t want to lie to my best friend, but I seriously can’t tell Emberly what I did for lunch… What Chad ate for lunch.

Not yet.

She’d be cool with it, of course, but telling Emberly makes everything so real somehow. I have to sort out my feelings first, make sure this isn’t some ultra-hot Nine and a Half Weeks kind of thing.

The thought of Chad eating food off my naked body makes me flush.