Daddy Undercover (Crescent Cove 9)

I grabbed her ass, tugging her up enough that I could get my mouth on her incredible breasts. Cool to the touch, her nipples were tight under the cotton of her bra. I rubbed my beard across the smooth, round tops that flowed over the cups. Slid my teeth and tongue along any part of skin I could get to— nothing was off limits as I chased her to the same height of madness. Her hand shook as she tipped her head back.

I peeled her bra down and scraped my teeth over the tight tips of her breasts.

“Look at me.”

She twisted her hand around the base of my cock and settled those glassy eyes on me again.

“I want to make you come, and I can’t get to you like this.”

She nodded. “I want that too. After you come for me.”

I shook my head. “Not here.”

“Yes.” She leaned forward enough to catch my mouth and bit my lower lip. “Come for me. Come on me until I can get you inside me.”

“No, I can’t—” My brain was fried, but still there was a kernel of responsibility trying to strangle the eye-crossing pleasure.

She leaned back on the steering wheel as she dragged the wet tip of my cock across the golden skin of her belly. “You’ll never drive this car without remembering me.”

I frowned, but I was too close to coming to be able to decipher exactly what that meant. Of course I’d remember. She was a part of every bit of my life now.

She tugged on me until I had no choice but to acquiesce.

I lifted my hips as my vision blurred around her and darkened before the relief punched the breath out of me. My release flowed over her fingers, and a stripe lashed across her breasts.

Her breath came in a rush and her chest heaved as she rubbed it into her skin. She let out a relieved breath and sagged back again. Enough that she hit the horn on the steering wheel.

Startled, she laughed, and then reached for her shirt in the passenger seat and wiped me away.

The baser part of me almost growled out my displeasure. I’d never been the guy who needed to mark someone like that, but right now, I wanted her splayed out and screaming my name. Only this time she wouldn’t be able to wipe me away.

“I think we could use a shower.” She opened the door and nearly fell outside.

“Bee—”

She caught herself and tossed a devil-may-care grin over her shoulder, then unhooked her bra and threw it at my face before running for the house.

I didn’t know what had gotten into her, but I was not done with her yet. I needed a second to stuff my abused cock back into my pants.

Damn, she was quick.

She’d left the door open and was already upstairs when I crossed the threshold. I took the stairs two at a time. Her shoes and work pants were on the floor in the hall followed by a ridiculously small bit of white cotton just outside the bathroom.

The water was running and steam billowed out from the glass enclosure. She was a shadow in the frosted glass, but already her hands were up into all that hair, making quick work of a shampoo.

My getting undressed required a bit more work, but I enjoyed the show as I unlaced, unholstered, and stripped away the sheriff part of me. Though Gina had definitely done a good job of that in my police cruiser.

“Are you going to just be a cre

eper out there or get in here with me?”

I smiled as I tucked my gun in the hamper, just in case. I opened the door and stepped inside. “Is there any hot water left?”

She was using one of those crumpled net things to smooth soap across her belly. “You snooze, you lose.”

I stole it from her and filled my fingers with the gingerbread-scented soap before turning her against the wall so I could get some water on my neck and back.

I kissed her shoulder while I brought my hands up to cup her breasts. “You always smell so damn delicious. I love having all your potions in my shower now.”