May Contain Wine (SWAT Generation 2.0 5)

He chuckled softly.

“Hearing you were out on a date with some man a couple of weeks ago pissed me the hell off,” he admitted. “I’ve been really paying attention to what you’re doing date-wise. You haven’t gone on many, and the ones that you have gone on I’ve always been there in the shadows watching. Willing to do what I had to do to interrupt it if it looked like it was going somewhere. But the fact that I didn’t know about this last one? Yeah, I wasn’t very happy about that.”

I blinked in surprise.

On one hand, I was pissed off that he was following me on my dates.

On the other, it made me irrationally happy that he had.

I liked that he cared.

Even more, I liked that he was there in case something went wrong.

“It was last minute,” I admitted. “Normally I tell Ares… but she was busy, and yeah. The date didn’t go all that well.”

“Why not?” he asked. “What happened?”

He parked the car and got out, leaving me to wait until he rounded to my side to answer him.

“Nothing happened, per se. More like I realized rather quickly that I didn’t want to be on the date. It was a blind date through one of my friends that I graduated nursing school with. And, you’re never going to believe this, but it ended up being with the brother of the kid that drives me nuts at school,” I admitted. “Needless to say, it didn’t go all that well. I almost left during a bathroom break.”

Before I could get up the front walk, Louis put his arm around me and stared at me thoughtfully.

“The fact that you went on a date at all burns,” he said. “But I’m really fucking glad that it never went anywhere beyond that one date. I wouldn’t have been happy to find out that it did.”

I moved my hand up to press against the wall of his chest.

His heart was slamming inside his rib cage.

He really was worked up over it.

“The thing is, Louis…” I moved until I was on tippy toes, and his mouth was close to mine. My eyes were staring directly into his when I said, “Nobody is you.”

That was when his arms wrapped around me, and I found myself inside his place before I could even blink.

I gasped, my mouth opening as my head spun with how fast his movements were.

Seconds ago, we were outside, halfway up his walk. Just a few moments later, he was laying me down onto his bed and following me, his body moving to press wholly against mine.

His face was in mine as he growled against my mouth.

“So when do you want to start working on that baby?” he asked teasingly.

He’d known that the baby text was fake after the fourth one of the SWAT guys received the message. It’d been Ford bursting out into laughter that had them all comparing texts.

Luckily, we’d all gotten the rest of their responses before they’d figured out that it was a set-up.

I called his bluff.

“Right now.”

His eyes dilated, and for a second, I thought he was going to just thrust right into me without preparing me first—he was that turned on—but then he seemed to gain a bit of control over himself.

Luckily, the clothes in the way made it impossible to do so, or he probably would have.

“Get naked,” he ordered.

I grinned at his urgency but met his with a bit of my own.

Shoving my pants and underwear off, I started on my shirt and bra, getting stuck halfway when my bra got tangled up with my hair, when I felt his hands on my hips. Seconds later, I felt his mouth on my mound, biting lightly.

I gasped, my legs instinctively closing, and captured his head with my inner thighs.

He chuckled against the inside of my thigh, easily overpowering my puny strength, and pushed them wide. Way wider than I’d previously had them, causing my lips to part and the cool air to kiss my overheated skin.

“Now, bring your hands up and hold them high and wide,” he ordered.

I finished yanking my shirt and bra off my head, tossed them unceremoniously to the side, and looked down at where Louis was inspecting my pussy. His eyes roved over it as if he wasn’t quite sure where he wanted to start.

“God, I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” he murmured, then leaned down and gave one solid swipe from my perineum to my clit.

I felt like a hot spark of need jolted my clit, causing my body to jerk in his arms.

He laughed, then did it again, this time not stopping at just a swipe of his tongue. No, he stayed where he was, rapidly flicking his tongue over my clit, causing my body to heat.

“That’s where I want you,” he growled.