Page 10 of Curvy Girl for the Cop

I wasn't. That's the problem. One taste of sweet Ava and my brain short-circuits, overridden by sheer animal lust. I've never lost control so fast, not even as a horny teenager.

I should have pushed her. She wouldn’t have resisted me. I’d have her in my arms right now.

I’ve never been so turned inside out over a woman. There’s something about Ava.

I know she’s it for me. This woman is all I’m going to want for the rest of my life. The possessiveness I feel every time I think of her is more intense than any instinct I’ve ever had.

Pacing my rented cabin, I scrub a hand over my face and groan. I should be reviewing case files, trying to find a way to fight back against the case that got me benched. Instead all I can think about is lush curves, trembling sighs, slick heat clenching around my fingers as she shattered...

Fuck. At this rate, I'll be waking up to sticky sheets like some pimply adolescent. A cold shower and a few miles on the treadmill do nothing to drive Ava from my thoughts. Her scent clings to my skin, honeyed musk and old books.

She's an addiction already and I've barely touched her. Innocent and untouched, yet responding so eagerly, greedily taking what I gave her. Begging for more with those big green eyes when I withdrew.

Christ, I'm in trouble. I want to corrupt her, claim her, make her mine in every depraved way imaginable. Tie her to my bed and pleasure that succulent body until she screams.

Sleep is impossible, my cock throbbing painfully at vivid X-rated visions dancing behind my eyelids. Of Ava on her knees, looking up at me as she takes me into her mouth. Spread eagle, flushed and panting as I feast on her pretty pink pussy. Riding me hard and fast, tits bouncing, head thrown back in ecstasy...

I fist myself with rough, furious strokes, grunting as I spill over my hand, her name a reverent curse on my lips. But climax brings no relief, no lessening of the clawing need.

I'm going to have her. Consequences be damned. Ava Dawson ismine.

five

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Ryan

I’m hikingin the mountains because they’re supposed to bring clarity or some bullshit.

But all I think about is Ava and how she’s been avoiding me. When I show up at the bookshop, she quickly gets on the phone or finds a customer to help.

And I’m going fucking nuts. All I can think of is her.

Even now as I trek through the winding trails, my mind wanders back to her, to the softness of her curves, the depths of her soulful eyes.

Ineedto see her, need to feel her presence like I need my next breath. Before I can second guess myself, I pull out my phone and dial the number for her bookstore. It might be a dirty trick, but a man’s got to do what a man’s got to do.

She answers on the second ring.

“Ava,” I breathe her name like a prayer, my voice coming out rough and gravelly.

"Ryan?" Her voice is breathy, surprised. "Um, how can I help you?"

"I just..." I pause, searching for the right words. "I'm going for a hike, up in the mountains. I was wondering if you'd like to join me?"

Silence stretches between us, filled with unspoken longing and hesitation. I hold my breath, waiting.

"I...I don't know, Ryan. I have the store and..."

"Just for a few hours. Please, Ava. I need...I just need some company."You. I need you.

She sighs softly, and I can picture her worrying her bottom lip. "Okay. Okay, I'll come."

Relief floods through me, followed by a surge of anticipation. "Great. I'll pick you up in an hour."

As I hang up, my heart pounds in my chest. An hour. One hour until I have her all to myself, away from prying eyes and interruptions.

The drive to Ava's is a blur, my mind consumed with thoughts of her. When I pull up outside her store, she's already waiting, dressed in form-fitting hiking gear that hugs her luscious curves. I swallow hard, my body tightening with need.

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