Page 5 of Curvy Girl for the Cop

The world narrows to just the two of us, poised on the brink of something dangerous and exhilarating. The air hums with possibility, and I can almost taste the sweetness of her lips, feel the curves of her body pressed against mine.

But the decision is hers. I'll only take what she's willing to give, even if it means walking away with nothing more than the memory of this moment.

So I wait, my heart pounding in my chest, as Ava weighs the consequences of giving in to the desire that burns between us.

Her decision will change everything.

Ava's lips part, a shaky exhale escaping as her tongue darts out to moisten them. My gaze is drawn to the movement, transfixed by the glossy sheen it leaves behind. I imagine capturing that lush mouth with my own, tasting her sweetness, drinking in her sighs of pleasure.

She sways closer, and I feel the heat of her body radiating through the scant space between us. It takes every ounce of my restraint not to haul her against me, to let my hands roam over her soft curves until she's trembling with need.

"Ryan, I..." Her voice wavers, uncertainty warring with longing in her eyes. "We shouldn't. This isn't...I'm not..."

I silence her protests with a gentle brush of my thumb over her plump lower lip. "Shh, it's okay. We don't have to do anything you're not ready for."

Even as the words leave my mouth, I know I'm teetering on the edge of my control. The primal, possessive part of me wants to lay claim to her, to brand her as mine until there's no doubt in her mind that she belongs with me.

But I won't push. I'll let Ava set the pace, even if it means enduring the sweetest kind of torture as I wait for her to decide what she wants.

Her teeth sink into her lip, worrying the tender flesh as she searches my face. I wonder what she sees there. Does she glimpse the hunger I'm barely keeping in check? The dark promise of pleasure I long to fulfill?

"Kiss me." The words are barely a whisper, but they ring out like a clarion call in the charged silence.

I don't hesitate. Cupping her face in my hands, I lower my mouth to hers, finally taking what I've craved since the moment I first laid eyes on her.

Her lips are soft and yielding beneath mine, parting on a gasp as I slant my mouth over hers. I lick into her, savoring her unique flavor—sweet with a hint of innocence that makes me want to corrupt her in the most delicious ways.

Ava melts against me, her curvy body molding to my harder planes as her arms wind around my neck. She meets me stroke for stroke, giving as good as she gets. It's intoxicating, the way she responds so passionately, so uninhibitedly. As if she's been waiting for this—for me.

A part of me knows we're moving too fast, that this is crazy, we just met, that we're hurtling towards something neither of us may be prepared for. But with Ava in my arms, her tongue tangling with mine as our kiss turns deeper,hungrier, I can't bring myself to care.

All I want is to lose myself in her, to make her mine in every way that matters. And from the needy little moans she's making,the way her nails bite into my shoulders, I'd say she wants the same.

It won't be gentle. It won't be sweet. But it will be unforgettable.

Suddenly, Ava pulls back, her chest heaving as she stares up at me with eyes clouded with desire. "Ryan... we need to stop."

"Why?" I growl, my voice raw with arousal. "We both know you want this." I take her hand and press it against my erection, making sure she can feel just how hard she makes me.

Ava gasps, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson, but she doesn't remove her hand. Instead, she digs her nails in slightly, as if she's as torn as I am.

In the end, however, she's the one with enough strength to break our connection. "Because...because I'm scared."

Scared? Of me? The thought sends a jolt of possessiveness through me. "You have nothing to be scared of, baby. I'd never hurt you."

Ava bites her lower lip, her eyes welling up with unshed tears. "I know...it's not that I'm scared of you... it's..."

"Then what?" I prod, my voice gentler now. I want to help her, to rid her of whatever ghosts are holding her back.

"I'm scared of myself," she whispers. "I've never felt this way about anyone before, and it’s crazy cause it’s too fast, I'm terrified of getting my heart broken again."

Wait…again?

I almost see red at the thought of another man touching her.

“Who broke your heart?” I bark out.

She jumps at my voice, and I work to lower my volume. “Who hurt you, sweetheart?”

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