Page 6 of Curvy Girl for the Cop

She bites her lip before she shakes her head. “I mean, I guess it’s silly. Although we called ourselves ‘boyfriend and girlfriend,’ we never really did anything except kiss.”

My shoulders relax only to tense back up again. She didn’t do anything other than kiss, so I don’t have to imagine another man inside her, but she did kiss, so now I have deal with the thought of another man’s lips on her.

I can’t quite contain the growl that rumbles up out of my chest at that thought.

Ava looks up at me with wide eyes, startled by the possessive sound emanating from deep within me. "Ryan?" she whispers uncertainly.

I take a deep breath, trying to rein in the jealousy swirling inside me at the thought of her with someone else, even if it was just kissing. I have no right to feel this way, but the primal part of me wants to erase any trace of another man's touch from her mind, her body.

"I'm sorry," I murmur, cupping her face gently. "I just...I don't like the thought of anyone hurting you. Of anyone else touching you."

Her breath hitches at my confession, her pupils dilating with renewed desire. "I've never been touched...not really. Not the way I want you to touch me."

Fuck. Her innocent admission nearly undoes me. I lean in, my lips brushing the shell of her ear as I whisper roughly, "Tell me how you want me to touch you, Ava. Tell me what you need."

She shivers, her hands fisting in my shirt. "I...I want your hands on me. Everywhere. I want you to make me forget everything except how you feel."

A low growl escapes me at her breathy plea. "I can do that, baby. I'll make you forget your own name by the time I'm done with you."

Ava whimpers, arching into me as if she can't get close enough. I slide my hand into her hair, tugging gently until she bares her throat to me. Trailing open-mouthed kisses along theslender column, I nip and suck at her fluttering pulse, marking her as mine.

"Ryan, please..." She's panting now, her hips undulating against my thigh, seeking friction.

"Please what? Use your words, sweet girl." I scrape my teeth over her collarbone, soothing the sting with my tongue.

"Touch me," she begs. "I need your hands on my skin. I need you."

Satisfaction hums through me at her wanton plea. "Then let's get you out of these clothes. I want to see all of you, touch all of you.”

Ava nods frantically, already tugging at the hem of her sweater. Together, we strip her bare, until she's standing before me in nothing but a pair of pale pink panties.

My hungry gaze rakes over her curves, committing every dip and swell to memory. She's perfect, from her full, heavy breasts to the flare of her hips and the softness of her belly. I want to worship every inch of her until she understands just how exquisite she is.

"You're so fucking beautiful," I tell her reverently, skimming my hands up her sides. "I could look at you forever and never get tired of it."

Ava flushes under my heated gaze, a delicate pink blooming across her skin. She crosses her arms over her chest self-consciously, as if trying to hide from me.

"Don't," I command gently, taking her wrists and urging her arms back to her sides. "Don't hide from me. I want to see you, all of you."

She bites her lip but nods, allowing me to drink in the sight of her nearly nude body. My hands itch to explore, to map out every curve and valley, to commit her to memory with my touch.

I start at her shoulders, trailing my fingertips down her arms, feeling goosebumps rise in my wake. When I reach her hands, I lace our fingers together, squeezing gently.

"I'm going to make you feel so good, baby," I promise, my voice a husky rasp. "I'm going to touch you until you're trembling, until you're begging for more."

Ava whimpers, her head falling back as I lower my mouth to her neck again. I can't resist tasting her, dragging my tongue over her racing pulse before sucking lightly. She gasps, her fingers tightening around mine.

Releasing one of her hands, I skim my palm down her side, over the dip of her waist and the flare of her hip. Her skin is like satin, impossibly soft and smooth. I want to feel it against me with no barriers between us.

Hooking my fingers in the waistband of her panties, I glance up at her, silently asking for permission. Ava nods, her eyes dark with longing. Slowly, torturously, I drag the scrap of lace down her legs until she can step out of it.

And then she's bare before me. Completely exposed. Mine for the taking.

I have to clench my fists to keep from pouncing on her. She deserves to be savored, worshipped. And I intend to do just that.

Starting at her ankles, I run my hands up her calves, over her knees, along her plush thighs. Ava's breathing grows labored as I near the apex of her thighs, her arousal evident in the slickness coating her folds.

"Ryan," she pants, her hips canting forward. Seeking. Needing.

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