Page 31 of After All

He circled her nipple with just the tip of his thumb, the nail lightly scraping and tightening the tip further, making everything else in her tighten as well. She let her head fall back, arching closer, silently begging him to take her in his mouth.

But he didn’t. Not right away. He took her nipple between his thumb and finger and squeezed gently. Peyton gasped and tried to press her legs together as the ache in her core intensified, but she couldn’t with her knees on either side of his thigh.

“Scott,” she panted.

Then he tugged harder and she cried out.

“Fuck,” he muttered. He brought her forward and fastened his hot mouth on her nipple, sucking hard.

Her hand flew to the back of his head as pleasure pulsed through her.

His hand cupped her between her legs and she instinctively moved against it, seeking pressure on her clit. And deeper. He sucked harder on her nipple as she ground into his hand, and she felt her orgasm building quickly.

But then he lifted his head, staring up at her as he moved to slip one big, thick finger into her.

She couldn’t look away from him as she grabbed for his shoulder, her knees threatening to buckle. She gripped his shirt, loving the feel of his muscles lightly bunching as his finger moved in her.

“Ham sandwiches and finger fucking the hottest girl I’ve ever known?” he said as his thumb circled her clit. “Definitely something I could get used to.”

She felt her inner muscles tighten at the “finger fucking” thing. By-the-book, rule-following hot cop Scott Hansen, talking dirty, was one of the best things in her life.

“If this is what happens for sandwiches, I’m going to have to make you a meatloaf after all.”

He moved his finger deeper and faster and she gripped his shirt harder. “You make me meatloaf and I might just set you up on that counter and start with dessert.”

Her inner muscles reacted, happily, to that as well. “See? This arrangement is going to work out great.” A few “normal” things balanced with some holy-crap-hot things? Yeah, she could do normal for two weeks. Or she could sure as hell fake it.

“You riding my finger like you need it more than air? Yeah, definitely something I could get used to.”

She felt the release winding tighter and tighter. “Why don’t you open your pants and I’ll show you exactly how and what I like to ride.”

“Not this time.”

Had his finger been anywhere else, doing almost anything else, she would have protested that, but as it was, the rough pad of his thumb against her clit, with a startling knowledge, or instinct, or whatever, for the pressure and speed to apply, was about to send her into orbit. And she figured the take-your-pants-off conversation would come up again later.

His other hand gripped her ass, pressing her more firmly against the hand between her legs. He added a second finger, thrusting deep and hard and fast, and in less than a minute, she was flying.

She cried out his name as her orgasm crashed over her, and as soon as the ripples faded, he brought her down onto his leg, his hand in her hair, his mouth devouring hers.

When he finally let her up for air, she felt boneless and breathless and better than she had in… Since St. Patrick’s Day.

“There,” he said against her mouth. “Now we’re evened up.”

She pulled back to look at him. “Evened up?”

He rested his forehead against hers. “You didn’t come on St. Patrick’s Day, Peyton. I know it.”

She hadn’t. But she’d had a hell of a good time. It had been hard and fast and hot, and the source of much inspiration with her vibrator since.

“You didn’t have to—” she started.

“Yeah, I did.”

Right. Of course he did. Not giving her everything he thought she needed and wanted would have made him crazy. She shook her head. “So instead of thinking about how hot and awesome that was, instead of thinking about the handcuffs and the hood of your car and hownaughtythat all was, you’ve been thinking about how I didn’t come? And you just needed to even things up?” She pushed off his lap and pushed her skirt down and re-snapped her shirt.

He took a deep breath, then nodded. “Itwashotter than hell, and I still can’t believe I did that.”

“Because you really thought you could out-stubborn me?” She propped a hand on her hip.

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