Page 44 of The Lieutenant

Then there was Havros.

He was in a class all his own.

Confident to the point of being cocky.

Intelligent to the point of being brilliant.

Sexy to the point women fawned over him every day.

A man who also knew exactly what to say to a lady to keep her hot and wet.

As I was in this glaring moment of need.

He also looked as good in a pair of emerald swim trunks and messy hair as he did in a high fashion suit and leather shoes that cost a year’s salary.

I’d done everything to right my mind, to make the passion we’d shared seem completely wrong. But given what I’d just spouted off, I obviously sucked at giving myself a pep talk.

The look on his face was primal, carnivorous. The bad girl inside of me had known exactly what I’d done when inviting him in for a drink. I couldn’t lie to myself any longer. I couldn’t pretend I didn’t want him when the wafting scent of our combined longing was penetrating our skin.

But I was still fighting the hunger, pushing my hand against his chest while languishing over the way he was looking at me.

“As I will always say to you, kitten. Be very careful what you wish and ask for.” His voice was gruff, the tone laced with an entirelydifferent level of husky sensuality. I was breathless, barely able to swallow as he continued rolling his thick fingers around my clit.

The sensations kept my body tingling. His shirt was open and I slipped my fingers between the two edges, teasing him as he’d done with me by rolling them down the length of his chest.

I’d been captivated by his demanding ways. While he hadn’t been trying to intimidate me, he’d done so with his predatory advance seconds before. He was a jaguar in the night, a man constantly on edge, ready to kill at a moment’s notice. I knew it. I felt it in my bones.

The man was pure muscle, so rock hard and solid that all I wanted to do was to take minutes, hours to gaze at his naked body. I dipped my eyes toward the bulge between his legs, biting my lower lip to keep him from catching I was lusting after him.

He stretched my neck, his fingers digging into my skin. As he removed his hand from between my legs, he took his sweet time brushing the tips between my breasts, running his forefinger across my collarbone. The touch was featherlight, enough to send a wave of red-hot current dancing through me.

The man was ceremoniously peeling away every layer of hesitation and inhibition, exposing the soft vulnerability of the true woman.

“You are one beautiful woman, Kara.” The words were tender, caring, and defusing as he slipped his juice-soaked fingers past my lips. “Now, suck for me, kitten. Give me a preview of how your voluptuous lips will work while sucking off my cock.”

I found myself doing exactly what he asked, sucking his two long fingers greedily.

He was watching me the entire time and I was even more mesmerized by the golden flecks surrounding his irises. When he seemed satisfied I had the skills to give him good head, he pulled his hand free, flexing his fingers. I watched in sheer awe as he entwined the sash of my robe around his fingers, going round and round, at the same time tugging the belt from the two loops.

After freeing the thick material, he lifted it further into the light.

“Close your eyes, kitten. Keep them closed.”

I wanted to watch every move he made. When he cocked his head, his expression as commanding as I’d seen, I obeyed him, but peeked only seconds later.

“You don’t want me to be forced to discipline you, my sweet kitten. Now, do you?”

Only after cinching them closed did I feel the heat of his touch as he eased both hands under the shoulders of the terry robe. He trailed behind the material as he rolled both sides down my arms. The comforting weight of the material was gone and it took a few seconds to realize I was standing in front of a wide open window completely naked.

I was also standing in front of a killer. There was no doubt. For all the strong convictions I’d maintained throughout my adult life, I was breaking every one of them by being here with him.

But God help me, I didn’t want this to end.

“Hands over your head,gatáki.”

When I didn’t obey him right away, he pinched my clit, the pain immediately soaring through me.

“I suggest you learn obedience,” he growled. “I have no issue punishing you when necessary.”

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