Page 51 of Beyond the Badge: Crew

He didn’t like the smile that crossed her face. It puckered his asshole and tightened his chest.

What was she up to?

He sucked in a breath as she reached up slowly, curled her hand around the back of his neck and pulled his head down.

She stared into his eyes for a second before they slid closed, and her warm breath whispered over his lips.

He stared at her mouth. It wouldn’t take much to close the gap between his and hers.

But that would be stupid and reckless.

Her eyes opened and she closed that gap.

He yanked free of the hold on his neck. “Not a good idea, Cabrera. In fact, it’s a really stupid idea.”

“What are you scared of?”

Tasting you. Touching you. And then wanting more.

“Chicken,” she whispered.

“Fuck it.” He grabbed her, slammed her chest into his and pressed his mouth to hers.

Her lips were still cold from the pool, but not for long. They turned soft, warm and pliant. They also fit too perfectly against his. He encouraged them open by drawing the tip of his tongue along the seam.

And when she did, he took her mouth like it was his.

At that moment, it was.

No one else could have it. It belonged only to him.

He swallowed her groan, and it encouraged him to take the kiss deeper, even though he should be doing the opposite.

He should be running, not walking, away.

Her slender fingers gripped his bearded jaw as she gave as good as she got.

Their tongues touched, tangled, and took turns exploring.

He curled his arm around her and tugged her even closer, if that was possible.

He wanted to prove to her that kissing her was nothing to him.

Nothing at fucking all.

He could kiss her and simply go on with his day.

Like nothing ever happened.

He wasn’t afraid of her.

Or of this.

Or…

Her hard nipples pressed against his chest. Her hand not gripping his face and holding him in place as she kissed him deeper, more frantically, settled on his chest.

She had to feel his heart ready to beat out of his damn chest.

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