Page 197 of Hot Cops

“Round two?” she asked.

He shook his head. “I think this is round three.”

“Ah, we’re counting orgasms. Then you’re right.”

Jarod pushed her onto her stomach, rising to straddle her upper thighs. He ran his hands along her bare back in a half-caress, half-massage and she sighed, the sensation blissful, soothing, relaxing.

“If you’re trying to wake me up, that’s not working.”

He chuckled, placing another kiss on her shoulder. “I’m not worried. We have time.”

She considered that, trying not to let it bother her.

Why was she still here? She’d had every intention of leaving after her last orgasm. Problem was he’d fucked her into oblivion. She didn’t even remember crawling under the covers and falling asleep.

His hand brushed her bare ass and she grinned. Lucky for her, she’d stuck around. Jarod was a killer in bed, slashing all previous lovers from her mind. Her pussy went wet merely thinking about how amazingly his cock filled her.

Jarod nipped the spot he just kissed. “Still with me?”

“Mmm hmm,” she hummed against the soft pillow beneath her head. “Sort of.”

He planted a line of wet kisses along her spine and she shuddered. A previously undiscovered erogenous zone. Interesting.

No man had ever kissed her as much as Jarod. She would have said she didn’t need the kissing. Would have confessed she wasn’t interested in it, but Jarod changed that. Made the act exciting, almost vital.

“I love your lips on me.” She’d also given up attempting to hide her thoughts from him. It seemed like her voice and head were two separate entities in that regard. She’d never revealed so much to past lovers, yet with Jarod, she found it impossible to shield her feelings, one truth after another falling from her lips.

She dismissed that uncomfortable thought from her mind. She’d try to figure out what the hell was going on tomorrow. Right now, she was just going to enjoy the ride.

Rather than reply to her admission, Jarod drifted lower, planting kisses on her ass. His five o’clock shadow tickled her sensitive skin and she giggled. She felt his lips tip up in a smile. After several idyllic moments of Jarod’s lips and hands caressing her body, he moved away, kneeling above her once more.

“Lift your ass,” he prompted, grasping her hips and moving her into the position he desired. “Put your knees underneath you.”

She felt boneless and edgy—two emotions she would have thought impossible partners. Jarod left her completely relaxed, while unbearably horny. She needed sex more than she’d ever needed it, an odd realization in light of the fact she’d already had two remarkable orgasms earlier.

“I want to fuck you from behind.”

She arched her back and tried not to purr like a well-loved kitten. Doggy-style was one of her favorite positions. “Hell yeah,” she whispered.

She heard the tearing of a wrapper and then his covered cock rubbed against her clit. She groaned as he taunted her with long, strong strokes along her slit, his cock never quite making it to the spot where she needed it most.

“Put it inside me,” she pleaded.

“Not yet.”

Her impatience got the better of her. She hated being denied. Reaching back, she tried to grasp his cock, determined to guide him to her opening.

He pulled back. Looking over her shoulder, she shot him a dirty look, but he wasn’t moved by it.

“Hurry up.”

He shook his head, the touch of his cock on her body gone completely.

“You’re not in charge. My bed, my rules.”

She snorted. “I’ll remember that. The next time we have one of these sleepovers, we’ll stay at my place and revenge will be sweet.”

Crap. Had she just invited more of this, another night with him? So much for playing it cool, keeping things casual.

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