Page 7 of Hot Cops

“Okay, that’s it.” She pushed against his chest, desperate to break free of his overwhelming presence. She’d never felt so thoroughly surrounded. “You’re going to have to shut the hell up. If wedidget married, I was drunk and it was a mistake. One we can take care of if you would just let me up.” When he failed to budge, her shoves turned to slaps. “Get off me!”

He shook his head and lowered until he was supporting his upper body with his elbows, rather than his hands. His chest crushed her breasts and his lips were less than an inch from hers. She felt a slight tremor rumble through her. She wanted to believe it was based on fear, but she was pretty sure it had everything in the world to do with arousal. He was pushing all her hot buttons with this caveman posturing.

Aaron had never taken charge of any aspect of their friendship, content to let her lead the way in all things. Feeling his power over her sent a rush of heat to every part of her body.

His eyes narrowed angrily and she felt a strange sense of pleasure at having knocked some of the damn annoying happiness out of him. “Our marriage was not a mistake and I don’t ever want to hear you say that again.”

She closed her eyes, his breath hot on her cheek. It was taking every ounce of strength in her body not to move her lips the little baby inch it would take to touch his. “Please be reasonable,” she said. “This can’t work.”

“Why not?”

She sighed. “We’re too different.”

“That hasn’t stopped us from being friends—best friends—for over twenty years.”

“There’s a helluva lot more to marriage than just friendship, sugar.” The moment the words crossed her lips, she knew she’d made a mistake.

“That’s right. There is.” He pressed his cock against her suddenly damp panties again. Jesus, she wished he’d stop doing that. It was all she could do not to invite him in and damn the cost.

“You know, you’re coming very close to losing that thing.” She wished the threat didn’t sound so weak.

“I wouldn’t mind losing it for a while—inside you.”

“Ugh.”

He laughed at her feigned disgust. “Last night you begged me to kiss you good night.”

“I was drunk.”

He moved forward slowly until their noses nearly touched. “Don’t you want to know about the kiss?”

“No, and you shouldn’t be bragging about taking advantage of an intoxicated woman. If my brothers were here, they’d kick your ass.”

“I don’t think there’s anything wrong with kissing a woman if she’s your wife and it’s your honeymoon.”

“Oh shit. We had sex, didn’t we?” She racked her brain, trying to recall some small part of the previous night. How could she sleep with her best friend and not remember it?

Aaron started to move his hips, rubbing his cock suggestively against her covered pussy. She fought to ignore how good it felt. He leaned closer, his breath scorching her cheek as his lips moved toward her ear. “No,” he whispered. “We didn’t have sex.”

Relief claimed her, but it was short-lived when his fingers twined in her hair and he directed her face toward his.

“And I still owe you the kiss,” he murmured a moment before his lips claimed hers.

Christ, claimed was right. Riley had never been kissed so passionately in her life. Aaron’s mouth moved over hers, demanding, taking, possessing. He pushed her lips apart, his tongue plunging into her mouth to explore. His fingers tightened around her curls, controlling her movements, putting her where he wanted her. Her brain wanted to resist but it was powerless to control her hyper-aroused body. The kiss seemed to last for hours and for a moment, Riley considered the fact she’d wasted years of her life kissing assholes while this champion kisser was standing next to her all along.

When Aaron finally pulled back, she was surprised to discover her hands were wrapped around his neck, holding him to her.

“Fuck.” She’d never felt so confused; so conflicted and torn. This was Aaron. This was wrong.

“Okay,” he said, and she laughed. She couldn’t help it. His goofy, good-natured attitude always managed to cheer her up.

“You’re incorrigible.”

“Does that mean we can have sex?” he asked.

“Can we wait until my hangover goes away? I really can’t think straight right now.”

He nodded, placing a quick kiss on the end of her nose. He moved back to her side, pulling her until her head rested on his bare chest. She wasn’t used to him being so controlling. She wished it wasn’t turning her on so much.

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