Page 11 of Heat of Justice

“Now, what will you do?” Quinn teased, already naked and facing her on her knees across the king-size bed.

In reply, Lia licked her lips, lunged forward, and brought her down in a rough tackle. Before Quinn had time to retaliate, she pressed her leg in between her thighs and pushed upwards. The result had Quinn seeing stars and moaning out loud.

“Mm,” Lia purred. “Tough cop that you are, you do squeal like a girl.”

“I do not,” Quinn laughed.

“I beg to differ.”

“No, I think you just want to— mmm…”

Lia flashed a mischievous smile as she captured her mouth. The move sent another spark of heated tingles between her legs that made Quinn forget her own name, let alone other words of argument. As the exchange turned slower, languid, she gave up trying to regain control.

“Are you going to behave now?”

Lia’s warm breath, like a caress against her ear, made her shiver again.

“Yes,” she murmured. “I surrender.”

With an erotic chuckle, Lia whispered a satisfied ‘Good’ and then resumed the kiss. Quinn stopped moving. She stopped thinking. She focused only on the exquisite sensation of her wife’s talented hands skimming all over her, sparking desire on her skin, expertly stoking her arousal until she was struggling to breathe.

chapter 5

Quinn was the stoic type. Never the sort to complain about any-thing that happened to her, whether on the job or otherwise. She absorbed the shocks of life with seemingly perfect equanimity and kept going. Only Lia knew the price of that control. Now she lingered over muscles made so tight that there was no way it wasn’t painful. She caressed her lover, focused on undoing all the nasty tension she could feel under her skin. She used her hands, her fingers, her lips, and her tongue to soothe and enthrall at the same time.

“Lia…” Eyes closed, Quinn whispered her name.

“Yes.” Lia found her already wet and swollen, but she knew how to make the pleasure last.

Quinn groaned when she fingered her clit, and sighed when she started to stroke her.

“Let me—”

“No, letme.” Lia tightened the arm she kept folded around her neck as Quinn attempted to roll over on top of her. “This is all for you now. I want you to relax.”

“I just—”

“Sshhh.”

Lia flicked her with her thumb, making her jerk, laugh, and fall back against the pillows.

“Okay,” Quinn conceded. “But be careful.”

“Or what?”

“I’ll explode.”

“Not yet, you won’t. Not until I let you.” Lia breathed low against her ear, and once again, she relished the way the tight, muscular body shivered in reaction.

A much better kind of tension. Quinn watched her intently, eyes blue and feverish. Lia knew every nuance in her gaze, when to hold back and when to push. She brought her up slowly but no less surely, watched these eyes gradually lose their focus, and Quinn obviously fight to stay in control. Lia grew wet against her thigh at the knowledge that she could take it all any second she wanted to.

“I wanted to punch him, you know.”

Lia had just pressed her fingers over the swollen length of her, but she eased off a little at the words.

“Wilson?” she prompted.

“Yeah. When he told me about the suspension, I wanted to hit him square in the jaw.”

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