Page 35 of Trigger's Temptation

Only him.

I slowly open my eyes, shaking off the last tendrils of sleep. It’s been a long time since I have been able to sleep more than an hour or two, but in Trigger’s arms, I did. I roll over, and something shifts in the corner of the room and catches my attention.

“Shit.” My hand flies to my racing heart. “Carter, you scared the crap out of me. Why are you sitting in a dark corner?”

I sit up, pulling the sheets with me. I’m still naked from earlier. “Where are my clothes?”

Trigger stands without saying a word and walks to the side of the bed. He turns on the lamp, casting the room in a soft glow. “Ididn’t want to wake you, Little Kitten.” He sits on the edge of the bed, his eyes darken as they roam over me. “When was the last time you slept?”

“Does it matter?” I ask, raising the sheet higher. “Why are you sitting in the dark?”

“Don’t hide from me.” He leans over and tugs the sheet down my chest, revealing my bare breasts. A low rumble of approval comes from the back of his throat, and my pulse quickens.

His lips descend on one tight peak, and I groan, threading my fingers through his hair. His mouth is hot and demanding, sending fire straight to my core.

“Oh, God.” The words slip from my lips.

Trigger releases me with a slow, torturous drag of his tongue and rises. His body hovering over mine. The sheet and his clothes are the only barriers between us. I spread my legs, giving him room, desperate for more. He captures my mouth in a deep, consuming kiss, making me squirm beneath him.

“We don’t have time to take you to heaven, Little Kitten,” he murmurs against my lips, “but I will get you close enough.”

Trigger kisses his way down my body, pulling the sheet with him as he goes. When his tongue and fingers find their mark, he sends me over the edge, his name a broken cry on my lips.

By the time we make it to the shower, I should be spent, but one touch, one look, and I’m bending over, my palms braced against the cool tile.

“I thought we didn’t have time for this,” I ask with a moan as Trigger drives into me at a punishing pace.

“Kitten, there is no way I’d be able to concentrate on what we have to do if I didn’t take you now.” His voice is a deep growl against my skin as he drives into me.

A tremor wracks my body as my orgasm takes me, and he follows right behind me.

We climb out of the shower and dry each other off. I want him again, but I know I have to put a lid on my libido. I’ll never get anything done if I don’t.

Once we’re dressed and my hair is braided down my back, Trigger pulls me into his arms. The contentment settling in my chest is foreign but welcome.

Then his voice turns serious. “Listen, we need to talk.”

I stiffen. “Seriously?” I pull away to give us some distance. My good mood is shattered, and I’m pissed. “Let me guess. You don’t want anyone to know about the fact that you fucked me and gave me multiple orgasms through the night? You want this to be ourdirtylittle secret so word doesn’t get out you’re fucking a cop?” I snort. “No, wait, I got it. You’re embarrassed because of what I do so no one can know…”

Trigger silences me with a hand over my mouth. “That’s not it at all. Are you going to listen instead of jumping to conclusions?” I glare at him but nod my head.

He sighs and points toward the door. “Everyone out there knows how I feel about you. They know I’ve been fighting this for a while, and they don’t care. They don’t give a fuck if you are a FED, they don’t care if you’re the fucking Queen of England. They will only care if you hurt me.”

His words land like a punch to the gut. When he pulls me back into his arms, I go willingly, guilt creeping in, and tears spring to my eyes.

“I’m sorry,” I murmur. “I’m shitty when it comes to trust. You’re going to have to give me grace.”

“And I react first and ask questions later,” Trigger says with a small shrug. “We’ll work on it together.”

I nod. “So, what’s the talk for?”

“We think we have a lead.” His tone shifts, all business. “Bones is pulling up one of the Club Bunny, Georgia’s, LKA. We need to be ready to move as soon as he has it.”

Excitement flares through me. “My hunch played out?”

“My hunch played out?” I ask with excitement.

“Oh, it gave us the lead we were missing. Capone is pretty impressed.”

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