Page 52 of Lust
I subscribe to the highest standards of honesty, integrity, fidelity, and honorable behavior.
I will not condone the actions of those who would use dishonest means.
It screamed at him from the back of his mind. He shouldn’t be in love with this woman. She represented everything he fought. He was a lawman because it was the furthest thing from his father’s brutality. He swore he would do better. Be better. If he gave in to this, it could be the first crack in his hard facade, the first step down the path to becoming the beast he descended from. But all he could focus on, all his body wanted, was the implacable woman turning pliant in his arms, for him. Desire was a heady drug working its way through his system. Finally. After decades. She was his.
He pushed his code aside and then pushed Liza firmly against the wall of the pool. She let him. She let him push his tongue into her mouth and drive deep. She let him put his hand to her breast, squeeze, plump, and roll the nipple. Her resounding moan into his mouth made him harden even more.
She let him take the lead.
The notion blanked his mind. He pulled back.
“Liza… how many times have you been with a man?”
“What the fuck?” She grabbed his hair. “We’re kissing, and you bring up shit like that. Do you hear me asking about your scorecard? I’ve had plenty of men, just none I never, you know—”
A stupid grin stretched his lips as he pressed them against hers. He slid his hands around her firm waist and tugged her close. A delirious swell of pride hit him. He would be the first to show her true pleasure. To bring her to blissful oblivion. He liked that idea. A low, possessive growl rumbled in his throat. All this time he’d been torturing himself with images of her with other men, but it made no difference. He would be her first in pleasure.
He shouldn’t be this happy about it.
In his fantasies, she’d been the one who’d taken charge. She’d walk into his room dressed in lacey lingerie and then cuff him. She’d climb on top and use his body, and all he could do was submit because she was the one who came tohim. She wanted him, not just the other way around.
But he liked this more.
With mouths entwined, and fingers roaming each other’s hot, slick skin, Joe shifted Liza back toward the steps of the pool. He lifted her to sit on the ledge, spread her legs, and fit between them.
The water had turned her crop top transparent. Two dark nipples touched the surface of the white fabric. He lowered his mouth, took one in, and sucked. She arched into him with a muttered curse that left her squirming.
Satisfying.
Another smile stretched his lips. He moved his attention to the other side, suckling and paying homage to her perfection. She was so responsive, so ready, and so long overdue. Her legs tightened around his waist. Cold air brushed their skin, but he ignored it. Nothing would get him out of this pool, or off this roof. Not unless it was with Liza in his arms.
She speared his hair with her fingers and held him steadfast to her chest, but he resisted. He moved down her stomach, licking, tasting, getting bolder with every moan and whimper she made. He swirled his tongue around her belly button, then kissed lower—to the top of her soaked white panties where he kissed her mound, reveling in the high-pitched mewls she made, the writhing, the tightening of her thighs around his head. And when she pulled his hair sharply on a reflex of rapture, he tugged aside her panties and worked her slick center with his tongue. He gave her pleasure until she crumbled. Until he felt her release against his lips. Until she shouted his name to the star-filled sky.
Breathing hard, she collapsed back against the cold tiles. “Holy Jesus Jehosefu-uckChrist. I can’t believe Ieverthought you felt no lust.”
He should probably have said something witty, something she would remember until her dying days, but all he could do was push himself out of the water, and climb on top of her.
“I’m not done,” he said, and fitted himself between her legs.
Awe shined back at him, and it was too much. Unreal. A dream. An echo of some unnamed emotion beat in his chest. A voice. An oath. A code.
“...eventually you’ll bruise the people closest to you.”
He shook his head with a jerk.
No.He’d been waiting his whole damned life for this.Don’t think about your father. Don’t think about your job.Not now. Sweet, fucking hell, not now.
Two fingers smoothed the groove in his brow, and for a beat, she contemplated his anguish, seeing right through him. Then he buried his face in her neck. Inhaled her. Groaned. She reached down and lifted his shirt. The moment she touched his skin, there was no more doubt. There was only her.
“Undo my belt,” he rasped.
She fumbled with the fastening. He tugged her panties down. All the way off.
She was a goddess. Built from divinity. What had she said? Genetically modified perfection. And he was going to appreciate every inch.
The belt unbuckled with a metallic tinkle. She wrapped her fingers around his erection, tightened her grip, and stroked. “You like this?”
Christ. He squeezed his eyes shut and nodded. Sensation coursed through him. He couldn’t move. Couldn’t think.
