Page 14 of Memphis Heat
Hot water streamed down over their heads, and she straightened, taking her time with the move, wiggling her ass invitingly.“Really, I had no idea.”
OK.So he was dense as a rock.“You had those fucking uniform pants tailored, didn’t you?”
“Hell, no.”Her grin was pure vixen.“I ordered ‘em two sizes too small.”
He groaned again, either at her comment or her hands as they wrapped around his cock, her fingers working shampoo into the coarse hair around its base and down over his balls.His shoulders hunched at the shudder that tore through them, and his hold on his sanity came close to shattering.“That’s not the only place that needs shampoo.”He was damn proud of how steady his voice sounded.
“Yeah?”She reached for the bottle and squirted some more in her hands, her tits scoring two lines up his chest as she stretched to reach the top of his head.“Hair down there’s longer.Should call you Buzz instead of Butch.”
Her nails scraped his scalp, and for a moment he forgot how to speak.“‘s not.”
“Snot?What?”
“‘s not a nickname.Butch.Mom was a Redford fan.”
“I can see that.Broad shoulders.Long legs.Tight ass.”Her hands sculpted him as she cataloged.“What’s not to love?”
He should have argued -- mentioned something about a face that looked like he’d been kicked by a horse at a young age -- but it’d been way too long since a woman had touched him, and longer since a woman’s touch had made him want to let go of his well-known control.
Maybe never.
Speaking of control… Butch picked Regan up and set her ass on the handicapped railing.“Last chance,” he warned her.“You want me to back off, say so now.”
“Back off?”Regan barked.“Back off?You’re an idiot, you know that?I’ve been trying to get you in my bed for the last three months.I’ve done everything but dance naked on your lap, and that was my next move, except I wasn’t sure you’d notice.”
He shook his head, bemused.“You haven’t picked up a pencil I didn’t notice.Why do you think I tried to get Cap to transfer you?”
“‘Cause I’m a screw up?”
He nipped her shoulder, harder than he might have if he hadn’t heard the hurt in her voice.“You were top of your class.”He kissed the point of her collarbone and traced that ridge across to her neck, laving the flutter of her pulse with his tongue.“If you were in another precinct I’d have asked you out before the ink was dry on your transfer papers.”
“Oh.”
He wasn’t sure if the sound was understanding, or her reaction to his tongue in the hollow between her breasts.He licked across to her left nipple and sucked it between his lips, clamping it there with his teeth, and flicked his tongue over the very tip, circling, then swiping over the tip experimentally.
Regan’s fingers flexed in his hair, not finding enough to hold on to.Her hands dropped to his shoulders, grasping now, digging in with all her newfound strength.“Ohhh.”
Yup.Definitely a moan.
Chapter Two
Butch sucked her nipple, hard, then let it go with a pop.Out of a sense of fairness as well as a reluctance to hurry, he treated the other breast to the same attention before he laved his way lower.He had three months of torment to make up for.Good thing it was a commercial facility.The water beating down on them wasn’t going to get cold any time soon.
When he dropped down between her thighs, Regan nearly toppled off the bar.He caught her and swung her knees up over his shoulders.She grasped the bar, white knuckled, her back arched against the tile wall as he spread her wide, admiring the view for a moment.She was shaved bare, or maybe waxed, not so much a delicate flower as a proud woman, her parts on display for his hungry eyes.It had been too long.Way, way too long.That was not going to happen again, he promised himself, before he proceeded to lick the length of her slit, circling her clit when he reached the top.
“Shit!”she screeched.She reached out with one hand, trying unsuccessfully again to pull at his hair.“Get up here and fuck me already!”
Answering meant letting go of the labia lip he was nibbling on, which he thought was just punishment.“I will.Believe me, I will.When I’m good and ready.”He darted his tongue into her tight pussy, dipping and tasting, then thrust in hard, jabbing the tip along the upper walls, searching for the spot that would make her writhe.
Writhe she did, her hands finally fisting his ears for want of a better purchase, yanking his head close against her nether lips.“Oh, fuck!Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
“Eloquent.”He laughed.Speech necessitated withdrawing his tongue, and she pulled harder, grinding her pussy against his face.Happy to oblige, he sucked her clit in, teasing and nipping, washing and then blowing dry.
“Ohh,” Regan moaned, her hips thrusting toward him with each lick, nearly losing her hold on her precarious perch.“Oh, God.Oh, God.I’m gonna come.Damn you, Butch, I wanted you in me this first time.”
He pulled back a little.Just enough to say, “Next time.”Because there would be a next time.And a time after that.This one was not going to get away.He buried his tongue in her pussy, slipping a finger between them to stroke her clit in time to the thrusts of his tongue.
Butch had known women -- his ex-wife, for one -- who made happy little cooing noises when they came.He’d told her once, under the influence of a way too liberating amount of alcohol, that she sounded a bit like a pigeon.Verbally abusive, according to her lawyer.
