Page 36 of Fighting for Brielle
He nodded, fastened his helmet, and started the engine. Brielle’s arms around him and her voice in his ear boosted his confidence as he followed her directions. Justice drove without haste beneath black velvet skies dusted with twinkling stars because he didn’t want their time together to end. He couldn’t recall a day more perfect than this one.
All too soon he turned into Brielle’s driveway. He shut off the motor; they climbed from the bike and removed their helmets. Floodlights illuminated their faces as they regarded each other.
“Thanks for giving me the best day of my life to date,” Justice murmured. He took her hand and drew her toward him. “I probably should have asked you this last night, but since you didn’t slap me, I figured it was okay. May I kiss you good night again on the cheek?”
Her chest heaved and she expelled her breath. “No,” she answered. Her soft voice trembled. “I want you to kiss me like you mean it. Kiss me like my boyfriend would kiss me.”
Momentarily stunned by her boldness, Justice didn’t need any further encouragement. Wanting their first kiss to be special and tantalizing, his fingers traced her delicate jawline and brushed against her lips before he tilted her chin upward to meet his mouth. He nibbled, he tasted, then he molded his mouth to hers, reveling in its softness, its sweetness.
Justice increased the pressure as heat rose between their bodies, and Brielle’s arms crept around his neck and toyed with his hair. Her lips parted, inviting his tongue to slip inside her mouth. She moaned low in her throat as their tongues swirled around each other, and he drew hers into his warm mouth. His hands spanned her waist, holding her against him. Justice kissed her harder, sucking on her bottom lip. The frantic thrusting of his tongue deep into her mouth imitated what he longed to do with her in bed.
Afraid of losing control, Justice lifted his head and released her. Breathing heavily, he touched her cheek. “Get a good night’s sleep, Brielle. Training begins at five tomorrow morning on the beach. Sharp.”
Confused, a sexy haze in her amber eyes, she stammered, “Wh?what?”
“Oh, didn’t I tell you? I’m taking over your training. You have a slim chance of making it into SWAT without my help. You fight great, but you’re predictable. I anticipated every single one of your moves and was already five moves ahead of you. I’m going to teach you skills, Brielle, and believe me, Finnigan and the others won’t see them coming until you unleash them. I wasn’t kidding when I said I want to be there when you knock Finnigan on his ass.”
She let out a strangled laugh before she hurled herself against him and kissed him hard, fisting his T-shirt in her hands. Several long moments later, she looked up at him and smiled.
“See you in the morning, Justice. Sleep well.”
Sleep well?How could he when he couldn’t get their steamy kisses off his mind? Tossing back the covers, he went into the bathroom and took a cold shower. It reduced the heat in his body but didn’t help with his erotic dreams that night.
Eager to see Brielle the following morning, Justice gulped a cup of hot black coffee, gobbled a banana, and headed down to the beach. Jogging easily along the water’s edge, he saw Brielle already waiting for him as she stretched her muscles.
“Good morning!” he called. “Are you ready to get down to some serious work?”
“Absolutely, Chief. What’s first?”
He put her through a tough routine of calisthenics without any equipment. Afterward they ran side by side until Justice kicked up their speed. She ran fast, in perfect form, but his strides outpaced hers, and she soon lagged behind him.
Justice turned around, running backward, and yelled, “Pick it up, Sergeant!”
Brielle gritted her teeth, and with an incredible burst of energy, she caught up to him and kept pace with him for the duration of their run.
During their cool down, Justice asked, “What is your schedule like today, Brielle?”
“I have to report to my precinct and check in with my squad. After I get off duty, I’m going to the Main Street Gym.”
She’d showed it to him the previous day. “I’ll meet you there to continue your training.”
Brielle nodded. “I’ll text you.” She took his cell phone and programmed her number in it.
Unable to resist, Justice slipped his hand around her neck and leaned down to capture her mouth with his. After his erotic dreams about her, he couldn’t get enough of her and kissed her deeply, his tongue sparring with hers. Kissing her until they ran out of breath, he finally broke away from her.
“Stay safe, Justice,” she murmured, her eyes soft and luminous.
He could hardly tear his gaze away from her sweet mouth, bruised and swollen with passion.
“You, too. See you at the gym later, Brielle.”
Justice turned and jogged toward his house. Whistling his favorite tune, he showered and shaved, dressed in his uniform, and headed to the station.
Chapter 10
After roll call Justice met Officer Miguel Rivera, who’d been informed that he was riding with the chief today.
Rivera shook Justice’s hand, offering a friendly smile. “It’s an honor to be your partner, Chief.”
