Page 12 of Handcuffed Hussy
"Put on some clothes."
She grimaced and cocked her head to the side, hand back on her hip. "Excuse me? You come to my home uninvited, demanding I open my door, and then you think you can tell me what to do?"
I sighed and dropped my head, pinching the bridge of my nose. She had a point. "Bailey. Would you please go put some clothes on so I can concentrate enough to have a conversation with you?" I didn't bother looking up, knowing if I saw her in that get-up for one more second, I'd be throwing her down on her couch and ripping that pathetic material off her body.
She huffed loudly, then conceded. "Since you asked nicely..."
From my position, I saw her feet move toward a doorway, presumably to get clothes. I allowed myself to peek, instantly regretting it when I saw the backside of those shorts. They were even more sheer in the back, giving me an eyeful of exactly what junk she had in her trunk, as the young kids would say.
My fingers literally itched, wanting to reach out and squeeze her flesh. After adjusting the front of my jeans, I made a fist to keep my hands occupied. I needed a distraction, or she'd know exactly how much I wanted her. I looked around her living room, deciding to spy to pass the time before she came back in the room. As a detective that was how I spent my idle time: observing.
My eyes focused on her laptop, placed on the coffee table in front of the couch. It was closed, blocking any information I could have gained from it. The rest of the room was tidy, with little furniture. Two boxes were in the corner which made sense as I knew she'd only moved in about a month ago.
Two identical jackets were stacked on top of the boxes. I wandered over to them, curious as to why she had two of them, brand new and exactly alike.
"Do you mind, Detective?"
I spun around slowly, seeing Bailey back in the doorway with that black and red silk robe on. That was hardly better than what she was wearing before but at least I couldn't trace the outline of her nipples this time or see the small scar high on her left thigh.
"You know you can just wash these when they get dirty and not have to buy two of them." I hitched a thumb over my shoulder to the jackets behind me.
She quirked an eyebrow, a small smile playing on her face. "Thank you for the laundry advice. I really appreciate it."
I walked over to her, watching her intently, getting a thrill out of how fearless she was. So much attitude; in the way she walked, the way she held her body, even in the expressions on her gorgeous face. I knew I could be intimidating, and she held her own around me, no problem.
"Your mouth will get you in trouble one of these days, Bailey," I murmured to her when I was right in front of her, leaning toward her, our bodies only a few short inches apart.
Her wicked smile nearly brought me to my knees. "I'm hoping so."
Fuck this.
I was done ignoring her. I just needed to taste her. Wipe that damn grin off her face. Remind her who held the power here.
I reached out and slammed her against me in one rough yank. Before she could open that mouth and protest, I leaned down and claimed it with my lips.
