Page 56 of Cop Daddy Next Door

I stopped hopping around with my jeans halfway down my ass. “Music? We don’t need music.”

He cocked a brow in that annoyingly hot way he had. “Got something against it?”

“No, just don’t need it.” I sputtered out a laugh when he lit an incense cone in my sister’s backflow burner. “What are you doing?”

“You said no candles. You didn’t mention incense.”

I turned my back on him and kept getting undressed. He was not going to deter me with his faux romantic gestures. If that was even what he was trying.

Then he came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me from behind and nuzzled my neck. “You must’ve really dated some losers if music and an incense stick make you mad.”

“I’m not mad. Just we don’t need the fuss.”

“You sound mad.” He nipped the skin between my neck and shoulder. “I told you that turns me on, so it’s not having your desired effect.”

“No, it’s not. You’re not turning off the music or snuffing out the damn incense.”

His hands crept down to cup my ass, revealed by my lowered jeans. “Don’t like the smell?”

The scent held a hint of plum with a smoky darkness that made my head swim. “No, it’s fine. It just means—”

“Means we have a little more atmosphere than the front seat of my truck?” He moved around me, crouching to help take off my socks and shoes. Then he yanked my jeans the rest of the way off, nearly causing me to overbalance and topple to the floor.

“The truck had plenty of atmosphere,” I said once the giggles from my near fall abated. “The view couldn’t be beat.”

“Neither can this.” His big hands ran up my thighs as he fixated his attention between them. “Do you have some moral objection to me tasting you?”

THIRTEEN

I swallowed hard.“Not in the slightest.”

He didn’t hesitate. He slipped his fingers through my neatly trimmed curls, biting his lower lip as his dark eyes registered my wetness. He kept going, slipping into me so silkily I couldn’t breathe.

His touch bypassed my still sensitive clit, but he dipped his head, lowering his mouth until his warm breath teased my hyper-aware flesh. I shivered and he steadied me with his free hand before he made good on his tasting promise. He flicked his tongue over the tight bud before he licked his way through his slowly thrusting fingers.

I absolutely could not come again this fast. He would think he owned my body or something. As if he could look at me just right and I’d shatter for him.

Worst of all, he wasn’t far off-base.

I tipped back my head as he picked up speed, nearly toppling me again as he lifted my leg over his shoulder. “Hold onto me,” he demanded in a voice I barely recognized.

I did as he said because there was literally no way I could remain upright while he devoured me unless I gripped his shoulder. Then his neck. And finally, his hair, pulling roughly without checking my strength. He hummed against me while his fingers opened me up and destroyed me stroke by stroke.

I couldn’t keep from whispering his name. At least I hoped I whispered. I honestly wasn’t sure.

Then I was begging, pleading, and probably threatening him. His response? He lowered my leg and shifted back from me, wiping his mouth arrogantly. Audaciously.

“Get back here.” I gestured in case he didn’t get my meaning. “You aren’t finished.”

He shook his head, running his tongue over his teeth. “You’ll come when I’m inside you and not before.”

“What?”

He leaned forward to lick my inner thigh, humming again. “Not like you haven’t come already. I taste it.”

I hated that my body betrayed me by shivering as he stood and did that whole looming over me thing while he undid his jeans. The muscles in his forearm flexed powerfully as he undid the button and lowered the zipper, then pushed down the denim and his boxers, kicking them off with his sneakers and socks.

His cock was even more impressive in full light. Thick and long and capable of rendering my brain useless.

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