Page 51 of Color of Love

“Shush, honey. You’d better let the professionals handle this.”

She was only too happy to let him take control. He stroked down her spine, over her ass and pulled her nightie up and dabbled with the edge of her panties.

“I’m not even going to ask why you’re driving around wearing only this, I’m just grateful,” he groaned, pressing his pelvis into her harder. He palmed her cheeks, then stroked down the outside of her thighs before running his hands up the inside and cupping her sex.

“God, you’re so wet already,” he husked. She moaned as he stroked a finger over the material covering her, and her head dropped forward between her outstretched arms. He kicked her legs apart and she heard him moving then his head was between her legs. Her breath hitched in her throat in anticipation. Was he going to use his hands? His mouth? Were they going to have sex, finally? Please God let us have sex!

He placed gentle kisses to the cotton-covered globes of her ass, nibbling her cheeks through her panties before he buried his face between her legs. His tongue licking her through the material. She swayed on her feet from the pleasure and moaned loudly, the sound carrying through the quiet night, and she gripped the hood of her car tightly.

His tongue stroked her harder, the cotton grazing her sensitive bud in the most amazing way, sticking to her flesh. He ran his hands up the backs of her thigh and gripped her ass, pulling her into his mouth harder, she leaned into each stroke until she was nearly riding his face.

He worked a hand under the edge of her underwear and slid a finger inside her. She cried out, clenching around him. He pulled her panties to the side and stroked his tongue over the heart of her.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” he growled, and ate at her again. She reached down between her legs and gripped the back of his head, rolling her hips into his mouth, desperate for release. She was so swept away by the sensations she forgot they were on the road in the middle of the night. He continued to lick and suck at her center, while his fingers slid in and out of her, causing little whimpers to leave her throat as her climax neared.

“Please, Blake,” she moaned, and he grunted in approval. He sucked her clit hard and her orgasm slammed into her with fierce intensity, her cries echoed through the night. As she stood there, trembling from the force, he placed soft kisses to her thighs, before standing and turning her to face him, wrapping her in his strong arms. She reached to cup him, but he tilted his pelvis away from her.

“This wasn’t about me,” he said, and she stared at him. This was becoming a theme for him, giving her what her body needed but not taking anything for himself. It was too sweet, but she wasn’t going to stand for it anymore. She rubbed herself against him, feeling him hot and hard in his jeans, the material abrading her bare skin.

“Why won’t you let me please you?” she asked, rolling her hips against him again, gripping his shoulders to steady herself. She leaned up and fit her lips to his throat and sucked. He swayed forward slightly, his eyes fluttering closed and when she arched against him again, he met her halfway with a thrust of his own. His eyes shot open at the contact, molten silver entrancing her.

“Soon,” he promised and then took her hand and drew her around to the driver’s side door of her car. He bent down and placed a chaste kiss on her lips.

“You scared me,” she said, changing the subject.

He smirked down at her. “I’m sorry about that. But, didn’t you teach me that everything is heightened when our emotions are engaged? You’re welcome.”

Dammit, she had.

He patted her ass. “Go on, get to your sleepover.”

She squinted at him. “How did you know that’s where I was going?”

“Because Dean’s a little gossip queen,” he laughed. It took her a moment to tear herself away from him and that smug grin on his face.

“I’ll escort you, make sure you get there safely,” he said. She nodded and got in the car. It’s just as well she didn’t have far to go, her legs were like jelly after that orgasm. Diabolical man.

She drove off and true to his word, he followed closely behind her and when she pulled into the parking lot of the bar, he waited until she went inside Taylor’s. Just before she walked in at the door, she turned back, and on a whim, blew him a kiss. He didn’t respond but she could have sworn she saw a big, goofy grin on his face as he drove off.

*

Blake slammed shut the file he was reading and pounded his fist on the desk, hard. Pain shot through his hand. The previous sheriff had been a no-good dirty cop. A nasty piece of work and Blake was frankly pleased he was no longer around. He was resisting the urge to dig up his corpse just to kill and bury him all over again.

“You okay, boss?” Jim said, poking his head around the door, his kind face pinched with concern.

“Yes, thank you Jim,” Blake tried to smile, not wanting to worry the old man. Jim fixed him with a look that said he didn’t believe him but was good enough not to openly call Blake on his bullshit.

“You heading off?” Blake asked.

“Yeah, the book club should have disbanded by now,” Jim sighed.

“Do they meet at your place?”

“Oh yes, every Saturday afternoon. Hil loves hosting and I don’t mind, whatever makes her happy, but this book they’re reading…” He clucked his tongue, a scandalized look crossing his face. “Fifty shades of something or other. It sounds like absolute filth, you should hear them tittering over it like teenagers!” he cried with indignation and Blake wiped a hand over his mouth, concealing his smile.

“I had to step out for a few hours,” Jim’s cheeks turned pink. “Anyway, Hil’s been having cooking lessons with Justine, and I can’t wait to see what exotic treat we’re having tonight, it’ll be muy calienté!” Jim winked and this time Blake couldn’t stop his chuckle, mainly over Jim butchering Spanish.

Blake clearly wasn’t a very good detective as it wasn’t until Jim’s words registered that he realized that Jim was married to Hilda, Justine’s secretary. The knowledge that these two, kind-hearted, good-natured people had found each other and spent their life together warmed Blake’s cold heart.

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