Irresistible Force by D. D. Ayres

remember his weapon. He reached behind his back, found the gun tucked into the holster at the small of his back. He pulled it out and reached as far away as possible to tuck it barrel down between the cushion and the arm of the couch.
    He saw her eyes widen as she followed his actions, and when she looked again at him, there was a question there. He’d seen the question before, in other women’s eyes. Some were excited by the fact that he carried a gun. Others found it a complete turnoff. He couldn’t gauge Shay’s response, only that she had one.
    After a second she looked down.
    Operating strictly on autopilot, because his head was now definitely in his pants, he leaned forward and whispered against her ear. “Shay?”
    “What?” She looked up at him. Those autumn eyes of hers were smoked by desire but her expression was now guarded.
    “We can stop right here.”
    Caution turned to misery, the sexual flush in her face fading. Her response wasn’t even a question. “Don’t you want to?”
    Hell yeah! his dick demanded.
    His head told him not to give in to the urge to lick the drop of sweat streaking into the deep cleft between her breasts. White cotton had never looked so naughty as it did cupping her breasts. As it was, his zipper was going to leave teeth tracks in his shaft if he didn’t release it soon.
    He cupped her face in his hands and lifted her face up so that she had to look at him. “I’m there. If this is what you really want.”
    Shay didn’t want to think about want . She could only feel. And what she felt was the frantic feminine need to screw the balls off this man. And that frightened her.
    She closed her eyes. This was stupid! Another mistake! But she’d made so many, what was one more?
    When she looked again she saw the expression of a man ready for sex and hoping like hell he was about to get it.
    James went perfectly still under her glare, his cock throbbing in insistent need in time with his heartbeat.
    She did not move away. The warm damp seat of her panties pressed against his groin. The heat of her crotch caressed his dick through his jeans. It was a risqué position for a woman who a second ago was about to screw him six ways from Sunday but now looked like she wanted to extract his tonsils without administering anaesthetic.
    Shay reached down between them and brushed her hand with slow deliberation across his turgid fly. “This is not any rescued-damsel-in-distress thank-you bullshit. Okay?”
    “Got it.” The only distress she seemed to be in was over the decision of whether to throttle him or screw him. By the expression on her face, the outcome was still up in the air.
    She wriggled back on his thighs so that she could fold her hand over the thick length of his dick beneath his jeans. “It’s just a one-time thing. So don’t be a bastard about it later. Okay?”
    “Okay.” He grinned. She had chosen to screw him.
    When she leaned in to kiss him again, he decided to take further decisions out of her hands. He caught her by the waist while his other hand slid up under her hair and cupped her head to hold her still under the sensual assault of his kisses.
    Shay yielded control, concentrated her attention on the in-and-out motion of his tongue between her lips. Kissing had never felt better, sexier, hotter.
    As her mouth opened wider under his, James began a slow grind, his engorged cock rubbing insistently against her through the barrier of their clothing.
    After a moment he slipped a hand between her thighs and pushed aside the crotch of her panties then sank a thumb deep into her hot juicy wetness. Desire doubled with a jerk of his dick. He’d give her the best he could manage.
    Shay whimpered as he parted the wet silk of her lips with his fingers. Her body shuddered, grinding her sex against his hand, frantic for release and afraid it would be snatched away too soon. It wasn’t.
    She couldn’t catch her breath but it didn’t matter. She didn’t need to breathe. She