White. I respect the men and women who can do it, but the stuff you deal with day in and day out…” He shook his head, his expression dark. “It was starting to wear on me, so when Harrison offered me a job, I took it.”
She thought there might be a little more to it than that, but wasn’t going to push. “So you were in the Corps six years, with the police department for two and Red Stone for six… How old are you exactly?”
The corner of his mouth curved up, the grin so ridiculously sexy it made butterflies take flight in her stomach. “Thirty-two.”
“Hmm, eight year difference. Not exactly robbing the cradle, but I think I might have to rethink this whole thing between us.” She kept her voice light, teasing.
He snorted and pinched her butt, making her yelp. “Think all you want, I’m not going anywhere.” Oh God, his voice dropped a few octaves when he said it, sending a shiver skittering down her spine.
She wasn’t exactly sure what he meant by that and she didn’t want to ask. Back in Miami he’d told her he wanted to take her out again, but that didn’t mean they were dating or anything more serious. And yeah, she was too chickenshit to ask him. Her dating experience was limited and if this was just a fling she didn’t need it spelled out for her now. She’d ask later, she told herself. Because right now she was feeling too relaxed to let anything ruin her mood.
When he suddenly rolled over, pinning her beneath him, she was glad she hadn’t asked. The feel of him stretched out over her was…indescribable. She ran her fingers over the muscles of his upper arms, stopping at his shoulders. The man was so built it was hard not to get hot feeling all that power beneath her fingertips.
He nipped her bottom lip teasingly, his breath warm against her face, his spicy scent a total aphrodisiac. As he kissed a hot path along her jawline, she raked her fingers down his back. Whatever he had in mind, she was game.
“I don’t think I got a good enough taste of you the first time,” he said in a dark whisper that sent a shot of hunger straight to her core.
His words left her speechless and heating up to scorching levels in seconds. She’d never had a guy go down on her before, but her female cousins had been right. It was amazing. This time she planned to taste him too.
She pressed against his shoulder, making him raise his head, those midnight dark eyes seeming to gleam against the backdrop of the Vegas nightlife. “I want to taste you first,” she said in a rush, sure her face was crimson. At least the room was dim enough to hide her reaction. She wasn’t ready for full-on sex just yet, not when things were still so new between them, something he seemed to understand without her having to say anything, but she still wanted to make him as crazy with pleasure as he’d made her.
He stilled, almost like a statue for just a moment, before he swallowed hard and rolled off her. She was under the impression that it was unusual for him to give up control like this, which made the whole situation even hotter.
“On your back, hands behind your head.” She attempted to make the statement as an order, but it came out more like a shaky whisper.
Which wasn’t a bad thing considering his eyes went pure molten. “Take off your shirt and I’ll do it,” he said after a pause. That edge to his words sent a shiver streaking up her spine.
Pausing for just a second, she did as he instructed. He’d already seen her naked and tasted her, but he still sucked in a breath at the sight of her. It did something crazy to her insides that she affected him like this. “Flat on your back.”
His eyebrows raised just a fraction, but he stretched out, showing off that gorgeous ripped body. Instead of straddling him right away she drank him in.
She should have gotten her fill in the shower, but her mouth was practically watering as she raked her gaze from the hard lines and striations of his chest and stomach
She thought there might be a little more to it than that, but wasn’t going to push. “So you were in the Corps six years, with the police department for two and Red Stone for six… How old are you exactly?”
The corner of his mouth curved up, the grin so ridiculously sexy it made butterflies take flight in her stomach. “Thirty-two.”
“Hmm, eight year difference. Not exactly robbing the cradle, but I think I might have to rethink this whole thing between us.” She kept her voice light, teasing.
He snorted and pinched her butt, making her yelp. “Think all you want, I’m not going anywhere.” Oh God, his voice dropped a few octaves when he said it, sending a shiver skittering down her spine.
She wasn’t exactly sure what he meant by that and she didn’t want to ask. Back in Miami he’d told her he wanted to take her out again, but that didn’t mean they were dating or anything more serious. And yeah, she was too chickenshit to ask him. Her dating experience was limited and if this was just a fling she didn’t need it spelled out for her now. She’d ask later, she told herself. Because right now she was feeling too relaxed to let anything ruin her mood.
When he suddenly rolled over, pinning her beneath him, she was glad she hadn’t asked. The feel of him stretched out over her was…indescribable. She ran her fingers over the muscles of his upper arms, stopping at his shoulders. The man was so built it was hard not to get hot feeling all that power beneath her fingertips.
He nipped her bottom lip teasingly, his breath warm against her face, his spicy scent a total aphrodisiac. As he kissed a hot path along her jawline, she raked her fingers down his back. Whatever he had in mind, she was game.
“I don’t think I got a good enough taste of you the first time,” he said in a dark whisper that sent a shot of hunger straight to her core.
His words left her speechless and heating up to scorching levels in seconds. She’d never had a guy go down on her before, but her female cousins had been right. It was amazing. This time she planned to taste him too.
She pressed against his shoulder, making him raise his head, those midnight dark eyes seeming to gleam against the backdrop of the Vegas nightlife. “I want to taste you first,” she said in a rush, sure her face was crimson. At least the room was dim enough to hide her reaction. She wasn’t ready for full-on sex just yet, not when things were still so new between them, something he seemed to understand without her having to say anything, but she still wanted to make him as crazy with pleasure as he’d made her.
He stilled, almost like a statue for just a moment, before he swallowed hard and rolled off her. She was under the impression that it was unusual for him to give up control like this, which made the whole situation even hotter.
“On your back, hands behind your head.” She attempted to make the statement as an order, but it came out more like a shaky whisper.
Which wasn’t a bad thing considering his eyes went pure molten. “Take off your shirt and I’ll do it,” he said after a pause. That edge to his words sent a shiver streaking up her spine.
Pausing for just a second, she did as he instructed. He’d already seen her naked and tasted her, but he still sucked in a breath at the sight of her. It did something crazy to her insides that she affected him like this. “Flat on your back.”
His eyebrows raised just a fraction, but he stretched out, showing off that gorgeous ripped body. Instead of straddling him right away she drank him in.
She should have gotten her fill in the shower, but her mouth was practically watering as she raked her gaze from the hard lines and striations of his chest and stomach
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