Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 80653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
“Thank you for escorting me home. But I’m fine now,” she utters in a whisper. Her body is trembling.
“It’s my pleasure, Baby Doll. Let me take you to dinner tomorrow night?” I respond.
He’s staring at me. A searing heat emanates from his body, which in turn has my own responding in ways I haven’t felt in a long time. Since I walked out on my ex fiancé, I’ve not wanted another man. The deceit I dealt with made sure I was on a sabbatical from anything with a dick. But, as Officer Brawley watches me, I find myself wanting it. Wanting him.
“I don’t even know your name.” I know it was a lame excuse, but with his eyes sparking with desire, I needed to say something to break the tension.
“Dane,” his voice rasps and I can’t stop myself from staring at his mouth. It’s perfect, full lips that quirk into a sinful smirk. A light dusting of scruff on his jaw tells me he didn’t shave this morning. “And you, little star, are Jasmine.” My name rolls off his tongue like an elicit promise.
“Well, Dane. You seem to know me and I don’t know you.” I place my hands on his chest and feel the rock hard pectoral muscles tense beneath my touch.
“All the more reason for you to join me for dinner. Or did you just want to get down to business and wrap those perfect legs around my shoulders while I feast on you?” He chuckles at his filthy words and unbidden they send a tingle to my clit.
“How many girls do you say that to on a daily basis?” He steps back and allows me space, which is welcome because I can’t think with him so close. Everything about this man is sinful. He’s pure sex. You know the kind of guy. The one who lights your panties on fire with a mere glance. But he’s also the one who could break my heart.
“Depends if they want me to say it to them or not,” he answers confidently and I have no doubt that he’s probably got a notebook full of phone numbers.
“And you think I want you to say that?” Crossing my arms, I stare at him, waiting for the smart-ass comment I know is coming, but he doesn’t give it to me. Instead, he leans in and growls in my ear.
“Baby Doll, you want more than to have me say it, you want me to show you. And I will. I’ll show you just how much I’ll enjoy eating that sweet pussy of yours. I’ll do it from the front, with your beautiful legs spread wide. Then I’ll do it while you’re bent over, and don’t doubt, I’ll tease that pert little ass too.”
Desire sparks through my body like lightning in the night sky. The chemistry between us hangs heavy in the air, but I don’t want to give in easily. My breathing is ragged, and I know he can tell he’s affected me.
“You, Officer Dane Brawley, are too confident. I’m not some easy lay, I’m no blonde bimbo. You’ll have to work hard to get between my legs, and even then, you’ll have to work harder. I know men like you and they’re all talk. I don’t drop my panties for filthy words and promises.” I push him back and stalk into the living room, needing the space between us because as much as I don’t want to admit it, I do want him. I want everything he’s promising.
Can I just have a sexual relationship? No strings. Just good hard fucking. Maybe.
Staring out at the city lights below, I feel his body behind mine. His hands grip my hips and he tugs me back against him. When I feel his warm breath on my shoulder, a shudder wracks my body. “You feel this…” His words trail off as his hand splays across my stomach. Warm and tempting. If he’d just move it lower. Fuck, Jaz. I haven’t been with a man in three months and it’s clearly affecting me.
“Dane.”
“Shhh, just feel it. Trust me.” Two words that pierce my heart. That’s what my ex said so many times. Trust. It’s not an easy thing to do. Not in my experience anyway. “Just let go.” Dane’s words are soothing as his hand dips toward the place I need him the most. Confident fingers find my panties and I know they’re wet because God this man has made me ache.
My head drops back and my eyes flutter closed. I feel like a brazen hussy as I allow this man to stroke me through the thin satin that covers my pussy. His fingers tease and taunt me but he never once slips a finger inside me. Or under my panties. Suddenly, he stops, stepping back and leaving me panting and cold.