She raised an eyebrow. “You sure about that? If so, go take a shower and go to bed. If not, then I’m a danger to the person you are supposed to protect, so you’d better pursue me and subdue me before anything bad happens.”
Chapter Fifteen
Luna
Hayes was right. I wasn’t going out on the town to stir up trouble. But I was banking on him not taking the risk. My gamble paid off as he stood from the chair and stalked toward me. “You are so much fucking trouble, you know that? You broke every single one of my rules, including ones I didn’t even know I had.”
“Yeah? And you’re so far up your own ass about rules and order that you can’t even let your guard down in a locked room. I’m throwing myself at you, and you’re saying no in case what? Rogue book fans form a mob and knock down the door?”
“Just stop.”
“What are you going to do about it if I don’t?” I took a teasing step back, and his eyes narrowed.
“Don’t play with fire, Luna.”
“I want to, though.” I took off running. My last-second decision was no match for his training, and I found myself facedown on the mattress with his weight pushing against my back. I could feel his cock hard behind the cool metal of his zipper. “Very impressive, I can use that for one of my cop characters.”
He leaned further into me, his breath ghosting over my ear. “Would it be a good cop or a bad cop?”
I bit my lip. “If I say bad, will you touch me?”
Instead of answering, he pulled his belt from his pants in one quick motion, put my two wrists behind my back, and secured them together. “You okay with that?” he asked softly.
I nodded, excitement dancing through my veins at the feel of the soft leather around my wrists. Like before, it would have been easy to get out. It was about the fantasy not the restraints.
“Strip search,” he said. My heart fluttered as he ran his hands over my back and dragged my panties down my thighs. He moved his weight off me until he could pull the flimsy fabric all the way off. Then gave me a playful nip on my ass cheek with his teeth before returning to standing.
Rather than touch me as I hoped, he turned his attention to unhooking my bra. “Just need to make sure you aren’t hiding any weapons in here.”
“Oh, are we still pretending you’re arresting me?” I asked.
“Anything to protect my client.”
“I think the best way to protect her would be to get naked.”
“Smart-ass,” he said. I watched him over my shoulder as he pulled his shirt over his head.
His chest looked like a very pervy sculptor had carved it. Strong, chiseled, and infuriatingly close. No doubt a combination of training, gym days, and whatever it was that cowboys got up to in their spare time.
A lazy grin tugged at his mouth when he caught me staring. “See something you like?”
I sighed. “Not sure, might need a closer look. Take the rest off first.”
“Demanding,” he said as he brought his hand to the waist of his jeans and popped the button. He pulled the zipper down, then shucked his jeans, leaving him in a pair of black boxer briefs that were tented at the front.
I sucked in a breath. “Rule whatever-the-hell, Hayes must be naked at all times.”
He laughed, then his boxers hit the floor, and I took him in from head to toe…okay, from base to tip.
Being a romance writer, I have described a lot of dicks in my life. Normally, I made them as big as I could since readers craved that horse-cock vibe.
While I wouldn’t be sending Hayes to the barnyard based on what he was packing, nature had definitely done him a favor. He was long and thick, uncut and hard as steel. More importantly, he was all mine. For tonight or forever, I didn’t know, but right now I was ready to celebrate my victory of having him lower his guard by riding him into the sunset.
He gripped my waist in his big, strong hands and flipped me onto my back. My legs parted automatically, and he moved between them. The weight of his body pressed me into the mattress, and he kissed me with renewed purpose. He tasted faintly of coffee, and his soft lips were demanding against mine. “I’m going to taste every inch of you,” he said, moving his lips to my jaw, then down to my neck.
His neatly trimmed beard tickled while he sucked my sensitive skin into his mouth. My hands were trapped beneath me, but I watched the muscles of his back dance and move as he worked his mouth over my skin.
I tightened my legs around his waist, bringinghis hard cock to rest against my stomach. He teased first one nipple, then the other, with his tongue before moving lower. “Yes,” I said, before he had even settled between my thighs.
