And how the masculinity rolled off him in unseen waves that had her body suddenly crying out with need.Oh momma!
His eyes dropped to her mouth and his gaze clung there, for just a moment, until they headed south, then back to her lips.
He liked her lips.She’d seen him gaze at them a lot, as if he wanted to kiss them.
Strangely enough, right now, she was too tired to fight the temptation and that promise of passion—struggling to remember the last time anyone had touched her.
But this was Porter.They shared a house.They worked in the same police station.And she could write ten volumes listing out the reasons why he was so wrong for her.Why he’d break every rule on her Not-to-Love List.But right now, she couldn’t even remember a single rule she’d written.
When his eyes came back up, she felt their touch, from her boots, up the legs of her jeans, over her hips like a cool ghostly caress that ran along her arms, through to her chest that heaved harder for air as she hugged the blankets tighter, then up to her neck, her tingling lips, then up to her eyes.
Holy hotcakes—his eyes.
The hunger in his eyes was real.Dark.Incredibly intense.Like he was the hunter, and she was nothing but the prey.
And she liked it.
She leaned towards him, as if drawn by a magnet.His nose brushed the side of hers.She lifted her mouth to his, closing the distance as their breaths slowed, only to hover as if suspended in time.
‘Amara…’ His voice was thick and husky.But to hear her name rolling off his tongue turned on that needy tap that exploded through her chest.It was such a turn-on.And all he’d said was her name.
‘Yeah no—’ She never got a chance to finish what she was saying, not that she remembered a word, or reason, or had any common sense left.Not when his lips crashed against hers.And how her fingers hungered to trace along his lean muscular lines and hard ridges of heat, skin, muscle, and male.
It was like her sanity had now escaped into the free world on the other side of the prison bars, leaving her inside this cell, suddenly free from rules and regulations, where broken barriers allowed her inhibitions to roam wild.
Their lips meshed and his rock-hard thighs were against her body.Along with his broad torso and more hard muscles, it created a primal blaze of appreciation to warm her all over...It was beautiful.
When his hands clapped hard on her backside and his long fingers splayed firmly to lift her, she was flying.His knees pressed between her legs, stopping her from falling, yet pinning her to the wall.Her legs wrapped around his body, and she kissed him harder, as if he were the air she needed to breathe.
Under her shirt, his thumbs started crossing the boundary of her soft bra, grazing the side of each breast.
Just the shape of his masculine hands, made her chest rise and fall faster and heavier, as he fondled her chest.Never had she been so completely entranced by a man’s hand moving over her body, making each breath in her lungs heave with heat and want for more.
Pushing her up against the cold wall, he pressed his lips to hers more strongly, interrupting her thoughts in one hard, punishing kiss.She was helpless to fight against him.Except to yank him in closer where her lips moved frantically against his, burning her up in a way she’d never been kissed before.It was like she was at war and loving it.
She’d completely forgotten where she was.
Raking her fingers through his hair with the need to make it messier, she wanted his uniform messy.Hell’s bells—Amara wanted to get truly, completely, and totally messy with him.
Ruled by the power of passion, she forced his shirt up.She wasn’t leaving him with any choice.
But his hand captured her wrist, and he pulled back from kissing her.‘Are you sure?’
For a moment she paused, that dance along the line of doing the right thing, being the good girl, the responsible girl.The always polite, perfect girl, doing what’s right for the family-name kind of girl.
For the first time, she was booting that girl outside this cell to finally unlock her hidden wild side and set it free.
She gripped the sides of his face to drag him in closer.‘You have two seconds to get those trousers down or I walk.’
‘Not on my watch, Montrose.’The buckle of his belt clinked, and the utility belt hit the floor with a hard thud.The sounds of the teeth from his zip magically made her mouth water.
Her fingers may have fumbled on the buttons of his shirt—but his were sure, as he slid her shirt off her shoulders.Leaving her to admire those strong veins in his hands and how they dragged down to her breasts, squeezing, caressing them out of her bra cups, while his hot mouth teased the vein in her neck.Then somehow, he’d cleverly brushed off her bra straps where it soon became nothing more than a mess of discarded lace on the floor.
His head dropped to take turns to pull each hard nipple between his sinful lips, while his hands kneaded, tugged, pulled, teased and caressed her mindless.She struggled to stand, or justify how the feel of his mouth on her body was both new and familiar all at the same time.
She was losing her soul and her sanity.Yet, why had she denied herself this pleasure for so long?
‘Condom?’
