I inchher back toward the dining room table as I deepen the kiss. I know I upset her. I fucking told her I’d been shot.
It was years ago, but the pained look on her face transported me back to that day.
I was cocky, inexperienced and unaware of my surroundings. I thought the uniform on my back and the gun at my waist would intimidate anyone enough that they’d step the hell out of my way.
The guy holding a handgun in my direction didn’t give a shit that I was a cop.
He just wanted his wife to stay.
She was standing ten feet behind him with a baby girl in her arms and a suitcase at her feet.
I tried to de-escalate the situation, but it was useless.
The bullet ripped through my shoulder and into the wall behind me. I heard another shot before it was over.
He threw the gun on the floor, took a few steps back and dropped to his knees when my partner, at the time, drew his weapon.
His wife shielded their baby in her arms in the corner away from the gunfire.
It was over in seconds, but the impact has lasted for years.
I pull back from the kiss to hold Matilda’s face in my hands. “Let me take care of you tonight.”
She only nods in response, her eyes searching mine for some reassurance that I’m fine.
The shooting feels like it was a lifetime ago to me, but to her, it’s fresh and vivid in her mind’s eye.
I slide my hands down to her waist before I pick her up and place her on the table on her ass.
She slithers forward. “Here? Like this?”
I kiss her softly. “Right here.”
Her eyes skim my face and body. “You don’t have a condom.”
“I don’t need one.” I kiss her cheek before my lips graze a path down her neck. “I’m not fucking you right now. I’m going to use my hand to make you come.”
She squirms in place. The red lace panties she’s wearing already wet from her need.
I tug her shirt over head and goose bumps crawl up her silky skin.
I lower my mouth to her left breast, plumping it with my hand before I take her nipple between my teeth and bite.
She lets out a yelp. “That hurt.”
“You liked it,” I say in a low tone. “It felt good.”
“So good,” she affirms in a moan. “You’re so good to me.”
I want to be. That’s all I fucking want right now is to be everything she needs me to be.
I take her other nipple between my teeth and lash it with the tip of my tongue. Her hand dips to her navel but I still it with my moan.
“It’s mine. It’s all mine.”
The force of my words makes her groan. “Jesus, Sebastian. That’s so hot.”
I inch my hand lower until it skims the waistband of her panties. I trace a path to the side, bunching the thin fabric in my hand before I tear it apart in one swift movement.
