I started out slow, pumping my hips back and forth, knowing she loved the buildup. Her fingers raked my back. Our lips fused, bodies molded together, creating one movement.
Her touch was a sword, slicing me open and exposing the parts I didn’t want anyone else to see. The parts of me I only wanted to show her.
I gripped the back of her head, twisting her long, brown locks tight around my fingers. “You going to come for me?”
“Yes,” she cried out, falling apart beneath me, digging her nails deep into the skin of my back.
Dipping my hands lower, I curled them around the bottom swells of her ass, using my fingers to spread her wider, loving the feel of my cock sliding in and out of her.
An appreciative moan fled from her trembling lips. “You love that, don’t you? When I touch you like this?”
“God, yes.”
“I know you do. I know exactly what you like. What you need.”
I would never call myself a jealous man but the thought of anyone else touching Cassidy was enough to push me over the edge.
An uncontrollable urge washed over me, forcing my thrusts deeper. Fire licked down my spine, pooling in my balls as I fucked her harder and harder. I wanted to climb inside of her. Brand her. Make sure anyone who ever touched her again knew I’d already been here. I was going to ruin her for anyone else. I knew that made me a selfish asshole, but I didn’t care.
She was trouble. Trouble in my life. Trouble in my heart.
But trouble never felt so good.
***
Cassidy slept soundly as I dressed, her soft chestnut hair fanning the stark white sheet. I tried not to think about the feelings stirring inside of me. I didn’t want to give them a name, but I knew what they were. I’d spent hours inside of her last night, trying to fight them off, but they were still there when I woke up this morning.
Stronger than ever.
My heart clenched as I took a seat next to her on the edge of the bed. She was lying on her stomach, arms curled around the bottom of the pillow cradling her head, her scent lingering like a lifeline between us. She looked so innocent, so sweet, and for a moment, I’d almost forgotten about the cruel world that waited outside.
I pushed a few strands of hair from her face.
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t falling for her. But falling for her wasn’t the problem, keeping her was.
Her eyes fluttered open, a smile stretching those perfectly shaped lips. That smile was like confetti. It had the power to make even the worst day a little fucking brighter.
“You’re up early,” she muttered in a sleepy voice.
“We need to head out soon.”
“Where?”
I stood up and reached for my gun on the bedside table, holstering it to my hip. “I have to go to work.”
Shifting, she sat up in bed. “But you promised me you wouldn’t leave me alone.”
“I’m not leaving you alone.” Twisting my wrist, I checked the time. “My friend Mike is going to look after you. So I need you to get up and get dressed. He’s expecting us soon.”
Jerking the covers from her naked body, she got up from the bed and pulled her hair in a ponytail then put on a pair of clean panties from her bag. “I don’t need a babysitter, Reid. I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself while you work.”
I pulled her ass back down to the bed and she went down with a huff, straining against my hold. Straddling her waist, I pinned her arms above her head, bringing my mouth to hover just above hers, invading her personal space like I owned it. “What I really want to do is lay you down with nothing but the sound of my name on your lips.” I ran my nose along hers and she gasped at the contact, nuzzling her soft face with my scruffy one.
I released her arms, pressing my hands to the mattress next to her head. “So who is this Mike anyway?” she asked, peering up at me.
“He was my partner when I used to patrol.”
She smiled and it damn near undid me. “So you do have friends.”
