Jessica shakes her head before leaning down.
Her lips brush against mine, but what starts as a soft kiss quickly turns heated. My hands reach for her hips to steady her, but she grabs them, intertwining our fingers as she nips at my lip.
A low groan comes out of my lungs as her tongue slips into my mouth, tangling with mine. She pushes me against the mattress, her body pinning me down as we kiss. Her hips roll against mine, the sweetest of temptations and the biggest torture possible.
“Jessica, baby, what are you doing?” I ask, breaking the kiss, our panting breaths mingling together.
“Getting your attention.”
“You always have my attention.”
And she does.
Dammit, she just has to walk into the room, and my gaze will find her.
“Hmmm…” She presses her lips against the side of my neck, and I can feel tingles run down my spine. “That’s not the kind of attention I’m talking about.”
“Then, what kind of attention are you talking about?” I tilt my head to the side, our noses brushing.
Her fingers skim my cheek as she closes the distance between us, her lips whispering against mine, “This kind.”
Jessica’s mouth presses against mine in a heated kiss, her hips shifting slightly. The friction is just right; my cock nestled between her thighs.
I grab her hips, a low groan coming out of my lungs. “Trouble…”
Seriously, this woman will be the death of me.
Her fingers land on my stomach, gripping the hem of the shirt and lifting it over my head. Breaking the kiss, I raise my arms.
“We really shouldn’t be doing this,” I protest, my words muffled by the shirt. “You’re hurt.”
She tosses it to the side, her fingers interlocking with mine as she shuts me up with her mouth. “I’m fine.”
“You were in the hospital.”
She pushes me back, and I comply, leaning against the headboard.
“A month ago.” Another kiss. “I. Am. Fine.”
She nips at my lip playfully, a smile blooming on her face, before her mouth slides over mine.
I’m so lost in our kiss, so lost in her, it takes me a moment to hear it.
A softclickechoes in the room, and it takes my brain a heartbeat to process the sound, just in time for anotherclickto fall in place.
“What the hell?”
I try to move my hands, only for a sharp bite of metal to dig into my skin. “Jessica, where the hell did you get these?”
The little minx grazes her teeth over her lower lip. “I might have snatched them from your duty belt when you weren’t watching.”
“Seriously? I should…”
My words trail off when I spot the amusement dancing in her irises. “Arrest me?”
“You would want that, wouldn’t you?”
She wiggles her brows. “I mean, I guess it depends on what my punishment would be.”
