I stare at it. That T-shirt. The layer of cotton hiding what I want to touch.
She cracks her eyes open, and a heartbeat later, she startles. “Are you watching me sleep?”
“How are you feeling?”
Another yawn. “What time is it?”
“Early. Just before eight.”
She tilts her head, scanning my uniform with tired eyes. “Are you going to work?”
“Soon. Any… headache? Nausea?”
Sitting up, she tips her head one way, then the other. Another small stretch, a little shuffle of her hips, as if testing her body, searching for a hint of a hangover. Then she smiles.
God, she’s fucking beautiful in the morning. Or maybe I’m just horny. I don’t know. The way the sun’s hitting her, shining on her dark hair, lighting up that pretty face. It would be a hell of a sight to wake up to.
“I seem to be hangover free,” she says.
“Ah, to be twenty-six again.”
Her lips twitch. “Can’t quite drink like you used to?”
“The amount of tequila running through your veins last night would have put me in a coma,” I tell her. “So… you’re feeling fine? Not gonna puke?”
“What do you care? Your couch is all busted up anyway.” She smirks. “You should think about buying a new one.”
“Icare,” I grit out, “because I’m gonna need you to spread your legs for me. I’d rather you not feel like you’re gonna throw up while you do that.”
Her lips part and a loud breath escapes her. Then she shifts against the couch, her thighs squeezing together. “You… what?”
The base of my spine tingles. Fuck, I need it. Her pussy on my mouth, her taste on my tongue. I drop to my knees. “Your legs, Grace. Open them.”
A Cheshire smile crawls across her face. “Now who’s the one begging?”
“You will be in a second.”
“You’re in uniform.”
“Do I need to take it off?”
“No. I think I like it.” She gives me a cheeky grin. “Big bad Officer Decker all dressed up.”
I sigh. “Don’t make me ask again.”
Slowly, she leans back against the cushions and parts her knees.
But before I can press my lips to the fabric covering what I’m about to eat, she slaps her palms to my cheeks and jerks up my face.
“No, Linc. That’s not where I want you.”
“Grace,” I growl, my blood pumping in my ears.
Laughing, she points to her stomach. “You can start here.”
With a deep exhale, I oblige, kissing the spot she’s pointing to. It’s not a delicate kiss. It’s wet and hungry. Greedy. Forceful. I kiss her stomach like I plan on kissing her pussy.
I’m going to fucking devour her.
