Page 59 of Tough Justice

A muscle in his jaw flexed. “Yeah,” he answered, his voice low and husky. “But not for food.” Still, he remained motionless. This was her party. He was waiting for her to make the first move.

So make it.

As if in a dream, Tori watched her hands as she reached for him.

…

The second her hands contacted his chest, he moved, crashing his mouth down on hers and banding his arms around her back.

He tangled his tongue with hers, sweeping inside her mouth, trying to absorb her sweet scent and taste into his body.

She clung to him, their bodies pressed together from toe to head, and still, it wasn’t enough. He skimmed his hands up the side of her rib cage, grazing her beautiful breasts. A soft moan escaped her lips, the vibrations of which traveled straight to his groin. They were like two halves of a combustion engine, and he was about to explode.

She tugged his shirt from his jeans, running her hands up and down his bare back, scoring his skin with her nails, and damned if he wasn’t shaking.

Reluctantly, he tore his mouth from hers, dropping kisses along her jawline. “Bedroom,” he heard himself growl, only that wasn’t his voice. It was the voice of a barely contained animal.

“Um,” she sighed, dropping her head back and giving him better access to the soft, creamy skin of her neck. “Down the…hall.”

That was all the direction he needed.

He clasped her bottom, hauling her against him and feeling just how smooth the backs of her thighs were beneath that sexy little pink skirt.

She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, putting his aching erection right where he wanted to be. He made it four strides when his mind blanked out and he spun, pressing her back against the wall and kissing her with everything he had as he ground himself against her.

“Ah, Tori,” he muttered then hiked her skirt up to her waist. When he slipped his hands beneath her wet panties, his fingers found the hot, silky wetness of her folds.

“Deck.” Her chest heaved, mounding her breasts beneath the thin pink fabric. “Touch me,” she moaned. “Please. More.”

He pushed two fingers into her and groaned from how wet she was. He’d bet she tasted just as sweet down there, too. As he pumped his fingers in and out, she undulated her hips, driving herself harder and harder against his hand until her breaths came in short gasps.

“That’s it, baby. Come for me. I want to feel you come around my fingers. Do it, baby. Do it now.”

She uttered a sharp cry, the back of her head banging against the wall as her body bucked and shuddered around him.

He caught her mouth again in a deep kiss, trying to extend her orgasm as much as possible. Watching her like this…he was about to come in his pants.

Breathing hard, she fumbled between them and unsnapped the button on his jeans and pulled down the zipper. When she slipped her hand beneath the snug cotton of his briefs, he threw back his head, gritting his teeth as his body tightened. Then she cupped him, squeezing gently.

Holy sh—

If she didn’t ease up and fast, he’d lose it in his jockey shorts. He backed away enough to lower her feet to the floor, but she only cupped him harder, moving her hand up and down as much as his jeans would allow.

“Tori, don’t! Stop!” He smacked his hands on the wall on either side of her shoulders, throwing his head back as his body shook with the Herculean effort it took not to come.

“No,” she whispered, pushing the waistband of his jeans and briefs lower and taking his cock in her hand.

Oh, man.

Sanity returned enough for him to grab his creds wallet from the rear pocket of his pants and whip out a condom that was old but not too old. He shoved the wallet back in his pocket and tore off the wrapper. With Tori still stroking him, his balls and cock tightened more than he thought possible. His fingers were clumsy, but somehow, he managed to roll the condom over his raging erection.

“Hurry,” she said in a throaty voice, digging her fingers into his scalp. “Hurry!”

Yes, ma’am.

He reached under her skirt and grabbed the edges of her panties, yanking them down then deciding for the more expeditious route and ripped the thing in half, tearing the fabric from her legs.

As he clasped the backs of her thighs, she hiked up her skirt again, practically jumping into his arms. In one long, smooth stroke, he entered her, pushing until he was balls-deep inside her hot, wet channel.