Page 61 of Tough Justice

“About to come?”

“Yeah,” he agreed, grinning. “Right about there.” He urged her back on the mattress until she was lying down. His hands rested on either side of her head as he braced himself over her. For a long moment, he didn’t move, didn’t speak, just looked down at her as if he were absorbing every facet of her face. He stroked her ponytail, rubbing the strands between his fingers. Gently, he pulled out the elastic tie, freeing her hair. “Much better.”

Impatience had her pulling him down on top of her.

“I don’t want to crush you.” The expression of concern on his face tugged at something that hadn’t been tugged on in quite a while—her heart.

“You won’t.” She raised up to plant a kiss on his mouth. “I like the feel of you on me. In me.”

Her breaths came quicker as his gaze shifted to her breasts. He kissed the soft mounds, sending a delicious arrow of sensation directly to her core. In excruciatingly small increments, he began sliding her bra straps off her shoulders and down her arms. Finally, her breasts lay bare to him, her nipples jutting out sharply. He flicked his gaze from one breast to the other and swallowed.

The waiting was too much, and she made it known by surging her hips upward until her bare mound contacted his denim-covered erection.

“I can’t wait to taste these.”

Then do it. Please, just do it!

He lowered his mouth and sucked, flicking her nipple with his tongue until it was impossibly harder. Waves of pleasure shot to her core as he pushed her breast deeper into his mouth. He shifted to her other breast while plucking at the nipple he’d just laved so lovingly with his tongue. “So, so sexy,” he murmured.

Tori pulled his head tighter to her, sifting her fingers through his thick hair. She wrapped her legs around the backs of his thighs, desperately grinding herself against him. She’d never felt so wanton and carefree. “Deck,” she moaned.

“Yeah. I’m right there with you, baby.” He stood and whipped off his polo shirt then pulled up one of his pants legs and unstrapped something from his ankle. A holster. Apparently he was no longer on the rubber gun squad.

He set the holstered weapon on her side table then deftly shucked the rest of his clothes. After she’d gotten over the shock of not realizing he’d had a gun on him this whole time, Tori could swear she stopped breathing. All she could do was stare.

A smattering of dark hair arrowed from his muscled chest, down his ridged abs, and from there, to his thick length and long, powerful thighs and calves. Deck’s body was a work of art. Or science, or physiology, or…whatever. For a man, he was beautiful.

“Please tell me you’ve got another condom somewhere in this house,” Deck said.

“Um. Yeah.” She licked her lips. Condom. Get your brain back online.

Tori leaned over and yanked open the bedside table drawer. It had been a while since she’d had sex in her bedroom—or anywhere else, for that matter—but there should be one or two tucked away in there.

She rummaged around in the drawer, mercifully finding a condom. Deck held out his hand, but she tore open the wrapper herself. “Come here,” she ordered.

Deck chuckled as he stepped closer. “Yes, ma’am.”

He groaned as she rolled on the condom then pushed her back down to the mattress. His fingers were warm as he ran them up her thighs. “Your skin is so soft. I could lick every inch.”

That would be nice. Her belly quivered as his fingers sifted through the thatch of curls between her legs. Yes. That was exactly where she wanted him next. His fingers were replaced by his long, thick erection. Then, he was there, pushing inside and stretching her slick walls.

She grasped his ass, pulling him in deeper as their hips met again and again, faster and faster until she cried out, letting her head fall back as the orgasm exploded inside her.

“God, baby.” He pumped faster, then thrust once more, throwing back his head and groaning. For several moments longer, he held himself that way above her before lowering his forehead to hers, his body still shuddering. Eventually, he rolled off her, draping his arm about her waist and tucking her against him.

Tori smiled against his chest, completely taken by surprise at how wonderfully sated she felt, how…happy she was. It had been a long time since she’d experienced this kind of caring intimacy. Being a doctor, she believed in physical chemistry. She and Deck had it in spades from the moment they’d met, she realized, but somewhere along the line, it had become so much more. At least, she thought it was more.

Deck was exciting, exhilarating, pushing her boundaries in ways she could never have imagined and never would have done on her own. He was intelligent and funny. On the outside, he was tough, kicking in doors and taking prisoners. Beneath that rough exterior was a fiery passion that could make her body scream for his touch. But there was another part of him that she’d only just now gotten a glimpse of. The part that could make love to her as if she were the most beautiful thing in the world to him.

Despite everything between them, she cared for Deck, more deeply than she ever would have thought possible.

Whatever this was between them, she didn’t want it to end.

…

Deck nuzzled his chin against the top of Tori’s head, smiling as her hair tickled his lips.

Without realizing it until now, it struck him that she’d become the first thing he thought of when he woke in the morning and the last thing on his mind when he hit the sack. Those kinds of thoughts didn’t normally enter the picture for him. Not because he hadn’t cared about the women he’d been with. It was because his job always came first.