Page 108 of Vicious Temptation

I bury my face against her neck, kissing and biting my way toward her shoulder as she matches every thrust with one of her own. Her free hand hooks around my neck, her nails scraping across my skin.

All I can think about is her. The sounds she makes, the way she feels around me, her tits bouncing with every thrust as she demands more, like there’s any fucking chance I could deny her.

I lift my gaze and take her in, wild and flushed beneath me, and that same possessive thought comes rushing back.

Mine.

Before she can guess what I’m about to do, I shift my weight, slip out, and flip her over. Remi gasps as she lands on her stomach and looks back at me over her shoulder.

“Hold on to the arm of the couch.”

Her eyebrows lift.

“Is that an order, Officer Braga?”

“Yeah, that’s a fucking order.”

Her lips curve as she reaches forward and wraps both hands around the arm of the sofa. “Then make it worth listening to.”

Fuck, she really does love pushing me.

I gather her hair into my fist and draw her head back toward me. That smile only widens. “You ever know when to quit?”

“Not when I’m having fun.”

I lean over her, bringing my mouth close to her ear. “Then hold on.”

Settling behind her, one hand still tangled in her hair, I slide my other arm around her waist and pull her back against my chest. A sharp inhale leaves her when I push inside, and I groan at the feel of her around me again.

She tightens her hold on the arm of the couch as I start moving.

“That all you’ve got, Officer Braga?”

I loosen my grip around her waist and guide her forward again until she’s braced against the couch. My palm comes down across her ass. Her entire body jolts as a startled moan slips from her, but that smile is still there when she glances over her shoulder.

“Was that supposed to scare me?”

I bend over her, bringing my mouth close to her ear. “No.”

“Good. Do it again.”

I give her exactly what she asked for.

Her reaction is completely different this time, half gasp and half moan. Her head dips, but when she looks back at me again, she’s still fucking smiling.

“You’re trouble,” I mutter.

“You like trouble.”

I fucking love this particular kind.

My hand slides around her waist as I press my lips to the back of her shoulder, trailing them toward her neck as she grows more restless beneath me.

There’s nothing left in my head except her. Every reaction drags me deeper into this. Every time she reaches for me or demands more, I want to give her everything I have until neither of us remembers why this was ever supposed to be a bad idea.

Her head turns toward me, searching for a kiss, and I meet her halfway. It’s messy and hungry, breaking when a moan slips between us.

“Don’t stop.”