Once she’d made it clear it was what she wanted, Billy had put her in that car like he wouldn’t take no for an answer. Which was fine by Sorrow. She had zero intention of telling Billy no to anything.
Not much time had passed since their first kiss, but Sorrow realized now just how long it’d been since she’d known deep down that she wanted to be with Billy. This was it. Tonight would be the night. Their night.
She’d wanted him for a while now, and after tonight’s scare, she needed him. Needed to feel his strong body surround hers, to be safe in his arms. She needed to experience that feeling she knew when she was with Billy—the sense that she was no longer in it alone.
He drove them to his house. Her bag, their coats, his keys…everything dropped to the floor the moment the door slammed behind them.
Billy w
as such a man’s man, so in charge, and she’d barely gasped in a breath when he brought his mouth to hers. Her body exploded to life, every nerve, every inch of her wanting more from this kiss, deeper and harder.
Her hands roved eagerly along his body, fingers catching over foreign bits of his uniform. His belt, his cuffs. The newness of him turned her on in a way that startled her, excited her.
He unbuckled his belt, keeping his mouth on hers. Finally he pulled from her, and she heard the clatter of his gear where he put it on the entryway table. He was back at once and twined his fingers in her hair, tilting her face to lay kisses along her cheek and down her throat.
Oh God, he was good. But his hands, she wanted more of those hands. She’d never been good at the sexy banter, but she spoke now in a voice she didn’t recognize, words coming from some unknown wicked part of herself. “You gonna frisk me, officer?”
His husky, sexy laugh sent a shiver rippling across her skin. “I’m going to do more than that. ” He took her shoulders in his hands and stepped forward until his body was hard along the length of hers. His leg pressed against her leg, guiding her backward.
“What are you going to do?” Her voice was weak—she couldn’t catch her breath for the fire burning inside her.
He unbuttoned her top button, guiding her back another step. His head rose from where he’d been kissing her neck, her ear. His eyes were dark with intent. “I’m getting you naked. ” He nuzzled her neck again, popping another button. “You can stop me. ”
They went back another step. He popped another button.
“I can,” she said breathily. She tangled her fingers in his hair, guiding his mouth lower. “But I won’t. ”
“That’s a good thing. ” He undid a third button, and cool air kissed through the lace of her bra. She sucked in a breath at the sensation, every inch of her skin pulled tight with desire. “I’ve been thinking about this moment for some time. ” He swept a thumb over the peak of her breast.
She hissed in a breath. “Me, too. ” She took another step back as he undid her last button, and her shoulders touched something hard—the doorjamb stopping her. She savored the feel of cool wood against her burning flesh.
His broad hand cupped her breast, kneading her and teasing her with his palm and thumb. He reached around her. Opened the knob. “Care to see my bedroom?”
Sorrow did. Though there was something she needed to see much more than that—his chest, bared again. She tugged his uniform shirt, untucking it from his pants. “Take this off. ”
“You got it. ” Billy swept her onto the bed, and she gave a little bounce as she landed.
She never knew she had a cop fantasy until experiencing the sight of a broad-shouldered sheriff stripping just for her. Legs parted slightly in a commanding stance, he stood over the bed, his eyes hooded and dark with hunger, swiftly unbuttoning. His gaze was unwavering. His desire, unwavering.
She’d enjoyed sex before, but never had she felt wanting like this. It seared her, set her body on fire. “I want you, Billy. ” She slid her jeans down to midhip, very aware of the sliver of black lace she revealed. “Now. ”
He practically ripped the rest of his clothes off and was on top of her, kissing her, touching her. She writhed with need, and he snatched her one hand, and then the other, twining his fingers with hers, sweeping her arms up over her head to give him unfettered access. “Is this what you’ve been hiding under those sweaters?” His mouth teased through the damp lace of her bra, sucking and nibbling her. “You’re so hot. And now you’re mine. ”
She arched her back, reaching her breast to his mouth, needing it closer, harder, more. “Get these clothes off me. ”
“Yes, ma’am. ” He slid his hand behind her back, flicked open the clasp of her bra, and tossed the black scrap of lace onto the floor. Her jeans and panties followed, his movements exhilaratingly confident and sure.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling herself up, and him down, longing to feel his naked body press against hers.
When their skin touched, he hissed in a breath. He shifted, holding the brunt of his weight off of her. “You’re so perfect,” he whispered.
She raked her fingers through his hair, kissing along his collarbone, up the strong column of his neck, to his jaw. Stubble scraped her tongue, and the erotic sensation amped her lust to a fever pitch. “Me? God, Billy, you. ” Desire made her weak, and she slid her hands from his hair to steady herself, grasping his upper arms, and moaned when her fingers met smooth, hard muscle. “You’re rock hard. ” She gave a breathy laugh, realizing her double entendre, because another very hard part of him was an undeniable pressure against her leg. She wriggled beneath him, inching her hips closer to his, beckoning. She teased, a purr in her voice, “Rock hard. ”
“Condom,” he growled, rolling from her. He was back on the bed in an instant, intense, focused, breathless. “I’ll take more time…”
“No,” she interrupted, guiding him to the perfect spot. “Now. ”
“Now. ” He plunged into her. “And again,” he snarled with a thrust of his hips. “And later. And more. And forever. ”