Her skin was sensitive. Everywhere the shower had hit her, everywhere she’d brushed her soap-covered hand had caused a jolt. It was like every nerve ending had been turned on, but someone had forgotten to switch her off.
And the way she ached. In places she never had before. She smiled and turned off the water. It was a feeling she knew she could easily get used to.
“Ma’am, I’m going to have to ask what you’re doing in here.”
Georgia jumped, giggling when she saw Jimmy’s reflecting in the mirror. He was wearing a patrol hat, a towel, and nothing else. “Officer Jimmy,” she batted her eyelashes. “I had no idea the snow patrol was on duty.”
He grinned and pulled the hat off his head, running his hand through his hair almost bashfully. “Just wanted to make sure you hadn’t gotten lost.”
He wanted to make sure she wasn’t hiding again. That she didn’t regret what they’d just done.
Why was it she could read them all so well? She’d never been like this with anyone. This aware. This in tune. “I wasn’t lost, but there’s no way you could be sure I wasn’t up to something.”
His brow furrowed and she winked, fiddling with the fabric of the loosely tucked in towel wrapped around her body. “Not unless you search me.”
His eyes darkened with understanding, and he licked his lips. “My searches are known for being thorough.”
Georgia dropped her towel, knowing he could see everything. “I have nothing to hide, Officer.”
He dropped his hat. He took a step toward her, hesitating as he looked over his shoulder before closing the door to the bathroom. “I wouldn’t be so sure about that, ma’am. Put your hands on the counter and spread your legs. Slowly now. Don’t make any sudden moves.”
Her arousal was already dampening her thighs. Just hearing him speaking in that tone. Knowing she had to submit to him. That she wanted to. Loving that, just like Chris had his secret fantasies about playing Doctor, Jimmy had the same desire to play Sexy Cop. Which was a good thing, because ever since she’d had him in her mouth, she’d been wondering what he would feel like inside her.
She bent over, spreading her legs and placing her hands on the bathroom counter for balance. Then she wiggled her bottom expectantly.
Jimmy groaned. “I could bring you in for being a tease, sweet Georgia. After what we just did in there, I’m wired too tightly for you to play with me.”
“But I want to play, Officer.” She bit her lip. “Aren’t you going to frisk me?”
He came up behind her, ripping his towel off his hips and letting it drop beside hers. That’s when she felt it. Hot and hard and long against her back. He definitely wanted to play.
He cupped her softly hanging breasts. “You are a bad girl, Georgia. You know how I know? Because every time I close my eyes now all I can see is you sucking my cock. How greedy you were. God, it was a beautiful thing to watch. But I still wanted more.”
She watched as one hand left her breast and slid around behind her, caressing the curve of her ass. “I wanted to be in here.” His hand continued to roam until it slipped between her legs, feeling the wet heat there. “I wanted to be in here.”
He pressed his lips to her temple. Leaning over her and covering her hands with his. “Even after I’d come, I wanted to get inside you. It doesn’t make any sense.”
She knew the feeling. She pressed her bottom against him, spreading her legs farther apart. “Come inside,” she whispered, watching Jimmy’s big body shudder at her words.
He lifted one hand and reached to open the drawer beside her hip. He rummaged through it, stopping to say, “Thank you” before pulling out a condom.
Georgia bit her lip so hard she tasted blood. Yes. Again. How could she want more already? They’d created a monster. “Please, Jimmy. Hurry.”
He swore, his usual calm command suddenly seeming to desert him. He placed a firm hand on her shoulder and met her gaze in the reflection. “You are hell on my control, Georgia.”
He pulled her back against him with his hand while his hips thrust hard against her. She cried out, then covered her mouth with her hands, her elbows the only things holding her body off the counter.
Jimmy bent over to whisper in her ear as he continued his slow, long, powerful strokes. “That’s right.” His words were short bursts of air, matching his thrusts. “You don’t want them to hear. You want me to fuck you. Just like this. Hard. Deep. Don’t you, bad girl??
??
She nodded, loving the way he controlled her body. Loving the roughness.
He smiled. “Jesus, they’re right. You are fucking perfect, aren’t you? You love this.” He slung his hips against her so hard the counter rattled and she saw dark spots in front of her eyes. She did love it. Heaven help her, she seemed to love whatever they did to her.
Her sex clenched around him as she felt the first waves of her climax. Her body was primed now. Ready for pleasure. Jimmy swore. “I wanted this to last longer.”
His hips rocked against her, faster now as she moaned and buried her face in her hands. So good. He felt so good.