“Is it working?”
“Yes. Now, shut up.” His hands gripped the edges of her sleeveless cotton blouse and ripped it open.
She jerked against him but stopped trying to fight him. When his hands tugged her shorts down her hips, and the lacy scrap that passed for underwear with it, she mewled.
Then he was on her, inside her, shoving his perfect cock deep. She was already hurtling high and hoping like hell the phone wouldn’t ring and pull her away, because she thought that just maybe he’d do it. Bring her body to orgasm.
But suddenly, something else started to happen inside her. Something that sucked away her breath, her will, left her quivering and shaken because she couldn’t break free of the grip of whatever it was thrusting straight inside her chest and mind. But the pressure in her chest couldn’t compete with his luscious assault further down her body.
His cock stroked steadily, so fast she couldn’t lift her hips to meet the strokes, could only tilt upward to give him access as he slammed inside. Her pussy clasped around him, trying to hold him, but he was too fast, too strong. Moisture seeped from inside her, drenching his cock, her thighs, the crease between her buttocks as he hammered on.
She watched him strain above her, his cheeks darkening, his lips pulling away from his teeth in a feral snarl. Then a dark heavy curtain fell over his eyes, like a crocodile’s eyelids, covering the golden brown of his irises and the gleaming whites. She saw herself reflected in the fierce black lids, saw her mouth gape in horror as she catapulted over the edge of the precipice, her body shuddering in the throes of an orgasm so strong, she knew it wasn’t just a dream.
She screamed—and suddenly she was awake. Alone in her bed, with her legs splayed, her body damp with sweat, and fluids leaking into the warm sheets beneath her.
* * *
Gillian woke again around mid-afternoon, feeling groggy and disoriented. Then she heard it—a knock at her door. She jackknifed off the bed and groaned, surprised by the delicious ache between her legs. She grabbed her robe from the back of her bathroom door and headed to the front door.
She opened it before she peeked through the peephole. A mistake.
Officer Hedron stood on her stoop, wearing sweatpants and a tee that stretched tight around his bulging biceps.
Not something she wanted to notice after her torrid dream. “How’d you know where I live?”
He smiled. “It’s a small town. A cousin of a friend was your realtor.” His gaze swept her face, the thin robe, and the bare legs beneath it. “Thought you might like to stretch your legs. Go for a run.”
Part of her daily routine, but she usually preferred running alone because it was quiet time for her. The endorphins it produced allowed her to zone out, meditate, gain her bearings and her center. If she ran with this guy, she’d be ogling muscle.
Why couldn’t she get sex out of her mind?
“I don’t know,” she said. Trying to get her mind to work, but she was still sleep-fogged.
He stepped closer, raised an eyebrow, and she stepped back, letting him inside. “Like what you’ve done with the place,” he murmured.
She snorted. She hadn’t done a thing with the living room. Hadn’t even thought about furniture. Her bedroom had been the first priority. Before she had the chance to take that thought back, she imagined his body, so wonderfully defined by the soft material clothing his muscled frame, naked an
d stretched across her sheets. She could do worse. If the taut, rounded buttocks were any indication, he’d be a powerhouse.
She tried again, her hand still gripping the doorknob. “Maybe another day.”
He turned back to her and lifted his hand, gently closing the door. “Get changed. I’ll wait.”
She liked the way he offered that gentle command. Because she sensed it wasn’t something he did often. Be gentle. Especially with a woman. Her hand closed the gap in her robe atop her chest. Her heart beat hard. She had to get some space between them or the arousal still thrumming through her body from her dream would explode, and she’d be all over him.
“I’ll be back.” She hurried to her bedroom, slammed open drawers, and drew out a miniscule pair of running shorts, a baby tee, and socks. She’d be giving him an eyeful, but maybe that little bit of exhibitionism would take care of the reckless emotions surging through her.
After she pulled on her shoes, she headed back to the living room. He hadn’t moved from the spot next to the door. His eyes widened on her, and she saw a telltale stirring of his sex against the soft material cloaking it, before she dropped her gaze.
“So where do you want to go?” she asked.
“How about we start in your neighborhood and see how far we go?”
She gave him a curious glance, but if he’d meant it as an innuendo he hid his agenda well. With a shrug, she opened the door. As soon as they stepped onto her drive, she took off.
He let her set the pace, keeping up easily.
“Sorry if this is slow for you, but you’ve got the advantage here,” she said glancing down at his longer legs.