The corner of his lips lifts with a half-evil, half-promising smile. “Good girl.”
“I’m not.” I glance at him from under my lashes.
“Oh yeah?” he asks, taking a slow step forward.
Somehow, his face changes. Scratch that, his whole posture changes and my idea of making him chase me suddenly seems even better.
“Tell me again about that hero complex.” He slowly advances on me, and I have the urge to flee just so he can catch me.
“Yeah?” I quirk a brow, surprised to see this side of Kenneth. The side I knew existed but didn’t think I’d ever meet. “I see how the whole town adores the sheriff. And how you let them all dictate your life.” I roll my eyes only partially from annoyance—the folks adore him, and he tries to live up to their expectations. Which are pretty high—they think he makes Earth move the opposite way and would get the moon if they asked. He doesn’t have time for himself because he’s too busy serving others. Serve and protect. He takes it to heart.
Maybe that’s why I’m so bent on cracking this shell. Old habits die hard, and Sheriff Kenneth Benson awakens my own hunting instincts that have always been dormant.
“Can you do that, Sheriff?” I continue. “Yes, I can,” I mimic his voice, making his lips twitch. “Can you help us? Here I am.”
Another twitch.
His eyes are trained on my face while his coiled body slowly moves toward me. His mouth is slightly ajar, and I can see the tip of his tongue tracing the edge of his top teeth. As if he’d love to taste my blood.
“Oh really, Josie?” He licks his lips. “What do you think when you see me?” Another step closer. “Do you want me to come and save you?” He tilts his head to the side. “Oh, you just want tocome? From my cock. Or my fingers.” His lips stretch into an evil smile. “Or both.”
It’s my turn to lick my lips feverishly. My skin starts burning. My fingertips itch to touch the scruff on his face.
“Because I can make you come, Josie.” Another step forward as my butt hits the table behind me. “I can make you come so hard, no one else will ever be able to replace me. You may even become addicted to my cock. Mine and mine alone.” His voice turns raspier. “Is that what you want, Josie?”
Swallowing hard because I don’t have anything to say, I’m thinking that I might have bitten off more than I can chew. Can I really handle a man like Kenneth? He seems like a goody two-shoes, but in reality, he is more man than Randy ever was. More man than any man I’ve ever been with. How can someone like me handle him?
“Why are you quiet all of a sudden?” The corner of his lips turns upward. “Are you scared, Josie? I don’t think you are.” His eyes move up and down my body and return to my eyes. “You know why? Because you, Josie, are a very naughty girl.”
I keep blinking, thinking about how this man is plucking every single word from my wildest fantasies.
“What is it about you that drives me nuts?” He touches my chin with his finger. “What is it about you that makes me forget every single responsibility, every single duty I have? That allows the primal side of me to take over, desperately wanting to fuck you senseless where you stand?”
Sounds too good to be true, but I don’t say it out loud. A lot of people promise, but they don’t deliver. Something tells me that Kenneth Benson can deliver.
“What happened to you, Josie?” He tilts his head to the other side. “Forgot how to breathe?” His voice turns downward sinfully.
“You wish,” I reply, trying to sound playful. In reality, I sound lost.
“What is it then?” he asks.
“I’m just thinking about what you’re going to do with all those promises.”
His smile turns evil. “Oh, you’ll find out soon enough.”
He takes the last step separating us. And now I’m caged between the table and his coiled body. I can feel his chest muscles pressing into my soft breasts. He brings his hands to either side of me, gripping the table by my waist. The motion brings him even closer. And now I have to lift my head to look him in the eye.
“Can’t wait,” I breathe out.
“Don’t be so sure.” His voice turns ominous. “You woke something up that was not supposed to be awoken. I don’t think either of us can handle it.”
He brings his hand to my thigh and starts kneading the muscles at my side, and I get lost in the feeling of his powerful hand on my body. I close my eyes, waiting for him to move his hand…
Right when common sense hits me with the reality of the situation, I push him away, suddenly feeling the pain and loneliness in the air around me.
“No.”
He stumbles back. His eyes are hooded, and his jeans look entirely too tight.
