“You only saw what you wanted, Ness.” My breath ghosts over her neck, and her skin pebbles as she whimpers.
“What about the other night? I let you—” My teeth nip at the exposed skin of her shoulder, making her gasp.
“You let me all right,” I taunt as my palm slips under the hem of her shirt and across the toned skin of her stomach. “You let me all night long.”
“I was mad.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Frustrated.”
“Course.” Her hands clench into fists and then release, like the nervous energy coursing through her body needs somewhere to escape.
“Nothing wrong with a couple of orgasms between friends,” she breathes out as she arches her back, my thumb grazing the underside of her breast and nothing more.
“Are we friends now?”
“I already told you I like you,” she hisses like it’s the most awful thing that could have happened to her.
“Yeah, well, I’d like you a whole lot more than just naked in my bed every night.”
“You know I can’t give you that,” she whines, but it’s breathy and needy like she believes the words as much as I do.
“Why?”
“Because you’re going to want feelings and emotions and I amleaving,Jensen, and I can’t give you all that wholesome crap you want.”
“What’s that have to do with you bein’ in my bed, Nessa?” I ask, running featherlight touches over her nipple, my cock close to punching straight through the zipper on my pants.
“Your mom is in the kitchen, Jensen. Not very becoming of a sheriff…” Her words trail off as I lick and nip my way up the column of her throat. “Dammit, either get me off or?—”
She doesn’t get a chance to finish before my lips are on hers, the battle for control immediate even as she bucks against my hold and pushes her tongue into my mouth.
My palm moves down her stomach to cup her between her legs.
“Don’t make a sound,” I demand against her lips as I slip my hand under the waistband of her shorts and panties, swallowing her gasp as I sink one finger inside her. “Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sheriff,” she taunts defiantly, knowing that it grates on me as much as it turns me on.
“You’re going to pay for that later.”
“Am I?” she asks innocently even as she grinds her clit against the heel of my hand. I add a second finger, pumping and curling them as her head falls back against the wall.
“You’re so fucking tight, but I love how wet this pussy is for me.”
“How do you know it’s for you?”
“That’s how you want to play it?”
Dropping her wrists, I start to pull my hand out of her panties. It’s a bluff, but underneath the haze of lust, I know I’m angry too.
Nessa fists my shirt, twisting the fabric and pulling it toward her, but I don’t move. “This is me, Jensen. I push until one of us breaks.” She rolls her hips, using me with her eyes locked on mine. “I’m frustrated and needy but I’m always wet foryou.”
“While you’re in this house,” I say, pumping my fingers and crowding her with my body, “I get to be the only man who sees you like this—desperate and bratty and fucking begging.” I grab her other hand and put it on the bulge in my pants. “My dick is the only one that gets to be inside you.” I thrust into our hands and she moans. She’s so damn close.
“Jensen.”
Increasing the pressure on her clit, I curl my fingers, watching as her chest rises and falls and feeling her pussy flutter with her impending orgasm.
