Page 28 of A Little Taste

The floor disappeared.

The entire world disappeared.

All that existed was him and me and his unexpectedly soft lips brushing mine, pulling mine, nipping mine. I couldn’t breathe. I could only hold on to his shirt so I didn’t fall.

Until he lifted me off my feet, and I could feel how much he wanted me. His cock was so hard and long in his jeans, grinding against my clit through mine. I could’ve come right then. My fingers curled in his hair, and his beard scuffed my chin, my cheeks, my lips.

I imagine his beard scuffing my inner thighs, and my core tightens. Orgasm spikes in my veins as I imagine riding his face between my legs, large hands squeezing my ass, rising higher to cover my ribs, higher to my breasts. Another flash of orgasm makes me whimper, and the muscles in my core begin to spasm.

I traced my fingers over the hard planes of his abs…so sexy. Our eyes met briefly, and the storm in his raged furiously. His strong body held mine firmly against the wall, and I had to arch forward. I wanted his skin touching mine.

Then he said those words.

I let go as I imagine him not stopping us before it goes too far. I imagine giving in to these feelings. I imagine the two of us entwined, touching, tasting, letting the heat consume us. I picture his hands holding mine hostage above my head, the weight of his body pinning me against the door as he thrusts that massive cock faster, harder, while my head falls back.

His lips are on my nipples, pulling, sucking, and I moan so loudly. My back arches, and the orgasm shudders through my stomach and thighs. His hoarse groan fills my mind, and we’re coming together in a mixture of salt and cedar and sweat.

“Oh, God…” I roll onto my side as the powerful aftershocks tremor through me.

Flipping off the vibe, I pull my knees to my chest. My eyes are still closed, and I hold onto the image of him leaning close, powerful and gorgeous…

Andimpossible.

We work together. He’s practically my boss.

I won’t sleep tonight if I don’t taste your lips…

My stomach tingles, and a smile steals across my face. So much hunger was in his words, in his eyes, in his tone. How could I say no?

I wonder if he’s asleep right now. I wonder if he’s thinking of me.

* * *

“Brittand I are heading over to talk to the Jones boys.” Aiden’s standing by Doug’s desk looking at his phone. “Holly, would you mind if we stop by your place on the way and let Edward sniff around your chicken coop?”

Holly gives a thumbs-up, holding her hand over one ear of her headset.

I’m waiting by my desk with Edward, and Aiden hasn’t said more than ten words to me since I got here—good morning,andare you going with me today? (My reply, “Good morning, and yes.”)

Let’s gowill make ten.

“You ready?” He turns, and his gray blue eyes meet mine like a shock.

“Ten,” I almost sigh.

“What?” His brow furrows, and I wave it away.

“Yes! Edward and I are ready.”

Today, I’m in jeans and a long-sleeved navy tee. It hasK9 Uniton the pocket, but Edward was never officially part of the K9 unit—those dogs have special training, and he only has a good nose. But he’s as good as any K9 unit to me.

“Come on, Mr. Ed.” I scratch his ears, and we follow Aiden to the back door, through the break room.

Chewing on my lip, I watch his ass flex in those dark brown pants, and all the feelings from last night are simmering under my skin. From his behavior today, I guess we’re going to act like it never happened, which I suppose is the right approach. We’re professionals, and I want to be taken seriously.

Serious law-enforcement professionals do not make out with the sheriff in the stairwell outside their apartments.

Pulling my hair into a ponytail at the base of my neck, I put a pair of aviator sunglasses over my eyes and switch my brain into work mode. Objective: Find the man with the missing leg.