“Stop.”
“Or do I even need to get in there?”
“Ty.”
“Maybe I can get you to give me that while you’re standin’ right here.”
That’s when he felt her shiver.
And that’s when he knew he could.
So that’s why he moved his mouth to her neck and touched his tongue there.
He felt her shiver again.
“Jesus, baby,” he muttered against her skin.
“Please,” she whispered.
He trailed his lips along her neck and asked, “Please what?”
“Let me go.”
“Do anything you ask, ‘cept that.”
She didn’t speak but he felt her chest rising and falling fast and his mouth worked behind her ear as his hand at her neck moved down her shoulder, her arm, to stop where his thumb could stroke the side of her tit.
And it did.
He heard her soft intake of breath but he didn’t hear the release.
“Breathe, Lexie,” he whispered into her neck.
“Ty –”
“You gonna give it to me right here?”
“Ty –”
His teeth nipped her skin and he prompted, “Yes or no, baby.”
Suddenly she moved; twisting in his arms, his head was forced to go up but it didn’t stay up because both her hands were at the back of it, pulling it down so his mouth could hit hers.
But his mouth didn’t hit hers.
Their mouths collided because she was surging up to meet him.
Her lips opened instantly and just as instantly, he swept his tongue inside.
Tasting her, Christ, his dick, already hard, jerked.
He had to have her and he had to keep his shit together. He didn’t, this could go very badly, not for him, for her. And he didn’t want that for her.
He twisted, falling back to the couch, pulling her with him, he landed, she landed on him and he rolled her immediately so he was on top, slanting his head, taking more, she arched her back, wrapping a leg around his thigh, her fingers at his head holding him close, not about to let go.
Fuck, she was hot.
And she wanted him in a bad way.
Testing that theory, he pressed his h*ps into hers and she moaned into his mouth.
Yeah. She wanted him in a bad way.
And he had to give it to her, give it to her before he took anything because he knew, once he got started, having pu**y for the first time in years, that pu**y being Lexie’s, he wouldn’t last long.
He tore his mouth from hers, his hands moving over her with intent, his lips whispering against hers, “Baby –”
“Don’t stop,” she begged, her hands at his head trying to pull him back, get his mouth, she lifted her head and he pulled back an inch.
“I’m not stopping, Lexie, but listen, yeah?”
He watched her face, her eyes hooded, his hand moved over her stomach, down the front of her shorts and she licked her lips.
Christ.
Beautiful.
“I’m gonna give it to you,” he murmured.
“Okay,” she breathed.
“No, not like that, first, I’m going to –” His hand had slid between her legs, over her shorts and he stopped speaking because her eyes closed, her lips parted and her neck arched.
Jesus, was she coming?
He cupped her between her legs.
“Baby?”
Her neck righted and her eyes slid half open. “Why do you keep stopping?” The words were half a breath, half a snap.
He grinned. “I’m not.”
“You’re not kissing me and you’re not touching me, how’s that not stopping?”
“Jesus, wildcat, keep your shirt on. I need to tell you –”
“Hello? Ty?” she called, arching her back, pressing her h*ps in his hand and he felt his hold on his control slip so he was hanging on by his fingernails. “I don’t want to keep my shirt on.”
“Lexie, you’re not helping.”
“Helping what?”
“Baby, I haven’t had a woman in five years. This isn’t f**kin’ easy seein’ as all I can think is I wanna bury myself inside you, good for me but it’s been so long, I take what I want, it’s not gonna be good for you. You wanna cut me some slack so I can make sure I see to you before I see to me?”
She blinked. Then her eyes warmed and he watched, right there, an inch away as she flipped the switch and her light flooded out, bathing him in brightness.
Then a loud knock came at the door.
She froze under him and he stilled on top of her. His hand was still between her legs and his c**k was still hard and he was about ten minutes away from finally making his wife his wife and someone was knocking on the f**king door on f**king Sunday morning.
“Jesus, f**k, you gotta be kidding,” he muttered.
“Ty Walker! Carnal Police. Need a word.”
The limbs Lexie had around him tightened but his head turned to look at the back of the couch.
He didn’t see couch. He saw red.
“Jesus, f**k, you gotta be f**king kidding,” he clipped then knifed off his wife.
“Ty, let me get it,” she called from behind him.
“I got it,” he growled, prowling to the door.
“No, honey, please.” He heard her, she was up and on the move, he could tell by the way her feet hit the floor that she was rushing. “You need to let me get it.”
He didn’t let her get it. He walked to the door and tore it open.
Then he saw him.
Fucking motherfucker.
“What?” he clipped and then he felt her at his back, close, pressing her body to him, just to the side so she could peer around.
“You’re home,” good old boy, ass**le, so f**king dirty he was filthy cop, Officer Rowdy Crabtree noted.
“Yeah, you’ve known that awhile, Rowdy, seein’ as you followed us to Carnal from the Colorado state line.”
He felt Lexie press closer to his back.
Rowdy didn’t respond, his eyes moved to Lexie who was peeking around his side.
“Mrs. Walker, nice to meet you, ma’am,” he stated, dipping his chin.
Motherfucker.
“Uh… hi,” she said softly.
Rowdy’s eyes tipped up to Walker’s.
“Pretty. You get her off the internet, order her from prison or somethin’?”
Motherfucker.
Walker locked it down and asked, “You here for a reason, Rowdy?”
Rowdy nodded his head. “Yup. Just stopped by, makin’ sure you checked in with your parole officer.”
“Think maybe you could ask my parole officer that?” Walker asked.