Hetch (Men OF S.W.A.T #1)(30)

“Doesn't matter. You’re still going to enjoy it.”

“Keep dreaming.” I snort, giving myself one more step back, this time connecting to the wall. The same wall we’ve listened to each other through.

“Dreaming? Don’t think so babe.” He stops a whisper's breath from me. “Time to pay up.” He smirks when I realize I have nowhere else to back up.

“You're an ass,” is my reply.

“That's not a nice way to speak to the man who just saved your life.” He has me there, considering I did make out I was going to die if the spider wasn’t caught.

Uggh, *.

“Fine, have at it,” I admit defeat. I mean, it's not much of a hardship. The man can kiss. In the quiet moments over the last few days, it still seems like I can feel his lips on me. Branding me and ruining me all over again.

“I don't think so, Liberty. You're gonna kiss me,” he informs me, and I want to smack the smug look off his face. He’s enjoying this way too much.

“That wasn't what we agreed to.”

“It is. I asked for a kiss. Not to kiss you.”

“Ugghh, seriously. Men like you are the reason I put myself on a sabbatical.” I step forward. Place my hands on either side of his face and plant my lips to his. It's the most awkward kiss I've ever experienced.

Our lips stay locked. My eyes are shut until, after a few beats, I slowly open them. Hetch is looking at me. His gaze intense, too intense for a basic peck.

He never said there had to be tongue.

I begin to pull back when the kiss becomes more uncomfortable, but I don't get far when his large hand presses into my back, holding me in place.

He doesn’t speak, but it's a warning. The feel of his mouth on mine takes me back to the night at The Elephant. His lips move first, drawing me out of my stupor. The softness of his tongue shoves me back to life. Before I even reunite my tongue with his, I know this isn't going to end well. My mind doesn’t care. My body takes over.

Then I know I’m done for.





Nine





Hetch





I know the moment she gives in. Her body molds against me, her tongue dives into my mouth and the small sigh of pleasure leaves her lips. A jolt of awareness enters me, forcing me to take over. My hands travel to her ass. Lifting her up carefully so as not to jolt her, I turn toward the bed. I don’t bother asking if this is okay before laying her down on the sheets and crawling up over her.

All rhyme and reason fly out the window as my mouth finds hers again and this time, I'm not gentle. My teeth scrape her lower lip. The primal need to own them forces me to bite down.

“Ahh, Hetch,” she cries out, a jumble of pain and pleasure mixed in with her own need. Her hands rake through my hair; she doesn't restrain herself, tugging in sharp and desperate need. I don't react, not with words anyway; instead, I bite down in response, before releasing her with a slow, deep suction.

“Shhh,” I soothe, brushing my lips over her bruised cheekbone, over her jaw, and down her neck.

“This is more than a kiss.” Liberty comes back to herself as my hand finds the swell of her breast over her shirt. They fit perfect in my grasp. Firm, full, and for tonight at least, mine.

“You want me to stop?” I ask, rolling my thumb over her nipple. Unable to wait for her reply, I rip her shirt up to her neck, exposing her rose-pink nipples. My mind conjured up an image of how pretty they would be and how much I would love them in my mouth the moment I had them pressed up against me last week. But nothing prepares me for the sight of her under me. The perfect, creamy smoothness, against my tanned, callused hands. Without a second thought, I dip down and wrap my lips around her left nipple.

“AHHH!” She arches off the bed. Pushing herself further into my mouth. My tongue and teeth fight one another in a battle of dominance. My teeth want to bite the tight pink nubs and claim them while my tongue wants to roll the perfection of the small bud around my tongue.

“Hetch, please.” Liberty's hand moves to her lonely nipple. Not needing to be told twice, I release her with a pop and get to work on the second one. Latching on and rolling it between my teeth, I give this nipple the same attention, working her up with only my mouth. When my cock can’t stand watching anymore, I pull back and slide her shorts and panties down her thighs.

“Ahh, shit.” Her hand moves to her side, and I stop my quick movements. “No, don’t stop.” She douses my fire with a pained look over her brow.

“Fuck, Liberty.” I growl, looking down at my hands still fisted with her delicate white lace panties. “You have no idea how much I want to sink my dick in this sweet *.” I slow my breath, and trace the smooth skin next to her panties with the tip of my finger. “But, you’re in pain.” The words taste bitter coming from my mouth, especially since I’m looking at the prettiest * I’ve ever seen. I can smell her desperate need, and I can see her slick wetness.

“Are you kidding me?” Her body tenses at my rejection and the unabashed need that looks so f*cking perfect on her starts to shut down.

Controlled, snobby Liberty is back.

“Liberty, you’re hurt.” I start to explain my reluctance, but I know she won’t see past her frustration.