Just Kidding (SWAT Generation 2.0 #1)(38)

My breath hitched.

“So impatient,” he murmured, moving lower and lower down the length of my body.

When his mouth came to where my belly button would be, he paused, then slowly lifted the material of his sweatshirt until my belly was exposed.

He went absolutely still at the sight.

“That’s sexy as fuck,” he said. “Why that?”

I looked down the length of my body.

“A lot of people I care about are officers,” I said.

The tattoo under his close scrutiny was a black heart with a blue solid line through it. A thin blue line representing my love for the officers in my life, and even those all over the world.

“You didn’t tell me you had this tattoo when I got mine,” he said.

I hadn’t.

Honestly, I wanted him to find it on his own. I wanted him to see it and think, holy shit, we’re meant to be.

His tattoo was a black star in the spot that I’d cleared of hair during my show and tell with Theo at my apartment. And bisecting the star was a thin blue line almost identical to the one that I’d gotten.

“I didn’t.” I paused. “I kind of wanted you to find it yourself,” I admitted. “And I thought it was kind of funny since you jokingly went to a tattoo artist and got a tattoo as your ‘I have something to do in San Antonio.’”

He moved forward and pressed his lips to my tattoo. Then moved farther down.

“I wanted to go with you,” he admitted. “I wanted an excuse. It worked, didn’t it?”

It had.

“Yep,” I gasped, loving how his lips were now trailing over the length of the band on my underwear.

I was so fucking happy that I’d decided to wear my boy shorts underwear to bed.

I’d even gone as far as to change into them once I’d gotten home from his place.

“I’ve dreamed about what you’d taste like,” he murmured, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses on my lower belly. “If you’d taste sweet like cotton candy. Or like a tart apple, so juicy and…”

I practically lifted myself off the bed to place my mons against him.

“You’re wicked,” I found myself saying. “So. Wicked.”

There was no other way to describe it.

He made slow, sweet love to my mouth first, coming back up to me just long enough to claim a kiss. He followed that kiss up with a bite of my nipple through the fabric of his sweatshirt.

I bit my lip when he finally made it to the apex of my thighs, skimming his mouth over the lips of my sex through the boy shorts.

He pulled my underwear to the side then began to feast on me. “Do you think,” he said. “That I’ll be able to stop?”

Stop? Why would he stop?

“What?” I asked. “Why?”

He chuckled. “Because I want to fuck you, too. Not just eat you.”

I had zero complaints in that department. In fact, if he wanted to spend the rest of his life between my legs, I’d be a very willing participant.

His mouth trailed down the length of my thighs, up and down. Soft and smooth.

Then he began to slide my panties down the length of my thighs, taking his sweet time and torturing me as he did it.

When they finally slipped free of my feet, he fisted my panties in his hand, then moved his shoulders between my thighs, spreading them so wide that I felt the lips of my sex part.

His eyes took me in, moving all over, making me squirm.

He moved down then, his mouth slowly descending, nothing in his way this time.

And oh my gosh. He really was good at the torture thing.

“Did they teach you torture tactics in the military?” I asked. “Because if this is how good you are at this, I can only imagine how it would be for someone you don’t like.”

He chuckled darkly, then took a long swipe of my pussy.

My thighs accidentally clenched his head, causing that dark chuckle to sweep over my clit.

“I don’t torture just anybody with this,” he teased. “You get the special treatment.”

I moaned when he took another swipe, this time licking my clit.

“You taste so sweet.” He blew on my clit. “Knew it’d be like cotton candy.”

I closed my eyes and tried hard not to come too fast, but it was useless. I was hot for the man. He could be looking at me fully clothed and in a room full of people, and I’d be more than ready.

With him between my thighs and licking my clit? Yeah, there was no point in holding back.

“Gonna come,” I whispered breathlessly. “Your tongue is a… is a…”

He sucked my clit into his mouth just as he sank two fingers into me, and I was lost.

My back bowed off the bed, and my head turned.

I bit down on the pillow that was beside my face, gritting my teeth hard as I tried not to blow both of our eardrums out.

“You’re fucking beautiful when you come,” he rumbled, giving my pussy luxurious laps.

I didn’t know about that. I’d never seen myself come. But I had seen myself crying, and I wasn’t a pretty crier. And shit, but the man had me on the verge of tears.

“I haven’t had an orgasm like that ever,” I informed him. “I… Dax… I’m not very experienced with the art of sex, but what you just gave me was something that I could’ve never imagined was possible.”