Asking for Trouble (Line of Duty #4)(17)

Brent stopped in front of Hayden, forcing her to tilt her head back. “Yes, it is. You told me you wanted him kept away. It’s part of the reason you brought me here.”

She shook off his words. “I can handle Stuart without your help. Besides, you were a little busy playing teach the rich girl a lesson to notice anything else.”

“You’re right. I’m sorry.”

“Listen—” She did a double take. “You’re what?”

He smiled. “I’m sorry. If you’d told me in advance how bad he was, I wouldn’t have let him within ten feet of you. We have our differences, Hayden, but I’d never let some * put his hands on you if I could prevent it. I have a sister. A mother. I take that kind of thing seriously.”

“Oh.” She stared up at him like he’d sprouted antennae. “Oh.”

His lips twitched. “Oh?”

Then in a move he didn’t see coming, Hayden dug her fingers into his hair and pulled him down for a hot, hard, whiskey-flavored kiss. What little willpower Brent still possessed flew out the window when her tempting curves molded to his and she sucked on his tongue with a throaty moan. He sucked her tongue right back, letting his hands drop to her ass and knead the taut flesh beneath her skirt. It felt natural, inevitable, to lift her against him so she could wrap her legs around his waist, fitting their lower bodies together with a perfection that made him groan roughly into her mouth. Once he had her resting on top of his erection, he gripped her ass and slid her up and down, so she could experience every inch of it against her core.

“Baby, I’m going to f*ck you tonight. You know that, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she whispered against his mouth. “But I need s-something right now, okay?”

He backed her into the counter, grounding himself into her soft, inviting center. It felt like heaven and hell at the same time. His body demanded release. Now. Now.

Just a while longer, the sane part of his brain chanted. They weren’t alone yet. He couldn’t have her here. God, did the freaking universe hate him lately? “What do you need, duchess? We need to hurry.”

Maintaining their hot eye contact, she unhooked her legs from around his waist and slid down him, slowly enough to short-circuit his brain. Taking his hand, she shocked him once again by guiding it underneath her skirt to the silk between her legs. “Make me come, Brent.”

“Fuck,” he ground out, quickly pushing the silk aside. His cock ached, his tongue had gone fuzzy, and all he could think about, care about, in that moment was bringing the girl in front of him to an earth-shattering climax. She’d made the request as though her life depended on him giving her pleasure. It made him want to beat his chest with his fists, proving to her once and for all what a caveman he was.

When his fingers touched her naked flesh for the first time, the smooth, slick heat almost robbed him completely of rational thought. He knew she wanted his fingers to massage her clit but nothing could prevent him from sinking his middle finger deep inside her, giving it a quick upward thrust. Her inner walls contracted, milking his finger so tightly, he could barely draw it out.

“More, Brent,” she whimpered softly. “Again.”

“Don’t worry.” He granted her two more quick thrusts, then moved his wet fingers to the tight bundle of nerves, pressing tight and holding. “You’re going to be full of me later. For now, just let me rub your sweet little clit.”

On a raspy breath, she parted her lips to receive his hot, openmouthed kiss while his fingers worked between her legs. He savored each sob of pleasure he wrung from her on his tongue. Her hips shook and swiveled until he was forced to hold her completely still against the counter with his body so he could finish her. In the back of his mind, he heard the voices in the living room grow louder. Closer?

When he felt her begin to pulsate and tighten, he increased the circular motion of his fingers. “Come on, baby. We’re out of time.” Dammit, the footsteps were growing louder. He leaned forward and spoke right against her ear. “Come for me right now and I’ll let you ride me as hard as you want later. I know what gets you off. I saw it in your eyes last night. You want to throw me down and f*ck me, duchess? Good. I’m in the mood to let you.”

At the last second, he swooped down and caught her moan with his mouth while she shook, savoring her dampness on his fingers. He heard footsteps coming down the hallway the same time she did. As fast as humanly possible, they pulled her skirt into place and he hid his tented lap behind the marble island.

One of the older ladies swayed into the kitchen, a little unsteady on her feet from too much wine. She stopped short when she found them already occupying the kitchen, then gave Brent a knowing look.

“Were you stealing a kiss in here, mister?”

Brent held up his hands. “You caught me.”

Behind him, Hayden slumped against the counter.





Chapter Six


After paying the driver, Brent exited the cab and opened the door for Hayden. Standing above her, silhouetted by the streetlight, he looked larger than life holding out his hand. Waiting for her to take it. She hesitated a moment, suddenly unsure of her decision to bring him home. Admittedly, she wanted him. Badly. At some point, however, it had started feeling like more than just a passing attraction. Somehow, Brent, the person she’d always thought understood her the least, seemed to know exactly what she needed. She herself hadn’t known until he’d said the words in Stuart’s kitchen. Words that now echoed in her head, heating her blood, making her skin tingle. You want to throw me down and f*ck me, duchess? Yes, yes, yes. That’s exactly what she wanted.