Riskier Business (Crossing the Line 0.5)(19)

He tore his mouth away from her neck. “I can’t take being away from you much longer. If bringing you home means giving you space, I’ll do it.” His mouth moved over hers in a hot, provocative kiss. “I’d kill to f*ck you right now, but not if it sets us back.”

Ruby grasped his face in her hands, locked her gaze with his. His pupils were dilated, cheekbones flushed red. “The only way you’ll make it worse is if you don’t take me back into the stockroom. Let’s take what we both need.” She traced his bottom lip with her tongue. “Don’t you want to feel how wet I am?”

A harsh noise escaped him. “I don’t need to touch your * to know it’s dripping for me. But f*ck, I want to. I want to lick it clean.”

“I need that, too,” she moaned at his ear.

“You need me.”

“Yes.”

Before the word fully escaped her mouth, he wrapped his hand around her wrist and they were walking at a fast clip back toward the stockroom. He slammed the door and locked it behind them. Immediately, he unbuttoned his shirt and shed it, all the while watching her with erotic intention, as if plotting exactly how he would take her. She started to remove her dress, but he stopped her with a barked command.

“Leave it.” Troy’s white undershirt came off next, revealing his rigid wall of muscle. Broad chest, tapering into narrow hips, a black path of hair disappearing into his pants. The man knew how his body affected her, and his confidence only increased her craving for him.

He still had his badge and handcuffs clipped to his uniform belt, but when he started to remove them after he’d put aside his gun, she stopped him with a breathless whisper. “Leave them.”

She watched his eyes darken seconds before he spun her around. “Now I see what you want. A little role-play to justify letting me have you while you’re angry?” He pressed his mouth to her ear, his voice raw. “You won’t make this impersonal. I won’t let you.”

“Do what you have to do.” She punctuated her challenge by turning her head and nipping his lip with her teeth.

“I’m too far gone not to oblige you.”

“Good. No holding back.”

He stepped back. “Reach under your dress and remove your panties,” he growled. “Lower them all the way to the floor. Don’t bend your legs or you’ll get the best use of my hand.”

His authoritative tone sent her senses reeling. It was perfect, exactly what she needed. To break away from herself for a brief while. “Yes, Officer.” Ruby slipped her thumbs beneath the lacy sides of her thong and glided them slowly down her hips and thighs. She knew at what point her bare bottom showed because she heard him curse, followed by the sound of his belt unbuckling.

“Go sit on the edge of the desk,” he rasped. “Open your legs.”

She did as instructed, but couldn’t help sliding her hands up her rib cage to cup her breasts. Their tips were puckered, begging for contact. The smooth, cool desk felt illicit against her flesh without the benefit of clothing to serve as a barrier. When Troy moved between her thighs, her eyes slipped shut and she tipped her face up, desperate for his mouth. Instead, her hands were pulled behind her back and bound together with a click of the cuffs. Ruby’s breath escaped in an excited rush.

“You want your breasts played with?” He drew her neckline low and slipped a hand inside to cup her. “It’s going to cost you some of the time I’d have spent between your legs, worshiping your delicious little clit.” He licked his upper lip, the movement causing her belly to tighten. “Which is it? I’ve got an aching hard-on for you and I’m impatient to f*ck.”

She whimpered. “Both. I want both.”

Having her hands restrained behind her back naturally caused her back to arch, but when Troy yanked her top down, Ruby couldn’t help but bow her spine further and present her breasts, offering them up to his mouth. When his tongue dragged over her right nipple, red-hot lust shot straight to her core. He sampled her other breast in the same manner, slowly, teasingly, until she begged incoherently for more. Finally, he drew a nipple into his mouth and sucked long and hard. The pull in her belly felt like an assault on her sanity. Legs spread wide on the desk, her bottom circled, tempting him closer, but he wouldn’t come. With her hands cuffed, she couldn’t use her hands to pull his hips against hers.

“Yes, baby.” A long pull on her nipple. “I know what you want. You want to wiggle your wet * all over my lap and turn me into a madman. Too bad. The next thing you feel between your legs will be my tongue.”

“Please…just do it now.”

He flicked his tongue out, curling it around one stiff peak. “What happens to impatient girls who try to tell their man what to do in bed?”

She stifled a sob of pleasure. “They have to wait longer.”

“Correct.” He dropped to his knees in front of the desk. Lips grazing the insides of her thighs, Troy draped her legs over his shoulders. Panting with anticipation, Ruby moaned when he bit the inside of her knee gently, trailed higher with his wet mouth, then bit her again. He transferred his attention back and forth between the soft skin of her inner thighs, placing bites, until his mouth reached her center. She bit her lip hard to refrain from begging and was rewarded with a stiff-tongued lick directly over her clitoris.