The Enforcer (Untamed Hearts Book 3)(151)

Except he’d come from work and still had the guns and the boots on.

“Stay right here.” He sucked on one pert pink nipple, making it tighten. He had to lick it again, and then, since he was there, he went ahead and licked the other one. “Just like this. Stay like this.” He grabbed Brianna’s knees and pushed them back until she was forced to place her feet on the edge of the bed. Tino tilted his head to eye the slim line of her *. “No, like that instead,” he decided as he pulled at his belt. “That’s good.”

Brianna giggled but kept her legs spread like he asked. She even opened them a little wider for him. “Like this?”

He sucked in one sharp breath and nodded with a simple, “Yeah,” because anything else was beyond him.

The apartment was sparse, but he had bedroom furniture in this one so he tossed his holster and guns on the dresser. He had to reach down to unlace his boots, because they were too sturdy to just kick off.

When they were off, he practically fell over her, licking her stomach and then kissing the tattoo once more before he grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled it off. He tossed it aside and moved up so that her tits were crushed to his chest, and there was just all this bare skin making him ache and burn. It must’ve affected Brianna too, because she immediately wrapped her legs around him, forcing him tighter against her as she ran her hands through his hair and brought his lips to her.

Brianna was incredibly strong when she wanted to be, and she wasn’t letting Tino go anywhere, which worked for him too. The two of them just lay there tangled together, kissing until they were both breathless and moving against each other, doing a mini repeat of their night in the bunk bed.

Except he didn’t want to half-ass it this time.

He’d promised her all of it, so he managed to slip a hand between their straining bodies and pull at the button to his jeans. He tugged at the zipper, but his first instinct was to reach for a rubber in his back pocket before he kicked the jeans off.

The rubber he didn’t have.

He dropped his head to her shoulder and groaned, even as she stroked his hair and asked, “What?”

“I don’t have protection, baby.” He took a deep breath and fought down the panic that surged forward when it felt like he was f*cking up. He had to remind himself Brianna wasn’t going to call Mary and complain, but still he worked like she might on instinct. “I can do other things. I can make it hot.”

“I’m on the pill, Tino,” Brianna reminded him. “I’ve been on it for years. Since before that night at your old apartment. I’ve been waiting for you.”

“But I’m—” He pulled up and looked at her, except she didn’t seem to understand. “We should use something.”

“Is there something wrong with you?” she asked in concern.

“No, I’m healthy. I get tested. I still get tested all the time. It’s like a paranoid thing I do even though they keep telling me I’m fine. I haven’t worked since, well, you know how long it’s been, and I don’t f*ck off the clock. I haven’t ever. Not once. Just fooled around with you a little. That’s it.”

“Okay,” Brianna said slowly and stroked his hair away from his face again. “So, why do we need something?”

“I just thought you’d wanna use something since I’m me,” he mumbled. “Forgetting is a major f*ckup.”

“I don’t want to use anything. If you’re healthy and I’m healthy, we don’t need to use something. This isn’t a job, Tino. This is just me loving you. I want to feel you. All of you.”

“I wouldn’t hurt you,” he said quickly. “I would never hurt you, Bri.”

Brianna was obviously done talking about it, because she tugged his head down. He flinched again, but she wasn’t letting him get away with it. She licked his lips, and when he didn’t kiss her back, she caught his bottom lip like she had in the car.

Something about it made Tino hot all over, like burning-up, could-barely-breathe hot, and he had to open to her, letting her push her tongue in his mouth, and he loved that she was so f*cking bold.

Fearless.

Too fearless.

He decided he wasn’t going to think about it. He’d deal with her recklessness later. She’d been helping him deal with his shit, but Brianna only had one first time, and the truth was he wanted to make it good for her to erase how absolutely f*cked-up his was. He knew it couldn’t undo what happened, but Tino was good at pretending.

Brianna’s first time had to be beautiful for both of them.

She moaned and pulled away from him when he slipped his hand between their bodies and touched her, finding her still slick, so he pushed one finger in. He curved it up, stroking her in the right way to watch her arch her back. She thrust her hips against his hand and bit her lip, already breathless for more, making it way too easy for him.

When she tossed her head to the side, he kissed the curve of her neck, licking it, watching the goose bumps spread down her arm while she kept pushing her hips against his hand over and over, urging him on as she got more and more breathless, panting and desperate.

His cock jerked when he stopped.

He wanted her completely mindless, because he wasn’t exactly small, and she was tight in a way he wasn’t used to. He wasn’t a moron. He knew he could make it good as long as he wasn’t rashly shoving it in, even if everything in him wanted it just like that. He wanted to f*ck her hard and fast enough to forget about Mary.