His Taste of Temptation: In the Line of Duty, Book 3 (12 page)

“A body this beautiful should never be covered,” he murmured, bending forward to press a kiss to her pelvis. He brushed his tongue over her tightening flesh and moaned.

As a tremble moved through her, he acknowledged the flare of desire in her eyes, noted the telltale hardening of her nipples.

“Brad,” she murmured.

He looked up at her, and physically felt the shiver that stole over her. He held her body to absorb it and said, “Yeah.”

“I just…I’m not…”

He pitched his voice low. “You don’t have to be shy, sweetheart. Not with me.”

“But I don’t…”

Intent on giving her a little incentive to help her relax, he slipped a finger inside her panties, and swiped her clit. Her words fell off and her hips came off the bed, a whimper sounding deep in her throat.

“I want to see your pussy, baby. I want to see how wet you are.”

Without giving her time to think, and wanting her to get out of her head and just enjoy the pleasure, he gripped the band on her panties, and gave a little tug. He dragged the scrap of material down her legs, until they reached her mid-thigh. When he saw the damp hairs on her perfectly groomed pussy, his body rippled. While he wanted to dive in and stay there for the rest of the day, his first goal was to help her loosen up, to get used to him looking at her body. Because now that he’d unveiled it, he planned on looking at it. A lot.

He widened her sex with his finger and gulped air when he glimpsed her wet pinkness. “Ah Jesus,” he bit out, scrubbing his other hand through his hair as he tried to keep his shit together. “So fucking pretty.”

“Oh God,” she whispered, going up on her elbows and squeezing her thighs tighter together as he better positioned himself of the bed.

He stroked her. “Don’t you want to show me your pussy?

“I just…”

“You do want my mouth on you, don’t you, baby?” As he mentally indulged in the slideshow, he filled his lungs with her scent and asked, “You do want me to lick you and put my fingers inside, right?”

She nodded.

“Say it.”

“I want you to lick my pussy.”

“And?”

“And I want your fingers inside me.”

In a voice that was commanding yet soft, he said, “Then open your legs.”

She wet her mouth and sank back onto the pillow as she slowly inched her legs open.

“Wider,” he demanded as chaos erupted inside him. “And look at me.” When smoldering eyes met his, he drew a breath and worked to calm his cock. She was so incredibly beautiful and the way she was softening, offering herself up so nicely to him, took his breath away.

Even though he wanted to pound into her, hot ramming strokes that would leave them both breathless, he first needed to lavish her gorgeous body with attention.

“Brad,” she croaked out, and while he could still sense a bit of unease, the excitement on her face was all the encouragement he needed.

His eyes left hers and the second he glimpsed her hot pussy, moisture glistening in the early morning rays, he said, “A pussy this hot and needy should never be hidden.” He stroked her gently. “In fact, now that I’ve seen it, I don’t ever want it covered in panties again.”

“Ever?” she croaked out.

“Ever.”

“You…you want me to go three weeks without panties?”

He bit down on his cheek, hating her constant reminder of their timeline, but right now he wasn’t going to dwell on that. Right now he had a hot wet pussy in desperate need of attention, and the only thing he wanted to think about was bringing her to orgasm with his mouth, his fingers and his cock.

As he ran the rough pad of his thumb around her clit, he leaned forward to draw her beautiful dark nipple into his mouth. He moaned and sucked hard. She arched into him, her hands going to her stomach.

“Put your hands over your head,” he commanded around one delicious nipple.

She quivered beneath him. “What?” she whimpered.

He lightly bit her hard nub and when she squealed he lifted his head. “I want your hands over your head.” He jutted his chin toward the slats in the headboard. “Grab on to those and keep your hands there. That way I can see your entire body.”

“Oh. My. God,” she murmured, but did as he said.

Once she gripped the wooden slats, he inched back and let his gaze fall over her. His gut tightened with the way she trusted him with her body, her hands over her head and her legs spread wide. His heart pinched and in that instant pleasuring her became more important than his next breath.

As he gifted himself with one more minute of gazing, an erotic whimper bubbled in her throat, but he continued to stare, taking his sweet time to drink in every inch of her nakedness even though he could barely wait to feel skin against skin.

She squirmed, her big breasts jiggling, beckoning his mouth. Her pleasure resonated through him as he dipped his head. He licked her, and as he stimulated her nipples, she liquefied under his touch.

“That’s it, baby.” He turned his attention to her other breast and, as he lavished her with attention, he murmured. “Just feel, don’t think.”

He could sense the nervous tension easing from her body, desire moving in to take its place as he ran the tip of his tongue around her areola. Suddenly impatient to hold her, kiss her, make love to her, he climbed from the bed and tore off his pants. Her eyes widened and ecstasy flitted across her face as she stared at his throbbing hard-on. Jesus he loved the way she looked at him, desired him.

Desperate to be inside her and wanting her to lose herself in him—the same way he was losing himself in her—he climbed between her legs and buried his mouth in her sweet pussy. Her hips came off the bed, her body a trembling mess as he increased the pressure, needing, in the most inexplicable way, to make her come for him. As his internal temperature spiked, desire clouding his brain, he worked to slow down, but he couldn’t seem to help himself. There was a deep ache in his core that he couldn’t seem to alleviate. Pushing two fingers inside her, he caressed her sensitive bundle of nerves, his cock anxious to reacquaint itself with her hot channel.

“So good,” she cried out, her hips moving, coming off the bed as he stroked her deep.

Need gathered in his core as he fucked her with his fingers, her body rippling beneath him. She cried out his name and once he felt her release, her hot cream dripping over his hand, he rolled on a condom and gripped her hips.

“I need to be inside you,” he rushed out as he dropped to the bed and lifted her onto him.

As she straddled him, a warm flush on her cheeks, he gripped her hips and lowered her onto his hard cock. Her pussy was so damp with passion, he easily slid into her. A moan caught in her throat, the sweet sound urging him on. He powered into her and her head rolled back as he filled her completely.

“Baby,” he cried as he ravaged her drippy pussy. He dragged her down onto him, then lifted her again. When her breath caught, he slowed only long enough for her to catch it again, then continued to pound into her with hot hard strokes, unable to get enough of her.

He swelled inside her tight sheath, and as he took her breasts into his hands, her palms skimmed his muscles. His body quaked, loving the way she touched him, the way she wanted him.

Teetering on the edge of ecstasy, and completely lost in the sensation, he began trembling and panting, knowing he wasn’t going to last long. His breath came in a low rush as one hand left her breast to rub her clit. The second his finger connected with her engorged nub, she screamed out his name.

When she clenched around his cock, every muscle in his body tightened. “Fuck,” he cried out, her hot cream scorching him in mind-fucking ways.

As she came apart, her legs tightened around his, and her pussy muscles squeezed his dick. The onslaught of pleasure damn near killed him, but the desire reflecting in her eyes became his undoing. His skin grew tight and his balls constricted. Flames surged inside him and he took a deep breath, but he was well past the point of no return. He grabbed her waist, his fingers pressing into her soft flesh hard enough to leave a bruise as he let go, depleting himself inside her.

She leaned forward, falling over him. Her heart pounded against his rib cage as they both rode out the pleasure. After a long time, she slid off his body. He flinched as his cock slipped out of her and he instantly missed her warmth.

He disposed of the condom quickly, then drew her to him. As he held her tight and thought about the way she opened for him, he ran his fingers up and down her arm, leaving the blankets at the foot of the bed so he could continue to look at her. He angled his body, put his finger under her chin and tipped her face to his.

“Just so you know,” he said, a wave of deep satisfaction moving through him as his gaze met hers. “We’re never having sex with the lights out again.”

Chapter Nine

At the far end of the football field in the center of town, where the afternoon Fourth of July festivities were taking place, Brad worked with his buddy Jack to set up obstacles for the upcoming dog show. What he’d hoped to avoid, however, was the onslaught of questions regarding his relationship with Madison. Except this was Jack he was with, which meant an interrogation was unavoidable.

“So you’re just friends, then?” Jack asked.

Brad gave a casual roll of his shoulder and swiped his forehead as the hot afternoon sun beat down on them. “I told you, I’m staying with her and helping repair her plumbing problems while Jonah is away.”

Jack adjusted his ball cap and arched a questioning brow. “Jonah doesn’t mind?”

“Jonah is the one who asked me to take care of her and help her around the place.”

“And you’re sure Jonah and Madison aren’t…” He paused and waved his hand. “Well, you know.”

Brad gave a quick shake of his head. “I’m sure. They’re just friends. That’s all they’ve ever been.”

“Glad to hear it,” Jack said as he grabbed a canine training box from the back of his pickup truck.

“Oh yeah, why?” Brad shut the tail gate behind him and leaned against it.

Jack placed the last box on top of the others, straightened to his full height, and stood face to face with Brad. “Because if Madison and Jonah
were
a couple, then you know I’d have no choice but to kick your ass for sleeping with your brother’s girl, right?”

As the word
sleeping
hovered around them, the meaning behind it loud and clear, Brad blew a breath, knowing he could never ever hide anything from Jack. The man was too smart, and too nosey, for his own damn good.

“For the record, I’d never sleep with another man’s girl.” Turning the focus to Jack, he said, “I thought you knew me better than that.”

Jack nodded and looked contemplative for a moment as he stared at the ground, like he was remembering the shit storm Brad had gone through with Jocelyn. Jack, as well as the rest of Brad’s comrades, knew full well how Brad felt about monogamy in committed relationships.

After a moment, he looked Brad square in the eyes again and asked, “So you are sleeping with her, then?”

Brad threw his hands up in the air, wanting to put an end to this conversation. “Okay fine, so we’re sleeping together. Big fucking deal.”

Jack held his hands up, palms out. “Hey, I never said it was a big deal.”

“Well, it’s not a big deal. It’s just sex.” Brad sidestepped Jack to place detonation material into the plywood detection wall they used for training. “When Jonah gets back, I’m leaving on a convoy, and Madison and I will be calling it quits.” He turned back around to find Jack glaring at him and before he could stop himself he blurted out, “It’s just sex.”

“Okay, I get it, it’s just sex. You said that already.”

Feeling more defensive by the minute, Bran continued, “Look we’re both grown adults. We can do what we want. If we want to have sex for a month, then we’ll have sex for a month. I don’t know what your fucking problem is with it.”

Jack eyed him, a shit-eating grin on his face. “I’m not sure I’m the one who has a problem with it.”

“Good, then, can we talk about something else.”

“Like what? The real reason you set a deadline for this thing between you two?”

“Look—”

The smile fell from Jack’s face. “She’s not Jocelyn, you know.”

Brad stiffened. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Jack shrugged. “Nothing.”

“Nothing?”

“What it means,” Cole said, coming up behind them, “is that Jack here doesn’t know how to mind his own business.” He turned to Jack and cocked his head. “Isn’t that right, Jack?”

Jack greeted Cole with a nod. “Cole, I’m glad you’re here. I’ve been meaning to tell you something.”

“What’s that?”

Jack grinned. “Go fuck yourself.”

With that Cole laughed and turned to Brad. “So what’s this I hear about you and Madison having sex for one month?”

“Jesus Christ,” Brad groaned. “You’re like a bunch of fucking women.” He looked past Cole’s shoulder to see Josh Mansfield jogging down the field toward them, five training dogs running beside him. The spectator stands near their end of the field began to fill up, viewers taking their seats in preparation for the upcoming show, one that would hopefully increase public awareness and gain more funding for Gemma’s no-kill shelter and their cause.

Bandit, one of the dogs Brad had grown fond of, came sauntering over, a tennis ball in his mouth. “Hey, boy.” Brad bent to scrub him behind the ears, happy for the distraction. “You going to help me put on a show today?” He pulled the ball from Bandit’s mouth and tossed it down the field. As he watched the dog run after it, he spotted Madison standing by the band booth, looking over the table filled with the cupcakes they’d spent all night baking.

His heart tightened in his chest and breathing became difficult as he watched her. She flipped her hair from her shoulders and gesticulated with her hands as she talked to the kids and helped them sell her goods. Christ, the woman never stopped giving.

Jack was right. Madison wasn’t Jocelyn. Jocelyn never would have stayed up all night and baked for the band, donating what little time and money she had for a cause that didn’t benefit her.

Suddenly, as if she sensed him looking at her, Madison angled her head. When their eyes met and locked and they exchanged a long, heated look, his body reacted, thinking about all the ways he’d taken her earlier that morning. Thinking about how she was pantiless beneath that sexy sundress covering her curvy body.

His cock hardened, and a groan crawled out of his throat. Bandit came back with the ball, but Brad had no fucking idea how he was going to stand without his comrades seeing his hard-on. Fuck, the last thing he wanted to do was answer more questions or stand there while they razzed the shit out of him. He cursed under his breath and stayed crouched low as he tossed the ball again.

When Sophie stepped up to Madison, Madison turned her attention to her friend. They spoke for a moment, then Karley and her newborn baby, Brooklyn, who were staying with Sophie until her husband returned from overseas, joined them. The women talked for a moment and Madison came out from behind the table. They slowly walked toward his end of the field. From his distance he couldn’t tell what they were saying, but from the way Sophie was aiming her gaze his way, he knew it had to be about him. A moment later, Gemma joined the trio, and as she rubbed her stomach it reminded him of her upcoming baby shower. He groaned, hating the idea of going, but knowing he would just the same.

As he thought about Gemma’s invitation to Madison, he considered asking her to come along, but then changed his mind, remembering how she wasn’t all that comfortable with Jack’s latest girlfriend. In fact, it pissed him off to think that Madison had been picked on and teased back in the day. Then another thought hit. Maybe her shyness with him went deeper. Maybe she was still harboring insecurities from her high school days. Jesus, did she not see what he saw, feel what he felt when he looked and touched her gorgeous body?

Before he could give that any more thought, someone stepped up to him. Shading the sun from his eyes, he glanced up, but from the strappy high heels, to the familiar scent of her perfumed skin, he didn’t need to see her face to know who was invading his space, physical and mental.

Brad’s eyes moved up and over skin-tight designer jeans that showcased long slim legs to a body-hugging tank top that highlighted a trim body and creamy white cleavage. He lifted his head higher, and when he came face to face with none other than his ex, his desire dissolved and he bit down on his teeth hard enough to grind bone. He cleared his throat and climbed to his feet, taking one distancing step back.

“Brad!” Jocelyn flashed a brilliant smile and fluttered those long lashes at him in a way that always melted his resolve and had him caving to her wants. Which begged the question, what did she want from him this time?

“I haven’t seen you around,” she said, her voice bright and cheery, but underneath her light tone he heard something else, something that sounded like regret and loneliness.

He caught Cole’s questioning glance and signaled with a tight nod. Cole returned the nod, but stayed within earshot. “I’ve been around,” Brad responded, the mere sight of her bringing back old hurts.

“I drove by your granddad’s place but you weren’t there.”

“I’m not staying there.”

Her eyes widened. “Where are you staying?”

Without conscious thought, he looked past Jocelyn’s shoulders and when he saw Madison staring at him, watching the exchange with his ex, he once again found himself comparing the two. Jocelyn angled her head and followed his gaze.

“Oh,” she said, pointing one manicured finger in Madison’s direction. “Are you staying with Jonah and Madison?”

“Something like that.”

Jocelyn narrowed those big blue eyes of hers and Brad could practically hear the wheels spinning. As he watched her, his stomach tightened. There was a time, not that long ago, that he loved her, a time when things were good. But she’d changed, couldn’t handle him being away, despite the fact that he was off fighting a war to protect her and their country.

After a moment of silence, Brad shoved his hands in his pocket, and asked, “What can I do for you, Jocelyn?”

“You still have some things at my place.” She stepped closer, too close, and put her hand on his chest. She curled her fingers in his shirt in a familiar way, bringing back so many memories, good ones and bad. “Why don’t you come by and pick them up.”

“If I’ve gone without them this long, then I’m pretty sure I don’t need them.”

“Come on, Brad,” she cooed, puckering those painted lips in a way that always turned him inside out. “You’re not still mad at me, are you?”

“Look, Jocelyn.” He closed his hand over hers to remove it from his chest. “I don’t want to do this.” He looked around to see many sets of eyes on them. “Not here. Not with so many people watching.”

“Then come by my place,” she whispered her voice full of promise. “I’ll make us dinner and we’ll…talk.”

“We don’t have anything to talk about,” he said, even though the look in her eyes told him talking was the last thing she had in mind. “Conversation between us ended when you wrapped your mouth around another man’s cock.”

Shock moved over her eyes, but then her face softened. Changing tactics, she went up on her tiptoes, and put her mouth close to his ear, making it look to all the world like they were still lovers. “He’s no longer in my life and I’d like to make things up to you. If you know what I mean.”

Before he could answer, Bandit came rushing back to him. Still not the most disciplined dog in the bunch, he nudged the saliva-coated ball toward Jocelyn.

She jumped back and her eyes sparked anger. “Eww, that’s disgusting. Get him away from me.”

“Here, boy,” Brad said, dropping to one knee to pat him. Cole released Skid, the German Shepherd he’d been playing tug-of-war with, sending him Brad’s way.

Jocelyn took another distancing step back as the Shepherd dashed toward him and skidded to a stop, hence his name.

“So I’ll see you soon, then?” she asked.

“I don’t—”

“I’ll see you soon, Brad,” she said firmly, the spark in her eyes worrying him.

He was about to protest, but she twisted in her heels and disappeared into the crowd. Brad blew an exaggerated breath and turned toward Jack.

“Everything okay?”

“Fine,” he said, much harsher than he intended. He shook his head to clear it, and when Bandit sat down next to him and whined, clearly sensing his distress, he scrubbed the dog’s head. “Come on, Bandit. Let’s show the crowd what you can do.”

Brad’s comrades and their canines spent the next forty-five minutes entertaining the crowd. Brad and Bandit stepped in for the finale. He snapped on the dog’s leash and put his thumb over the trigger in his pocket. He guided Bandit along the detection wall, pointing to each opening in the wood. When Bandit found the box containing the explosive evidence, he barked, and sat on the ground, his tail wagging wildly. As the crowd watched on, delight written all over their faces, Brad squeezed the trigger and a tennis ball went flying across the field. He let go of Bandit’s leash and the dog went running after it.

His demonstration was met with a standing ovation and when the cheers died down, the guys all walked their dogs in front of the crowd. Once the show was over, he checked his watch, deciding he still had time to take Bandit, who was also used as a therapy dog, to Granddad’s nursing home.

He spoke to the guys for a few minutes, then with Bandit in tow, went in search of Madison to let her know where he was going. Not that he needed to inform her. After all, they weren’t in a committed relationship where they shared everything. But oddly enough he found himself wanting to tell her, because he liked the idea of them always knowing where the other one was. His heart beat a little faster in his chest when he found her in the stands with her friend, her back to him.

“Hey,” he said, coming up behind her.

She turned quickly, and when she stumbled slightly on the metal stand, her shin hitting the step below her, he wrapped his arm around her waist. Lifting her clear off the steps, he pulled her tight against him and lowered her to the ground. When her breasts crushed against his chest and a slight breeze blew over their bodies, ruffling the material on her dress, his hand slid to the small of her back. Right to where the top of her panties would rest, had she been wearing any. His nostrils flared and he worked to marshal his lust as he thought about what he’d find if he lifted that skirt. Not that he’d do it here. Oh no, he’d wait until they were alone, to when he could have her all to himself.

Volatile energy arced between them, and Brad was certain anyone within a fifty-mile radius could feel it. But then suddenly her brow furrowed, and when her body stiffened, he jerked his hand back. From her reactions it was clear she didn’t want anyone to know what they were doing behind closed doors. Which, come to think of it, had been his intention all along as well.