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Cuffing Her: A Small Town Cop Romance by Emily Bishop (19)

Chapter Nineteen

Naomi

The man asks a lot, considering he’s completely unwilling to give his trust to me.

At least that’s what my rational mind says. His lips lower to mine, and there’s a hunger in him that instantly ignites my own traitorous body. Even as I know I shouldn’t, I wrap my hand around his neck and tug him closer, drinking him in as my tongue collides with his in a passionate, frantic exchange.

He wraps both of his arms around me fully, crushing me to his body, and my mind screams at me for doing this. This is a man who suspects me for a crime I have told him time and time again that I didn’t commit. He is obnoxious and bullheaded and dreamy and… remember that time he brought you flowers?

Damn it to hell.

No matter what he’s done, I can’t help it that I’ve fallen for him, hard. He kisses me, his lips leaving mine to explore my jaw, my neck. I tilt my head up on instinct, and as his lips sink lower toward my collarbone. All coherent thoughts dissolve, and I give into the pleasure. I close my eyes and allow myself to feel.

I simply can’t help myself.

His hand rests on my hip as he pulls the strap of my tank top to the side to expose my shoulder. The shirt dangles along my arm, and I melt, allowing him to have his way with me, with my body. The things he makes me feel are indescribable, and I’m addicted to the sensation.

Clearly, I have a problem. Oh well.

His lips are hot and moist and leave a cool trail along my collar bone. Before he can reach the top of my breast, he stops, and I open my eyes, curious. He walks over to the door and bolts it shut. Then he casts a wary glance at the window, still shattered and gaping. When he looks back at me, his eyes are intense.

“Does your bedroom door have a lock?” he asks.

I glance back at the window, and much to my dismay, reality sinks back in. When I look back at him, I nod. “Yes.”

Apparently, that’s all he needs to hear, because with the front door locked, he scoops me up into his arms and carries me down the hall to my bedroom. He sets me down, turns and locks the door, and then faces me again. His gaze combs my body, and I can almost feel his touch everywhere he looks. He’s memorizing me, soaking me in. My shirt still hangs from my shoulder, and he reaches down and pulls it up and over my head.

I stand before him in a sports bra and sweat pants. When he sees the sports bra, his eyebrows scrunch, as though he’s been faced with an unnecessary barrier. He says nothing as his fingertips dig between the bra and my skin, and he pulls that over my head next.

My breasts bounce free, settling back down as he tosses the bra to the floor. He continues on in silence, watching me, exploring my body with his eyes only. It’s driving me wild. I want him to touch me. I want him to fuck me like he did in my office.

He kneels down next and grips the top of my pants, and his fingers locate my panty line. Inch by inch he drags them both down, exposing my pussy to the cool air of my bedroom. It’s hot and pulsing down there, and I ache for his touch. I step out of my pants, fully nude before him. He stays on his knees and looks up at me.

“Don’t move,” he says.

He must think he’s funny when he says that. He spreads my legs apart and examines my pussy once more. He takes an index finger and runs it along the length of my center. I jump at the sensation, and his other hand grasps my ass as he holds me still.

“I said don’t move.”

“That’s impossible, and you know it.”

“Shh,” he says then licks my clit.

OK, I’ll be quiet.

I watch his tongue twirl and circle around my bean, the slick little button swirling with every flick of his masterful tongue. He takes his middle finger and slides it up into me, and as he licks, he moves his finger in and out as slowly as when he removed my clothing.

My legs shake, and I can’t help but let out a moan. The friction of his finger and tongue on my pussy work in perfect harmony.

He sits back and blows on my pussy, the cold air stimulating my sensitive skin, and I shiver. He stands then and faces me, his eyes on mine, as he removes his shirt, his broad shoulders and muscular torso delectable. I want to run my tongue along every inch of him.

He unzips his pants, slides them down, and steps out of them. This is the first time he’s fully naked before me.

Is this some kind of offering? Perhaps he’s showing me that he’s willing to trust me in this, to be vulnerable?

I don’t have time to think on it. My gaze combs over his massive erection, and my own juices flow even more. He steps forward and captures my lips again as he wraps himself around me and guides me toward the bed. He gives me a gentle push, and I land on my bare ass. When I look up at him, he kneels back down and spreads my legs once more.

“This might give you a better angle,” he says. He then plunges his tongue deep into my pussy. I want to arch my head back and close my eyes, but I want to watch more. I will my body to stay in place as I watch his tongue delve in and out of my cunt.

He takes his middle finger and flicks my clit with it, holding his hand to the side so I can see better, and I appreciate him for it. Watching him fuck me with his mouth is the hottest thing I’ve seen in my life, and that’s saying a lot—at least since I met Ben.

My orgasm builds, and I keep watch as his finger and tongue work their magic.

Then he looks up at me.

We lock eyes while he licks and curls his tongue all over my pussy, and I moan even as I maintain eye contact.

There is a challenge in his eyes. He’s wondering if I’m going to succumb to his pleasuring. He’s wondering how much longer I can make it last. My eyes narrow as I stare at him, and he slides a finger inside me even as he continues to use his tongue there.

That does it.

I cry out as my body pulses with an orgasm, but he doesn’t stop. He drinks up all of my juices, his tongue still working its magic in my pussy as I come back to Earth. When he flicks my sensitive clit, I jump, and he grins up at me.

“Now why don’t you go for a ride that you can’t see?” he asks, and I’m confused as to what we’re about to do next.

He lays down on the bed, his erection at full mast, poking up into the air. Just seeing it makes me wet again. He pulls me up and maneuvers me to sit on his lap, facing away from him.

“Ride,” he says, and I lift my bottom and guide his hard dick to my opening. It slides in easily, and I sit all the way down, filling myself to the brim with his cock.

“Mmm, yeah, just like that. Now, do as I said. Ride.”

I shift my hips up and down, sliding along the length of him. Every time I slide down, he fills me, and my g-spot tingles. He grips my hips and holds me down, then he moves me from side to side as his dick shifts inside me, never scooting out even an inch. I ride him deep as I enjoy the sensation of full penetration. I can’t see anything that’s going on down there, but I like it all the same. I am simply feeling, riding him from side to side.

“Now up and down,” he says, and I obey, lifting and dropping my ass as I fuck him. He grabs my hips and helps with the work, sliding me up and down as my pussy opens to him in a continuous pumping motion. Another orgasm builds, but I might be the last one to come.

“Fuck,” he breathes, and he increases his pace as he lifts me then brings me back down, fucking me hard. I release my own animalistic moan as I bounce on his dick, and I grab my breasts and pinch my nipples, the sensation bringing me even closer to climax.

“Just like that. Just. Like. That,” he says. His hands have a hard grip on my hips as he lifts and drops me, my pussy dripping wet as another orgasm beckons.

“I’m going to come,” I breathe, then cry out in pleasure.

“Good,” he says.

My window’s closing here, so I reach down and rub my thumb along my clit. The second I do, my entire body pulses with a powerful second orgasm.

I cry out into my bedroom.

“Fuck!” Ben yells.

His dick pulses inside me. He’s reached his own happy ending. He stops his rhythm, though he keeps his hands on my ass as my heartbeat pounds in my ears. I sit with him inside me for a moment longer before I slide off and lay beside him. The two of us lay side by side as our breathing slows and our bodies cool.

No matter what Ben may believe about me, one thing is for sure. When it comes to our bodies, they trust one another fully. As mad as I’ve been at him since our last altercation, I can’t help but feel glad that he’s here with me. I’m safe and protected in my room, and then I think about the window outside.

Ah, there’s reality.

Ben turns and looks at me, his expression curious. He’s observant. He can tell that I’ve tensed. When his eyes search mine, I shrug.

“Just thinking about the window,” I say.

“That’s not what you should be thinking about after something like this.”

“Well, it happens to be a pressing issue when I’m not otherwise distracted.”

“I suppose you’re right. Here.”

He rises and grabs my clothing. He tosses it to me on the bed, and I have no shame watching him dress as I do. His body is perfect. I still haven’t gotten my chance to tongue him like I want to, but that simply means there’s more promise for the future.

If we can ever learn to fucking trust one another.

Once we’re both dressed, Ben unlocks the door and steps back out into the living room. He assesses the damage, then turns to me.

“We can’t call anyone to come fix it tonight, but a little plastic wrap and some duct tape should serve you until you can. Based on this, it looks like the intention was to scare more than anything. I don’t think they’ll be back, but just in case, you should lock your bedroom door as well as the front.”

Just like that, conversation resumes as normal. Still, I find my anger toward him has melted quite a bit, and I nod. I’m grateful that he doesn’t want to stay and play Big Protector.

Right? I’m definitely glad that’s the case. Ben doesn’t stay after sex. That’s for the best, for both of us.

Maybe it’s another trust issue. That’s kind of our thing.

I locate the supplies and together we patch up the window and clean up the glass. It’s not the most attractive thing in the world, but it will work until I can get it fixed.

I turn to face Ben. “Thank you.”

I wait for a snarky comment about how he came to save the day and a thank you is all he deserves or some such nonsense. Instead, he grins and leans in to kiss me on the cheek. My skin tingles where his lips touch.

“You’re welcome. Call me if you need anything, even someone to be here.”

“I will.”

I consider asking him to stay, but I decide against it. I walk him to the door and unlock it. When I open it for him, he’s quick to step outside.

What is this relationship we have going on, anyway?

“I’ll talk to you soon,” I say, and he nods.

“Have a good night, Naomi. And hey,” he says. I stare at him and wait for him to go on. “We’re going to get through this, OK? All of it.”

It’s a vague statement, but I nod my head. No matter what, it’s an encouraging one, especially since he used the word “we.” Makes me think he might consider me more of a partner than a criminal now.

“We sure will. Goodnight, Ben.”

“Goodnight.”

When I close the door, I have renewed hope. Maybe things will work out for us in the end after all.

Maybe.

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