Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 76780 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76780 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
I drag my palm to his neck, fixated on the way his pulse jumps wildly beneath my thumb. “Here?”
The hickey is gone, and no more are visible.
Thank fuck.
This pleases me. I want to reward him somehow, but he’s not mine, so I can’t.
“No. Lower.”
Heat flashes in his gaze. I could eat him alive. And I want to. I want to strip him and own him and fuck him until he’s boneless.
He bites on his sweet bottom lip as my palm drags lower, over his breastbone to the center of his chest.
“Here?”
He nods. “Yes.”
“Hmm. Let me see.”
With wide, doe eyes, he grabs the bottom of the material of his shirts and drags them up to reveal his lean, cut abs. Yummy. I run my fingertips over the pale skin, reveling in the sharp hiss of air that he sucks in. My thumb brushes over one of his dark pink nipples. Hard and pert and needy. I give it a pinch that makes him whimper.
“What are you doing?” he breathes.
“This?” I ask, twisting his nipple. “Just checking for damages.”
“It hurts.”
“Does it?”
“Yes.”
“I’d make it hurt worse with my teeth.”
“Sadistic fuck.”
I twist it harder until he whines. Still, he doesn’t push me away. I’m pleased with the way his dick strains in his faded-red jeans. Now those should be a crime. Kids like Callan Kincaid shouldn’t be allowed to wear clothes that mold so perfectly to their bodies. It’s dangerous and criminal and wrong.
I fucking love how he looks in them.
“You’d let me,” I muse. “I’m learning you’re the fearless type.”
He scoffs. “Right.”
“You’re in a police station with a cop older than your brother, letting him fuck with your nipple. Pretty brave.”
“Do the other one,” he whispers.
A grin teases my lips. “See? Brave.”
With my fingers and thumbs on both his nipples, I abuse them just enough to hurt but also feel good. My mind runs away from me, wondering where else I could nip and suck and abuse his flesh. Would he come all over his perfect abs?
“I think I’m okay.” His ragged voice says the opposite.
“I think you think you’re okay, but in fact, you’re not okay.”
His hazel eyes darken with anger. “You don’t know anything about me.”
“Untrue. I read your file.”
He gapes at me and starts to pull back, but my painful grip on his nipples prevents that from happening. “Let me go,” he demands.
“Say it.”
“Say what?”
“Say what you want me to let go of.” I pinch his nipples with my fingernails hard enough to make him tremble but not hard enough to make them bleed. “Say it, little one.”
“I’m not little.”
“Sure.”
His hands wrap around my wrists. Cold and soft. Hands that have never seen a day of manual labor. Hands that would feel so fucking sweet wrapped around my dick.
“You’re an asshole. How are you even a cop?”
I roll his nipples again between my thumbs and fingers. “Lack of options.”
“You just like arresting people.”
“Maybe one day I’ll arrest you.”
“You just want to handcuff me to your bed.”
My grin is wolfish. “Do I?”
“Won’t happen.”
“Don’t lie,” I croon. “Daddy can always tell when his little one lies.”
“Fucking pervert,” he snaps, his grip tight around my wrists. “Let go.”
“Let go of what?”
“Let go of my nipples, you sadistic twat.”
I release them and then caress my fingertips along the ridges of his rib bones. His breath hitches when I reach the top of his jeans. The dark trail of hair that leads down past the button of his jeans is teasing me. I want to run my tongue along it, feeling each prickle against my mouth.
“What are you going to do?” he chokes out.
“What do you want me to do?”
“Are you always such a dick?”
“Always.”
“Your boss—my soon-to-be brother-in-law—would kill you if you fucked me in the police station.”
“Who said anything about fucking?” I taunt. “I’m only inspecting you for injuries.”
“You’re inflicting them.”
“They’re the healing kind.” I pluck at the button of his jeans. “When I have you, the pain I give will feel really fucking good.”
“When?” He barks out a cold laugh. “Awfully sure of yourself, Officer.”
“I always get what I want.”
“And what do you want?”
“Something I’ll get soon enough.” I pull away, letting the material of his double layer of shirts fall back down, covering his naked torso. “You’ll see.”
His glare is murderous. “Don’t fucking touch me.”
“Already did. Too late, kid.”
“Call me kid again.”
“And you’ll what? Fight me?” I laugh. “I’m the one with the badge and gun and handcuffs. I’m the one with the power.”
His nostrils flare, lust still swimming in his hazel orbs. “Again, how are you a cop?”
“Again, lack of options.”
“You’re evil. Aren’t cops supposed to uphold the law?”
“I arrest the bad guys.” I smirk at him. “I punish the bad boys.”
Crimson floods over his cheeks. He’s sassy as fuck, but he wants to play my games. I’m an asshole and have peculiar bedroom desires. The fact this kid is desperate for the unknown has me eager to show him…everything.