Unlawful Entry, page 10
part #3 of Carnal Mischief Series
I lift my head to give him a cheeky grin, and he gives me a severe look in return. We live on the second floor, after all.
I giggle. “You know you loved it.”
“I did.” His voice comes out gruff, and I know he’s thinking of that moment in graphic detail. His fingers resume their swirling…higher up, tracing the edge of my yoga shorts.
“Maybe we could find a different public sex scenario,” I suggest as I settle back into him. “One where you can really let loose.”
“Maybe.”
His fingers inch under my shorts, and I’m really, really glad I wore a stretchy pair that gives him easy access. He traces the crease at the top of my thigh.
It won’t be long until he figures out what I really have on under the shorts.
“Maybe in Central Park? There have to be lots of semiprivate places there.” My words are coming out all breathy now, and I inch my legs wider, need making me shiver.
“Definitely not.”
His torturous fingers finally brush my center, and I hear him suck in a breath. “What are these?” he whispers. “You said boring old cotton.”
I feign innocence. “Did I?”
With lazy fingers he explores the crotchless panties I wore just for him. Except he’s not touching me where I really want yet.
“Maybe we could find a place in the park,” he murmurs. “Late at night. And you have to wear these.”
His cock digs into my hip through our layers of clothing. My responsible cop really does like the idea of public sex, even if it has him slightly panicked. I adore that I can drive him out of that comfort zone.
He lazily circles my clit with his finger. I shudder, then moan when he dips that finger between my folds and starts finger-fucking me slowly.
“I have a better idea tonight, though,” he murmurs into my neck, nipping at my ear and pulling more shivers from my heated flesh.
He raises his head, and the smile fades from his lips, his brilliantly blue eyes going intense. I already know what he wants. Hell, I’ve been wet all day in anticipation.
His finger trails some of that wetness from my pussy to my still-virgin puckered entrance and presses ever so lightly. “You think you’re ready for me, baby?”
I nod. We decided early on to save this particular act for a special occasion, because it’s a huge fantasy for both of us. Celebrating my promotion and moving in together seems perfect.
“Mmm,” he rumbles. “In that case…”
He scoops me up and pushes to his feet. I cling to his neck and laugh at his sudden enthusiasm. Nothing like checking a fantasy off both of our lists to cure exhaustion.
“I’ve been dreaming about this,” he growls in my ear. “I’m going to work my cock into that tight little ass nice and slow. I’ll make it so good, you’ll be screaming my name before I’m even balls-deep. And trust me, baby—I’m going to be balls-deep before we’re done.”
The laughter falls from my lips on a moan.
He chuckles and nips my earlobe. He knows what his dirty talk does to me. “Then, when I finally fuck that ass, when you’re sobbing and begging and promising me anything if I’ll give you just a little more, I’m going to shove the biggest vibrator you’ve got in that pussy and fuck the hell out of both your holes. You’ll be so full of cock you won’t be able to breathe.”
My mouth drops open.
Holy. Shit. Also, yes, please.
He takes one look at my face and bursts into laughter.
“Zach!” I smack his arm. “You can’t say stuff like that to me. I’m sexually fragile!”
That just makes him laugh harder. I can’t help it—seeing him this happy makes my heart melt like a cherry Popsicle on a hot summer day.
He tosses me onto our bed—the very first thing he reassembled, for obvious reasons—and grins down at me. “Ryssa Leikvold,” he begins, stripping off his shirt, “you are my dream woman.” His jeans and underwear come off next.
I gasp at the sight of his swollen cock, precome leaking from the tip.
He prowls toward me on the bed, all that exposed skin making me shiver. Or maybe it’s the way his piercing blue eyes undress me layer by layer. All I know is I want to be naked, too.
He pins me down before I can shimmy out of my clothes. “I love you,” he says. “And if you’ll have me, I’m going to marry you someday.”
For the second time in as many minutes, I’m struck speechless.
He kind of looks like he is, too. Maybe he didn’t mean to say that?
But if he did…
Zach Kayle wants to marry me? Me, the girl who can’t seem to keep her glasses on straight, has a proclivity for boring clothes, and randomly spouts science facts when she’s nervous?
And yet I’m not spouting any now. That means something, right?
I blink up at him, drowning in intense blue eyes filled with hope. “Are you…proposing?”
He turns an adorable shade of red. “No,” he says quickly. “I mean, it’s too soon, right?”
I nod. “Right.”
“You’re probably not ready for anything like that,” he continues. “I mean, you might not even think I’m the guy for you. That’s important, obviously.” He tries to smile at that, but I see the panic tightening the corners of his mouth.
A smile tugs at my lips. This man—this sexy, complex, overprotective man—has been my fantasy from the beginning. And now he’s my reality. I can’t imagine anything better than belonging to him.
He clears his throat and pushes himself up. “Actually, forget I said anything. This night was supposed to be about celebrating, so that’s what we should do.” His gaze darts around the room. “Where did you put your vibrators?”
I can’t help it. I grin. “Zach.”
He looks at me. Yep, he’s definitely panicking.
God, I love him.
“Just so you know…” I say, tugging on his hand. He’s too far away. “If you had been proposing, I’d have said yes.”
Everything in his body goes absolutely still. I don’t even think he’s breathing. “Yeah?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“Oh.” He carefully settles himself back between my legs. “Well, good. That’s good.”
I kiss the tip of his nose. “Mrs. Officer Kayle has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?”
I don’t think I’ve ever seen his eyes darken quite as fast as they do now. He grabs my knees and opens me wide to him. The position grinds his cock against me.
“You’ll have me?” he asks. “Don’t say it if you don’t mean it.”
“I’ll have you. I want you,” I say. “Forever.”
His eyes are wild but so full of hope, I could cry with how much I want him.
He presses a kiss to my lips. “The forever’s what you’ll get, baby.”
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