Protecting whats his, p.15
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       Protecting Whats His, p.15
 

         Part #1 of Line of Duty series by Tessa Bailey
Page 15

 

  “I like a woman who can make a decent sports reference. ”

  “Then get used to disappointment because my career in sports references just peaked at one. ”

  Sighing heavily, she slid off the counter, careful not to touch him. “So, it appears we’ve well and truly blurred the lines tonight. ”

  “What do you mean?”

  “We were working our way up to something, I’m not sure what. But here we are, roommates, and that paints everything in a different light. ”

  His eyebrow quirked up. “Make an attempt to be clear, please. ”

  “I mean we can’t sleep together now. If we did, you’d never know if I consented merely because I was grateful for your help. And I’ll always wonder if you only invited us to stay to score points and get me into the sack. ”

  “Ginger, are you sure the ceiling didn’t hit you on the head tonight?”

  Her face showed disapproval. “Now, Lieutenant, it’s impolite to discuss my recent upset. ”

  He gave her a look.

  “There’s only one way redefine the lines and put us back on equal footing. I’m going to pay you rent until we get back into our apartment. That way, we’ll never have to wonder. ”

  “Ginger. ”

  “Wait. I have two rules. No more detectives coming into Sensation and getting in my hair. I’ve never needed a babysitter before and I sure don’t need ten of them now. ”

  God, this woman exasperated him. She stood a foot away from him wearing a transparent T-shirt and panties, oblivious to the danger she was in of being dragged to the floor and f**ked into submission, giving him rules.

  “And the second rule?”

  “Huh?”

  “You said there were two rules. ”

  She appeared to be deep in thought. “Oh, right. The most important one. No sex until I’m back in my apartment. ”

  He barked out a laugh. “Baby, I’m not sure I can make it five more minutes. ”

  Ginger’s mouth dropped open, her wide eyes dropping briefly to the bulge pressing against his sweatpants. “Derek, I’m serious about this. I’m not going to be your live-in booty call. ”

  The hot mist from the unused shower had slowly begun filling the room, making the air around them warm and sticky. Water pelting the bathtub and glass shower door created a constant drumming noise, muting their voices to anyone but each other. It felt incredibly intimate, being half-dressed with her in his bathroom. Seeing her among his things. Hearing the soft hum of her voice through the curling steam.

  Her hair, dry when he’d entered the bathroom, had begun curling in the humidity, sticking to her neck and chest, which rose and fell in a shuddering breath upon seeing the look in his eyes. Unerringly, his gaze landed on her taut, pink ni**les, visible to him through her clinging nightshirt.

  Derek stepped toward Ginger, forcing her back with his body. He kept walking until she sat on the counter once more. Placing his hips between her parted legs, Derek ran his hands slowly up her calves and circled her knees slowly, before gripping her bare thighs.

  He spoke directly into her ear. “I don’t give a f**k about blurring the lines. You won’t see my men at the bar anymore, but that’s the only one of your rules I’ll concede. ” She started to argue, but he squeezed her thighs tightly to keep her silent. “I’m not a total bastard, Ginger. I’d already decided tonight wasn’t going to happen before I came in here. Otherwise, I’d be pounding an orgasm out of you right now. ”

  Her breath caught and she started squirming restlessly on the counter. Derek knew if he kept talking and pushed a little harder, he could have her here and now. But he wouldn’t allow it. She’d hate him afterward for taking advantage of her emotional state and back off permanently. One time with her would not be enough, so that didn’t work for him.

  But God, her naked body was driving him insane. Derek made the mistake of burying his face in her neck to catch her wildflower scent. Her head dropped back, begging him for more contact, and before he knew it, his mouth opened to kiss and suck her damp skin. Ginger moaned, sliding to the very end of the counter. His survival instincts told him to move back, away from her, but his body ignored reason and moved closer. Naked thighs came up to circle his hips, and then her core was pressing and moving against his erection.

  “Sweet f**king hell,” he gritted. The thin panties she wore provided almost no barrier between them. He could reach down, rip them off, and be inside her within seconds. He allowed himself one hard thrust against her, startling a cry from her lips, before stepping away. The physical pain he experienced looking at Ginger, half-naked and willing, while in his aroused state nearly broke him.

  “Derek, don’t do this to me again. ”

  Placing his hands on either side of her waist, his head dropped forward. She was right. He couldn’t leave her like this. Not a second time. Even if it might kill him.

  Derek roughly pulled Ginger off the counter and turned her around to face the mirror. He yanked her back against his body so she could feel his need for her, then brought her hands up around the back of his neck. The position stretched her body, leaving her completely vulnerable to him.

  Derek’s hands dropped to the hem of her T-shirt, skimming up and over her rib cage before taking her naked br**sts in his hands. His fingers pulled lightly on her ni**les before soothing them in circles with his palms. She seemed to love that. Her head turned toward him, seeking his mouth for a kiss, and Derek obliged. He kissed her the way he sensed she wanted it—thorough and dirty. He licked at her until she protested, then punished her mouth for daring to ask for more.

  “Derek, please. Please. ” She reached down with one hand and tried to pull off her T-shirt.

  “No, no. The shirt stays on. ”

  “Why?”

  “Because if I see your naked br**sts, I’m going to want to suck your pretty little ni**les. And if I suck your ni**les, I’m going to need to bury my c**k inside you. ”

  She moaned against his neck, her sexy ass writhing against his rampant hard-on. In that moment, he swore he’d never wanted anything more in his life than to bend Ginger forward and take what he already considered his.

  Knowing he couldn’t last much longer and still walk away, his hand slid down her stomach and slipped inside the red, silky panties she wore. Encountering her slick wetness, Derek came very close to losing his tenuous resolve. He slid his middle finger through her heat, found her swollen nub, and began his relentless assault, circling the spot in teasing strokes, driving her crazy, then rubbing and pinching where she needed it most.

  Adding a second finger to increase the pressure on her clit, his eyes met hers in the mirror. They were beginning to glaze with her upcoming orgasm. His gaze dropped to where her hard ni**les pressed tightly against the soaked cotton, and lower, to where his hand moved rhythmically inside her panties. It was the most arousing sight he’d ever seen. “Ginger, someday soon, I’m going to put you here in this exact position and f**k you over and over again to make up for this. ”

  Ginger went over the edge, throwing back her head and swiveling her hips. He felt her pu**y clenching and trembling against his hand, so he slid two fingers deep inside to help her ride it out. He kept his fingers moving until the spasms left her and she slumped backward against him.

 
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