His Taste of Temptation: In the Line of Duty, Book 3 by Cathryn Fox Page A

fought the urge to come, never wanting this moment to end, but the need to release became so intense it was almost painful. He trembled from head to toe, and concentrated on the sensations as her scent fueled his lust.
    Burning up, he pulled his cock out, and then jerked his hips forward, driving every inch back inside her tight sheath. A wheezing sound crawled out of his throat and his brain shut down, nothing existing but this moment, this woman. Christ he was lost, so damn lost in her. She squeezed her pussy muscles around his dick, and he knew he was fighting a losing battle, his restraint a thing of the past.
    “Ah fuck,” he grunted, his balls tightening as he shuddered in surrender. His nostrils flared and his jaw clenched as an orgasm exploded through him. With his fingers biting into her hips, bruising her skin, he splashed his seed inside her, wanting nothing more than to leave them both a hot, wet mess when this was over.
    He stayed on top of her for a long time, until his cock stopped pulsing and her body went limp. By small degrees he pulled out, and she whimpered when he slid off her and sprawled out beside her. She rolled over onto her back and he pulled her close. When she rested her head on his shoulder and released a contented sigh, he felt a small measure of panic, suddenly unnerved by how real this all felt.

Chapter Four
    Bright rays of light slanting on the bedroom wall pulled Madison awake. She stretched and breathed deep, happy that her nose was clear and the medication seemed to have kicked her cold to the curb. Blinking her eyes open, she shot a glance around the room, her fuzzy mind trying to figure out where she was as her joints groaned in protest. She shifted, and when muscles that she hadn’t used in far too long ached in the most delightful ways, she jackknifed upright and shot a glance from left to right.
    “Oh my God!” she said when she found Brad sprawled out beside her, his gorgeous body completely uncovered, completely naked, and calling out to her in the most sinful ways. She bit her bottom lip and her fingers twitched as memories of last night—her dream—crashed over her.
    Except, she quickly realized, it hadn’t been a dream at all. She’d had sex with Brad.
    She’d had sex with Brad!
    But not only did she have sex—unbelievable, orgasmic, mind-blowing sex—with him, she acted like a goddamn wanton woman. Lacking any sort of inhibition, she’d ground her pussy against his face, moaning and groaning without censure, and even going so far to touch herself in front of him. Oh Christ, in her drug-induced semi-conscious state, she did lascivious, down and dirty things she never would have done had she been in her right mind. And with Brad of all guys.
    But by God it was so good…
    She gripped the hem of her nightshirt, which was still shoved up over her breasts, and pulled it down to her thighs to cover herself. Shocked by what had happened, she drew her knees to her chest, unable to stifle the low, tortured groan sounding in her throat as she buried her face in her hand. How would she ever face him? Then it occurred to her that he was going to be just as mortified as her when he woke up. As she mulled that over, there was another part of her, a small part that wondered—hoped—he’d crawled in here because he wanted her.
    The feel of Brad’s palms closing over hers—the same calloused palms that touched her body so eagerly last night—had her sucking in a sharp breath.
    “Hey,” he said, his voice soft, his eyes questioning as they pulled her hands from her face. “Are you okay?” he asked, looking sleepy, tousled and so damn sexy it took effort to keep her thoughts focused.
    “Brad,” she began, but had no idea what to say. “I…I…”
    “Madison,” he whispered, a frown knitting his brows together as his glance went from her to the mussed sheet. “Wait.” He ran his hands through his hair and briefly pinched his eyes shut. “Did we…?”
    She sat there,