New Species 12 Darkness by Laurann Dohner

from his chest. His lips trailed upward to her earlobe and he stopped kissing her.
    “Tell me who you really work for.”
    She tried to clear her mind. He was good. She had almost forgotten she was still being interrogated via seduction. She was turned-on and he had the sexiest voice ever when he spoke in that gruff whisper.
    “Bakersfield Police Department, crime lab.” She tensed, hoping it wouldn’t piss him off.
    He chuckled, to her surprise. “I’m going to break you, sweetheart. It’s going to be a pleasure for both of us.”
    She tried to turn to look at him but he dipped his head and started kissing her neck again. He caressed the curve of her hip and his thumb hooked beneath the band of her underwear. He pulled it down on one side and she was very aware of the material lowering, dangerously close to exposing her mound.
    “No real foreplay first?” She longed to have him actually touch her there.
    “I’m motivating you to tell the truth.”
    His hand moved and the back of his fingers played with the skin he’d exposed. He nipped her again on the curve of her shoulder. She jerked against him and gasped. It seemed to encourage him to trail hot kisses up her neck while rubbing slow circles with his fingertips precariously close to her sex.
    She clenched her teeth as a slow throbbing began in her clit and heat spread to her belly, causing it to ache too. Ignore it. You’re making this too easy. Her mind knew it but her body didn’t listen. In desperation, she decided to spread her palms on his chest. The handcuffs restricted her movement. He reached between them and gripped the chain, jerking them to the side so she couldn’t touch him.
    “I should be able to touch you back.”
    That made him lift his head and arch an eyebrow in question. “You’re the one who said I shouldn’t play by the rules. There is no ‘fair’ in this room, sweetheart.”
    “That’s your plan? Only you can do the touching?”
    His nostrils flared and his sexy smile curved into a smug grin. “Yes. I can smell how you respond to me.”
    He’s full of shit. It made her angry and she latched on to that feeling, hoping it would help her resist him. “Bullshit.”
    “You’re getting wet.”
    “It takes more than a few kisses to get me that hot.”
    He chuckled. “That’s a bold lie.” His fingers stilled their stroking. “Should I prove it?”
    He turned his hand and inched lower, keeping it between her underwear and skin until it was the only thing that covered her pussy. The feel of his palm was shocking but he wasn’t done. He traced the line of her slit and slid one fingertip between her pussy lips.
    She tried to buck her hips away from him but he released the chain and hooked his arm around her waist, jerking her body against his. He slowly moved his fingertip enough to press against her clit. She moaned at the pleasure.
    “Wet,” he confirmed. “Very wet.” His fingertip applied a little pressure to her clit and stroked.
    Kat rested her forehead against his chest and closed her eyes. She battled her body, trying to block the pleasure that radiated through her system. She had never been trained to resist an attack on the most sensitive spot on her body.
    “That’s so not fair.”
    He leaned in and started to kiss her throat again. Her knees threatened to buckle but he kept her upright. She wanted to do a little tormenting too.
    The finger rubbing her clit stilled and he ceased kissing her throat. “Who do you work for? Don’t lie, sweetheart.”
    “Do you stop if I tell you?”
    “Yes.”
    “The crime lab.”
    His hot breath fanned her skin. “At this pace, you’re going to beg me to make you come in about five minutes or less.” His voice deepened. “I’ll stop long enough for your passion to cool and we’ll start again. I can do this for hours until you’re drenched in sweat and hurting so bad to come that you’ll tell me anything I want to know just to make the agony stop. It will turn into