their holsters clashed. He chuckled at the sound and then removed his gun from its holster. Basia followed his lead. Without warning, he pushed her against the bar. Her eyes moved down to where his hands landed on her thighs.
He pressed tighter and then slowly, inch by inch, moved his hands toward her breasts. Too much fabric frustrated him, and he slipped a finger in between the opening of two buttons. One simple touch of her skin ignited his arousal. He lightly caressed her skin each time he undid a button. His eyes remained focused on her lips. When the tip of her tongue wet her lips, he traced the outline of them with the tip of his finger. She squirmed against his tightened denim with a soft moan. The feel of her against him, the thought of being inside her drove him over the edge. He aggressively opened her blouse and then gently felt the lace covering her breasts. Her hardened tips confirmed what she wanted. The same thing he did.
She grasped his belt with one hand and quickly unbuckled it. Her fierce desire to undress him excited him further. Basia ripped his shirt loose from his jeans and she pulled it over his head. Her fingers brushed through his hair until her hands had a good grip. She pulled him down hard to her breasts. He released the front latch with his teeth and heard her soft whimper when his tongue flickered across her hardened nipple. Her cry for him to make love to her only invited him to continue his tease. He licked, suckled, and squeezed until he felt her hand vigorously reach inside his jeans and underneath. Once her fingers embraced his hard cock, he found it difficult to continue to tease her.
“You’re making me lose control here,” Riley whispered out of breath.
Basia smiled. “Good. Then make love to me.”
He didn’t respond. Riley took her hand and led her to his bed. The need to satisfy this woman was all that mattered.
“I expect you’ll keep this between us,” Basia whispered in the dark. Her head rested on his chest. She gently touched the arm he’d wrapped around her.
“Yes,” he sleepily confirmed. This woman easily exhausted him. He didn’t need any further complications at work. He needed to get off the desk and back on the street. He closed his eyes and drifted to sleep with an incredible woman in his arms.
Riley woke before his alarm, the room still dark. He reached out for her but only felt the empty spot where she’d been. He felt a tinge of sadness sweep through his heart. That thought scared him. Normally, he’d pray the woman he’d invited into his bed would be gone before he woke. Most times, he’d go to their place and sneak out as soon as they’d fallen asleep. Riley missed the touch of her skin against his. Confused by his thoughts he got out of bed. 4:35 the digits on the microwave struck his eyes in the darkened kitchen. He wondered how long she’d slept in his arms. Why the hell does this woman haunt me? He flicked the button on his coffeepot. He hoped a cold shower would cure the ache he felt with her not there. He had never allowed a woman inside his head, let alone his heart.
****
Basia wanted to stay with Riley. No man had ever awakened her senses the way he had the past two nights. With every ounce of strength, she fought those feelings. She promised herself she’d never trust another man, not after Darek. She abided to one-night-stands. Anything beyond would only inflict feelings she chose to never experience again. She knew she was in trouble. Riley had become an addiction; only he could give her the fix she needed. Even though their encounters were short and never personal, her heart crossed that line. She sat in
He pressed tighter and then slowly, inch by inch, moved his hands toward her breasts. Too much fabric frustrated him, and he slipped a finger in between the opening of two buttons. One simple touch of her skin ignited his arousal. He lightly caressed her skin each time he undid a button. His eyes remained focused on her lips. When the tip of her tongue wet her lips, he traced the outline of them with the tip of his finger. She squirmed against his tightened denim with a soft moan. The feel of her against him, the thought of being inside her drove him over the edge. He aggressively opened her blouse and then gently felt the lace covering her breasts. Her hardened tips confirmed what she wanted. The same thing he did.
She grasped his belt with one hand and quickly unbuckled it. Her fierce desire to undress him excited him further. Basia ripped his shirt loose from his jeans and she pulled it over his head. Her fingers brushed through his hair until her hands had a good grip. She pulled him down hard to her breasts. He released the front latch with his teeth and heard her soft whimper when his tongue flickered across her hardened nipple. Her cry for him to make love to her only invited him to continue his tease. He licked, suckled, and squeezed until he felt her hand vigorously reach inside his jeans and underneath. Once her fingers embraced his hard cock, he found it difficult to continue to tease her.
“You’re making me lose control here,” Riley whispered out of breath.
Basia smiled. “Good. Then make love to me.”
He didn’t respond. Riley took her hand and led her to his bed. The need to satisfy this woman was all that mattered.
“I expect you’ll keep this between us,” Basia whispered in the dark. Her head rested on his chest. She gently touched the arm he’d wrapped around her.
“Yes,” he sleepily confirmed. This woman easily exhausted him. He didn’t need any further complications at work. He needed to get off the desk and back on the street. He closed his eyes and drifted to sleep with an incredible woman in his arms.
Riley woke before his alarm, the room still dark. He reached out for her but only felt the empty spot where she’d been. He felt a tinge of sadness sweep through his heart. That thought scared him. Normally, he’d pray the woman he’d invited into his bed would be gone before he woke. Most times, he’d go to their place and sneak out as soon as they’d fallen asleep. Riley missed the touch of her skin against his. Confused by his thoughts he got out of bed. 4:35 the digits on the microwave struck his eyes in the darkened kitchen. He wondered how long she’d slept in his arms. Why the hell does this woman haunt me? He flicked the button on his coffeepot. He hoped a cold shower would cure the ache he felt with her not there. He had never allowed a woman inside his head, let alone his heart.
****
Basia wanted to stay with Riley. No man had ever awakened her senses the way he had the past two nights. With every ounce of strength, she fought those feelings. She promised herself she’d never trust another man, not after Darek. She abided to one-night-stands. Anything beyond would only inflict feelings she chose to never experience again. She knew she was in trouble. Riley had become an addiction; only he could give her the fix she needed. Even though their encounters were short and never personal, her heart crossed that line. She sat in
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