The possession.
It’s everything I’ve always wanted and never had. He towers over me, encapsulating my body with his. Our fingers fight against each other, and I have no idea where he’s taking us until Sullivan opens a door, and I know by the clean spicy scent we’re in his apartment. He backs me up far enough until we get to his bedroom.
Instead of the passionate coming together we usually have, this is slow. The setting sun shining through the window, bathing us in the glow of the afternoon.
Pulling back, I try to figure out how to get him out of his uniform. “Help me,” I beg, my fingers failing in frustration.
“Give me a minute, I need to store my gear.”
Sixty seconds is much too long, but I release him from my grip, having a seat on his bed while I watch him from across the room. Our eyes meet one another, his gaze traveling over my body mine taking in everything that keeps him alive while he’s away from me. First he removes the gun from the holster, checks the chamber, and puts it in a safe I hadn’t noticed before. The gun belt is next, draped over the chair beside his bed. Then he’s dealing with the buttons of his uniform shirt.
“Come here.” His low, sexy voice beckons me as he pulls the tails from his pants.
As quickly as I can, I’m up and over to where he stands. There’s a bullet-proof vest covering his chest. “How do I get this off?”
“It’s Velcro,” he answers, grasping the back of my neck to pull me in to steal a kiss.
Trembling fingers find the closures, pulling on them and then lifting it up and over his head, causing us to break apart. He breathes deeply.
“You sound like you just took your bra off at the end of the day,” I giggle, burying my face in the indent of his collar bone.
“I suppose it feels that way.” He laughs along with me.
Underneath he wears a shirt and it’s my pleasure to grip it in my fingers, yanking it over his head. He tries to pull my mouth back to him, but I resist, gazing up under my lashes. “You’ve explored my body many times, Sully. It’s my turn now.”
Moving him around, I push him back against the bed, smirking when he bounces slightly. I’m wearing a dress today and it takes a small flick of my wrist at the back to have it in a pool at my feet. Black bra and panties are what I wore today, and had I known I’d be getting naked with Sullivan, I couldn’t have picked anything better.
Before he can prop himself up on his elbows, I straddle his hips, putting my hands on his chest. I love the way he has a slight smattering of hair. So many men who have a body like his shave their chests. Mine though? He doesn’t.
Leaning down I kiss from the first ab muscle at the top of his belly to his throat. Nipping, licking, and sucking as I make my way to his lips. He groans in satisfaction when we meet in a melding of passion. His fingers tangle in my hair adjusting me to his liking, although I’m on top. The other hand travels down my body, snaking under the lace of my panties.
“Sully,” I moan as his fingers dip into my body from behind.
“You like that?” He smiles against my mouth.
“Yes! God yes!”
It’s all he needs to flip me over, ripping the edges of my bra down so his lips can contour themselves to my left nipple. His right hand doesn’t stop from where it’s thumbing against my clit, pressing two fingers into my pussy.
I’m riding his fingers, seeking out his hard cock. It’s jutting against me. Ripping his teeth from my peaked breasts, I force his eyes to meet mine. “I want you.”
“We should have the talk.” He presses himself up on his hands, hovering over me.
“The talk?”
“Birth control, Counselor. What do I need to do for you?”
God this man. He’s not asking what I can do for him, but what he can do for me.
“I’m on the pill. I trust you if you feel the same as me.”
He’s up on his feet, stripping his uniform pants and underwear down. I have no idea where or how his shoes are taken off, all I know is when I move to unhook my bra and slip off panties his guttural voice stops me.
“Leave them on, Shelby.”
Dark eyes run up and down my body as I lay on his bed, waiting for him to come to me. Running a finger up my arm, I play with the strap, pulling it slightly off. “What are you waiting on, officer?”
In a flash his body is covering mine. My hand goes between us grabbing his length, sighing excitedly when it kicks against my grip.
“I’ve been thinking about this for too long, Shelby. I wanna make it good for you.”
“It will be.” I guide him to my entrance, pulling the lace to the side. “If you knew how many times I touched myself thinking about you, you wouldn’t have kept me waiting this long.”
He growls as he eases into me. My fingers grip his shoulders, urging him on. “Fuck, Shelby.” He buries his face in my neck. “You fit me like a goddamn glove.”
“I was made for you,” I gasp, moving my hands up to his hair, tugging tightly, pressing him further into my skin. “Don’t take it easy on me, Sullivan. Give me everything.”
He rises on his knees, spreading my thighs further apart, as he plunges and withdraws. If I could, I would clasp my legs around his waist and hold him tightly, but I’m spread too far apart by his legs, and the thumb he’s managed to sneak between us again.
“Oh God,” he grunts as he picks up the pace, causing the headboard to beat a steady rhythm against the wall. “Oh God, oh God, oh God,” he sputters as his movements come to a crescendo.
I’m crazed as I do my best to keep up with him. Right as he goes still, caught in a strong thrust, he presses me over the edge. Together we come in an upheaval of bodies.
“Damn, Sully,” I laugh slightly as I turn into his chest.
“I think you killed me,” he accuses, his chest heaving.
Pressing up onto my shoulder, I give him a grin. “Maybe you should arrest me.”
Chapter 24
Sulllivan
“Dispatch, I’m taking lunch,” I radio in as I pull up to The Café. It’s been a long shift and I’m fucking starving. Rain moved in overnight, and it hasn’t stopped in the last few hours.
“Gotcha, Sully.”
Parking farther down than I’d like to, I get out, sprinting to the entrance, doing my best to stay dry. When I get under the awning, I slow my roll, shaking the water off my rain coat. Looking around to find an empty seat, I see the woman of my dreams at a booth by herself. Shelby’s got her laptop to the side, a plate of food in front of her, and she’s so focused on it, she hasn’t noticed me. A spring in my step, I walk up to her table.
“Is this seat taken?”
Her gaze flies over to me, a smile spreading across her face. It’s intimate, reminding me of the night we had, less than twenty-four hours ago. My thighs are still burning from the energy I expended making love to her.
“Hey,” she whispers, biting her bottom lip, her eyes moving up and down my body.
“Hey,” I answer back, giving her a smile of my own.
She scoots over, closing her laptop. “It’s yours.”
It’s all the invitation I need to slide in next to her, draping my arm along the back of the seat. She turns into my, kissing my jawline. It’s my favorite thing she does.