Page 27 of Caught With the Sheriff

“I don’t know about you but I think I’ve had enough people for now.”

I lean over and rest my head on his shoulder, feeling the ball of muscle shift. “I think that sounds perfect. Take me wherever you are and that’s where I want to be. Forever.”

He grins. “What a fantastic ending, Miss Romance Writer. I’ve always wondered about all those sex scenes in those books. What’s your inspiration?”

“It’s hard to tell you. Why don’t you just let me show you?”

His foot hits the floor and the car jerks forward with a throaty roar. I throw my head back and laugh.

So much for Mr. Control.

CHAPTER 11

Jasper

She’s standing in front of me and her eyes won’t meet mine. Her hands are at her sides, balled into fists.

“We don’t have to do this right now if you don’t want to.” Even if it kills me to wait. My dick is rock-hard in my work pants. They are nowhere near as forgiving as jeans either. I’m sporting a tent that could put her eye out if she gets too close.

“I promise I won’t hurt you, sprite. I would never.”

“I know that,” she says. And then she tugs at the t-shirt she’s wearing and pulls it over her head.

All that pretty white skin. I hiss out a breath and try not to rush her. Instead I pull my t-shirt over the back of my head. Her eyes go molten bright and drift down my chest. But she doesn’t move towards me. Instead she reaches down and unbuttons her jeans, slipping them down her curvy legs until they pool on the floor. Then she stands tall and just waits.

“I swear, sprite. You are a vision.”

She shakes her head, her bottom lip tucked between her teeth. Then she sighs. “I’m not perfect for you.”

I shake my head violently. “I don’t want to hear that kind of shit. You are perfect for me. I don’t see those damn scars that you think are so bad. They don’t mean anything to me except thewoman I love is a survivor. She didn’t give up even when life got hard. We all have some scars. Hell, I’ve got one too.”

She comes closer and touches my cheek. “This tiny thing? That’s nothing.”

“My ex threw a bottle at my face and it shattered. Cut me pretty good.”

Her eyes widen. “Why?” she breathes.

“She was drunk. She didn’t want me to take Claudia. Didn’t want me to leave.”

“Is she still in your life?” Her hand cradles my jaw and she reaches up to kiss my chin, my cheek, standing on tiptoes.

“Nope. She signed over all her rights to Claudia and took off for a beach somewhere where she could drink to her heart’s content. I had to pay her for the privilege but it was worth it to get rid of her.”

“I see,” I whisper. “Do you still love her?”

I shake my head and smile, pulling her into my arms. Her breasts flatten against my chest and my dick is throbbing for her. “I don’t think I ever loved her. I sure as hell never felt like this about her. I’ve never felt as wild about anyone until I met you. Until I saw those soft eyes and that sweet smile peek around the door.

And then the next day you told me off and that was it!Bam!Magic.

She giggles and then she steps back again. I want to rip her clothes off but I want her to own her desire. Want her to be in charge of what happens at all times.

Unless she gives it to me. One day I hope she does but until then, she’s the boss of me and I’m gonna love every minute of it.

She reaches behind her back and unclips her bra, shifts her slender shoulders and it drops to the ground. My mouth waters and I run my hand across my jaw.

“Fuck, you’re killing me, sprite.”

Like she knows I’m on the edge, she steps close and reaches out for my pants, undoing the buckle and sliding it off. My utility belt is already locked in my car trunk. Then she tugs my pants open and slips her little hand inside my boxer briefs.