Page 9 of Safety Hazard
His smile was both tender and predatory. “Good. Because I’m about to ruin you for anyone else.”
Before I could process that declaration, his mouth closed around one of my nipples, teeth grazing the sensitive peak. I arched up with a startled cry, unprepared for the jolt of pleasure that shot straight to my groin. He hummed in satisfaction, alternating between gentle bites and soothing licks until I was squirming beneath him.
“Sensitive,” he observed, moving to give the other nipple the same treatment. “I like that.”
My hands found his hair, fingers tangling in the thick strands as I held him against me. “Shep,” I gasped as he bit down slightly harder. “Shep, please.”
“Please what?” he murmured against my skin, continuing his torturous path downward. “Tell me what you want, Inspector. Be specific.”
Of course he’d use my own methodical nature against me.
“I want—” I broke off with a moan as his tongue dipped into my navel. “I want your mouth on me.”
“It is on you,” he teased, breath hot against my stomach.
“Lower,” I managed, my hips lifting involuntarily.
He settled between my thighs, strong hands pressing them wider apart. “Here?” he asked, placing a kiss on the sensitive skin of my inner thigh.
“You know where,” I groaned, frustration making me bolder.
His laugh was warm against my skin. “I want to hear you say it. No bureaucratic language. Tell me exactly what you want, in plain English.”
I swallowed hard, my face burning. “I want your mouth on my cock,” I whispered.
“Louder,” he demanded, his thumbs stroking teasing circles inches from where I needed him.
“I want your mouth on my cock!” I repeated, loud enough that I would have been mortified if anyone else could have heard.
“Good boy,” he praised, and before I could bristle at the condescension, he swallowed me down in one smooth motion.
The wet heat of his mouth obliterated all thought. My back arched off the cot, a strangled cry escaping me as he took me deep. Unlike yesterday’s encounter, there was no teasing now—just relentless, skillful pleasure that had me trembling within minutes.
Just as I felt myself approaching the edge, he pulled away, leaving me gasping and desperate. “Not yet,” he growled, his voice rougher than I’d ever heard it. “I’m not done with you.”
He moved back up my body, claiming my mouth in a kiss that let me taste myself on his tongue. While I was distracted by the kiss, I felt his hand slip between us, a slick finger circling my entrance. I broke the kiss in surprise.
“Where did you get—”
“Emergency supplies,” he said with a wicked grin. “I’m always prepared.”
“That’s not standard emergency—” My protest dissolved into a moan as his finger breached me slowly, the initial discomfort quickly giving way to pleasure as he found exactly the right spot.
“You were saying?” he murmured, adding a second finger alongside the first.
I couldn’t formulate a response, too consumed by the new sensations coursing through me. It had been a very long time since I’d been with anyone like this, and never with someone who seemed to know exactly how to touch me, how to stretch me open with careful patience despite the obvious urgency of his own desire.
By the time he had three fingers working inside me, I was a writhing, begging mess—a far cry from the composed inspector who had climbed this tower. Thunder still crashed outside, rain pounded against the roof, but all I could focus on was the man above me, his eyes glowing gold in the dim light, his expression a mixture of lust and something deeper, more possessive.
“Ready?” he asked, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.
I nodded frantically. “Yes. Please, yes.”
He withdrew his fingers, leaving me empty and aching for more. I watched through half-lidded eyes as he slicked himself with more of whatever lubricant he’d produced from his magical “emergency supplies.” His cock looked even larger than I remembered, intimidatingly so.
Will he even fit?
As if reading my thoughts, he leaned down to kiss me softly. “We’ll go slow,” he promised. “Tell me if it’s too much.”
