She stepped out of it and into the shower, pulling the curtain closed behind her for a moment. She popped her head out and found Jack with his hands on his hips.
“What, no invitation?” he asked.
“What’s the password?” she teased.
Her eyes roaming over his torso, she noticed his hard body had grown even more muscular since he’d entered the academy. His chest seemed more expansive, his abs even more defined. His calloused hands fumbled with his belt for a moment, then he seductively slid it out of the loops of his jeans as if he were doing a striptease. Then he lowered his pants and boxers at the same time, revealing his cock. It was hard and ready for her.
“Is the password naked?” he asked.
She paused for a moment as if she were thinking it over. “Permission to come aboard, Officer Brooks,” she said, smiling.
“That’s something they’d say in the Navy, not the NYPD,” he laughed.
“Whatever,” she said with a wink.
She opened the shower curtain and he climbed in, his hands immediately finding her hips. He smirked, kissing her once on the lips before kneeling in front of her.
The warm water sprayed over her body, caressing her backside, as Jack’s hands trailed up her wet thighs, tugging them gently apart. She widened her stance, gripping the shower ledge for support when she felt his tongue on her. He tasted her in long, slow strokes and she felt the muscles of her leg twitch involuntarily. She let her head fall back slightly, allowing herself to feel the water run down the length of her hair. Suddenly Jack’s lips circled her clit and she cried out. She placed her other hand behind his head, her hips grinding in a circular motion against him. He groaned, the vibrations of his voice stimulating her more.
He looked up and met her eyes with a smoldering gaze. She lightly pushed his wet hair away from his face, and with their gazes still locked, she felt his bottom teeth ever so slightly graze her clit and two of his fingers go inside her. Soon his fingers were moving faster, coaxing an orgasm from her. He started to lick her clit in small fast strokes and she could feel herself close to her peak. But she knew feeling him inside her was what her sex was aching for, so she took a step backwards as she tried to catch her breath.
Jack stood and she admired the way the water slid down his taut muscles.
“I want you” was all she could manage to say.
Jack stood and bent his head down to kiss her, placing one of his hands on her cheek. She put her hand on top of his and guided it down the length of her neck, over her breasts. He fondled her for a moment, caressing her sensitive, pebbled nipples, before sliding down her stomach and firmly gripping her leg, easing it upwards until her foot was planted on the tiled wall behind him. She leaned forward into him and gripped his shaft, bringing the length to graze her hot center. He let his tip slowly run up and down the length of her, circling her clit a few times. She felt a rush of blood flow to it, an incredible heat pooling between her thighs.
She grabbed him and guided it inside of her. The feel of him stole her breath. He went in as far as he could and she felt herself clench around him. He moaned.
“You feel so good,” he choked out.
Both his hands gripped her waist, holding her steady as he pumped into her, each stroke growing more forceful. He let one of his thumbs settle on her clit, rubbing her in time with his thrusts. An intense pleasure was building within her, making her muscles shake. She dug her nails into Jack’s chest and held on as he continued to buck into her.
“Oh god, I’m so close, Jack,” she said, bending forward and biting him lightly on the shoulder.
Suddenly she felt a warmness within her—Jack’s sweet release. The sensation was beyond words, sending her over the edge.
Jack crumpled forward, nuzzling her shoulder, kissing her as he tried to catch his breath.
“Look at us. Apartment, school, job? Is any of this real?” he laughed.
The shower continued to pour over them, the water droplets like a million tiny little caresses. “I know,” Charlotte said. “We’re normal people now.”
Jack pulled back to look into her eyes. He placed his hands on either side of her face. He looked oddly serious. “Does it feel weird to be dating a soon-to-be cop instead of a menace to society?” Jack asked.
“Well that whole bad boy thing was certainly part of your allure when we were teenagers...” Charlotte admitted, twirling a strand of her wet hair between her fingers.
“That’s what I mean! Won’t you find me kind of...boring?” Jack pouted slightly.
She smiled and reached down to grab his cock, stroking him a few times.
“Oh, I know you still got some bad in you, baby,” she said as she leaned in and put her cheek against his. “You may be Jason Brooks to the force, but you’ll always be Jackson Holloway to me,” she whispered.
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ISBN-13: 9781460323649
TEMPTED BY HIS WICKED KISS
Copyright © 2013 by Dana Hamilton
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