Cait nodded, reminding herself that she actually liked this woman. She scanned her eyes up and down Cait’s body.
“Well, if that was your goal, I’m afraid you failed. You should have done something to tone down your eyes and maybe hide your shape a bit. You look lovely, and I have to say, I’m pleased to see you dressed as a bride. So many women tonight will be dressed in those dreadful bridesmaid’s dresses, looking frumpy as if that was their right. I think we have an obligation to make ourselves look attractive.” She smiled at Cait. “If nothing else, to taunt men with what they could have had, if they’d behaved better.”
Cait couldn’t stop her smile. Mrs. Warren had attitude and the chief made it quite clear she ran their household.
“Let’s go.” She clutched Cait’s hand and dragged her up the slight incline to the coat check room. The roll-up covering for the window was down. “Please, could you handle this? The volunteers will be here in thirty minutes and it’s nowhere ready to be used. Fix it, please.” With that command, she pushed Cait’s shoulder toward the door and walked away, calling for the next victim—uh, volunteer—she saw.
Cait sighed and stared at the door. This wouldn’t be so bad. She could spend her night trapped in the coat check. Could be worse.
She pushed open the door and stopped.
It just got worse.
Officer Rain Lucas looked up, his eyes filled with irritation and frustration. But after one heartbeat, his gaze dropped to her chest. Surprise flared in his brilliant stare, followed quickly by hunger.
Cait wanted to groan. The man hadn’t said two words to her beyond work in the six months since he’d been back on duty. His return to “light duty” had been one of her first jobs as the department spokesperson. The news media was all excited about an officer returning to the job after being shot. Rain had been less than thrilled. He’d refused to do interviews and barely gave her enough personal information to sound credible.
In the past six months, they’d managed a civil working relationship, and now he was staring at her breasts as if he was a teenager seeing his first skin magazine. Every time he looked at her from now on, all he would notice was her breasts. Damn, this dress had been a monumentally bad idea.
The fact that he and his friend Tanner starred in her late-night fantasies really had no place in her thoughts. It had been easier when Rain ignored her. Now the hungry look in his eyes was going to stick with her.
Tonight, he was out of the crisp blue uniform he wore on the job and dressed in a tux. The collar was open, his tie hanging down at one side. He looked disheveled and sexy—like a hunky groom who’d just had a quickie with his bride in the coat check room. Or more likely, one of the bridesmaids.
Cait’s nipples tightened behind the silk bodice but she didn’t have the courage to look down to see if they were making an appearance.
Man, it’s hot in here.
The door closed behind her with a thump, surprising both of them. The sound seemed to jerk him out of his breast-induced stupor. He snapped his eyes up and glared at her. The annoyed look helped her control the reaction of her own body.
“What?” she demanded. Instinct, honed from years in junior high as the most developed girl in her class, insisted she fold her arms over her chest but pride wouldn’t allow it. Rain was the type of man to notice and she wasn’t giving him the satisfaction.
She dropped her purse beside a chair in the corner and hesitated for just a breath before pushing her shoulders back and her chest out. Bracing herself for his reaction, she turned to face him. This time, there was no mistaking the blatant stare at her breasts.
Or the quiet “holy fuck” that escaped his lips.
Cait tried not to smile but found the urge impossible to deny. She took a breath, just to see what he would do. Oh wow. She thought he might actually start drooling.
Feeling smug, she snapped her fingers to grab his attention.
His head popped up and dang if it didn’t look as if he was blushing.
“Now…what’s the problem?”
The irritated crinkle across his lips warned he was truly annoyed.
“Are you here to fix this?” There was a touch of exasperation she’d never heard in his voice before. Strange, coming from the guy who once led the SWAT team.
“Fix what?”
He waved his hands, full of hangers, around the room. “This! Tanner abandoned me and the chief’s wife shoved me in here. She told me to fix it and walked away. What the hell do I do? I mean, do we even need this? And it was freakin’ seventy degrees today. No one is going to wear a coat tonight.”
Cait’s first reaction was to smile, but then the front of her gown inched down, the silky material sliding over her taut nipples. A shiver raced across her skin and this time she didn’t stop the urge to cross her arms. She needed a moment for Rain to look away so she could pull the bodice back in place.
“It gets chilly at night and most women will want to wear a wrap of some sort,” she explained, meeting his snarky attitude with one of her own.
“Whatever.” He sighed. “But what the hell do I do with all these tags?” He dropped the hangars onto the counter.
“You match them, hang them on the hangers.”
Feeling a little arrogant that the cop who’d faced down an armed gunman was panicked by the sight of coat hangers, she stepped forward, pushing the little tickets and cards out of the way. She took a deep breath and inhaled the most delicious scent. It was a mixture of aftershave and pure male.
The center of her pussy pulsed and her knees trembled. Yeah, eight months is definitely too long, she thought.
She looked up, unable to stop herself, staring at his sharp, defined profile. Always a bit oral, she licked her lips, imagining her mouth on his. Or her tongue sliding across his skin, running over the tight, rippled abs she pictured beneath the rumpled tux.
“Yes?”
Rain’s voice, overly sarcastic and demanding, shook her from her thoughts.
“Uh, you need to hook all these tags over the ends of the hangers.” She looked up to see if he was listening, and met his gaze. Damn, why had she never noticed his eyes were green? Beautiful green. Hypnotic and captivating. The pulsing in her pussy turned to a throb and sank, filling her core until she had to squeeze her thighs together.
She jerked her gaze away and stared at the racks of hangers behind them. “I’ll work on this part.” She forced her body to turn away—when every feminine desire demanded she rub up against him, press her breasts against those tight chest muscles, feel her nipples brush across his skin, rock her clit against his erection.
She didn’t dare look back and see if he was hard. The temptation was too great. The ache in her pussy swelled. She pressed her lips together, crushing the groan that threatened.
As she reordered the hangers, she looked over her shoulder and stared at Rain’s back, broad shoulders that tapered down just enough to his waist. He didn’t have a slim, girly kind of waist. His was narrow but looked nice and firm. And she could almost imagine the six-pack that marked the front of it.
But that was just fantasy.
His ass…now that she could see…barely visible beneath the long coat of his tux jacket. But still, the sight was lovely.
Her ex had one of those tight, skinny butts that made her feel huge.
Unable to stop her gaze, she stared at Rain’s ass. It was tight and hard, not tiny. She probably couldn’t wear his jeans, but she wouldn’t feel as though she was crushing him if she was on top.
The tugging on her bodice intensified, drawing the dress lower. She glanced down and saw the darker-pink of one nipple. Oh damn. Spinning to make sure her back was firmly directed to Rain, she grabbed the material and yanked it up. The dress once again in place, Cait turned her attention to the hangers. She counted, mentally tracking the tally in her head.
The elastic loosened once again, but she ignored it. She had work to do and it wasn’t as if the dress could slide to the ground.
Heat gushed into her pussy. Her nipples tightened painfully. This time, she glanced down and, sure enough, they were making distinct little mounds through the silk bodice.
Ignore it. Count hangers. Focus. Focus on the hangers, not on the sexy male behind you. Sexy, strong. Yummy. She licked her lips, imagining how he would taste. Unlike many women she knew, she loved giving blowjobs, liked to feel her lover’s cock against her tongue and to hold so much heat in her mouth. The warmth that had started between her legs had expanded through her body as if it was a lava flow. Air brushed her skin, cooling her, tempting her.
Temptation. That was Rain. His body, hard and strong. She knew the months of recovery had strengthened his damaged muscles and everything she could see looked in prime condition.
Damn, she could practically feel it—a long, thick cock inside her, pumping up into her pussy as she rode him.
Her knees wobbled and Cait clutched the coat rack, using the weak metal to keep herself upright. Heat and need filled the center of her body. Even as she acknowledged the insanity of it all, she wanted him, inside her, above her, his cock filling her, over and over again. The bright-green eyes staring at her as he fucked her, as she rose up and down on that hard, delicious cock.
She licked her lips and imagined him fucking her mouth.
Slowly thrusting deep, his hands in her hair, holding her in place as he worked his shaft in and out of her mouth. Another moan gripped her throat, begging for release. Maybe if she turned away, she could secretly rub her pussy against one of the metal posts to ease the ache.
Focus. Focus. She tried to command her mind, but the warmth of Rain’s body was so close and she was so cold. Shivering.
She looked down and saw her breasts. Naked. Nipples hard and tight. In fact, everything except the red scrap of silk she’d put on for panties was gone. The white wedding dress was pooled around her ankles.
How the hell had she become naked?
Concentrate. Concentrate.
Rain repeated the word over and over in his brain. Despite Tanner’s dare, he had no intention of fucking Cait tonight. Or trying to seduce her.
Hell, a woman hadn’t seen him naked since before the shooting and fire. He wasn’t going to start now. Not with the woman who put his porn star fantasies to shame.
He slipped the tab over the end of the hanger and shoved it to the side, fighting to keep a firm grip on his desires, trying to ignore the woman behind him.
Cait. Cool, controlled. Almost brittle at work. So crisp in her uniform. On a normal day, it was enough to make any man want to muss her up a bit, fuck her until she lost the sleek lines of her hair bun, until she forgot to stay in control.
But tonight, she’d walked in, and damn, he’d almost come. Thank God he’d worn a tux and the jacket was long enough to cover his hard-on.
Cait wore a uniform just like the other cops and the thick utility vest they all wore had hidden some of her more distinctive attributes. The wedding gown she wore tonight did not.
Hell, who knew she had tits like that? Round and large, and damn, he wanted to run his tongue up the valley. Or better yet, slide his dick between them. His cock twitched and Rain wondered if he could reach down and adjust himself without her noticing.
The interest in Cait wasn’t anything new, but seeing her in that dress had pushed the edges of his control.
He knew Tanner had been on a few dates with her. Hell, he’d shown up at Rain’s house afterward, frustrated and talking about the sexy new Public Information Officer on the force. Rain hadn’t thought much about it. He knew Tanner and knew the man wasn’t likely to settle down any time soon. Still, it was nice to hear about sexy women even if he wasn’t around any.
Then he’d returned to work and met Cait for himself. No, he hadn’t known she had a rack that made him want to come, but there was something definitely sexual about her, maybe it was the round ass that her utility vest couldn’t hide.
Before the shooting, Rain might have made a play for her. He and Tanner seemed to go for the same kinds of women and had made it a competition. But hell, what woman was going to want to deal with a guy who—
Rain didn’t let himself finish the thought. Cait was never going to see his scars, so what did it matter?
He’d just keep the picture of those tits and that sweet ass in his mind, use them the next time he stroked off.
He appreciated a person keeping in shape, but Rain liked a little softness with his sex. A little warmth and padding as he pounded into her. Like Cait. She was the perfect mix of healthy and curvy.
The thought led him back to Cait’s ass—nicely rounded. Perfect for his hands. He didn’t know this for a fact. He’d be taking his life in his hands to actually touch her ass without permission, but damn, from what he’d seen, she’d fit perfectly. Enough softness to ease him, enough power to fight him.
Just what he wanted in a woman.
But he knew better. He’d never risk his professional working relationship by coming on to another cop. No matter how much his dick wanted to be inside her.
He slid the tab onto the last hangar in his stack.
“I’m out.” As he spoke, he turned around, expecting the cool, distant stare he’d grown used to from Cait.
Instead, she was…naked. Really, really naked. Except for the bright-red panties. He dismissed them as a minor irritation. One quick tug and he could have them gone.
What the hell? Moments ago she’d been wearing that fluffy wedding dress. The mound of white pooled at her feet even as pink stained her cheeks.
Unable to stop himself, he looked at her breasts. Just as he’d imagined—full and firm. Enough for him to grip and hold. Squeeze while he was riding between her thighs, sliding into her slick cunt.
As he stared at her body, she seemed to react, slowly lifting her arm to cover her breasts. The sight offended him. Those tits were too pretty to hide. Just seeing them bare made his mouth water. He could spend hours focused on her breasts. Perfect to suck. Maybe fuck.
His cock strained against the material of his rented tux, wanting to be freed. Yes, sliding between those round, luscious tits, a slow, steady fuck, her mouth waiting each time he plunged forward.
But he wouldn’t come in her mouth. He’d come across her chest—spreading his come into her skin. Marking her.
“I can explain.” She looked around, as if she was trying to find her answer somewhere in the room. “At least I think I can explain.” Her hand, the one cupping her left breast, tightened. She shifted her palm a little to the side and Rain could almost imagine she was caressing her nipple. “The elastic in the gown must be faulty and it just sort of fell off me.” She started to bend down, kneeling to pick up the dress.
“Don’t move,” he ordered.
She flinched as her body absorbed the command. Then, as if she was fighting her own internal censors, she straightened and stared at him, her eyes wide—anxious, but interested.
“Put your arm down so I can see your pretty tits.” The order came out his mouth strong and confident while part of his mind was screaming “what the fuck are you doing?” Giving commands to Cait, the ice queen, was probably not the best way to start the evening.
Memories of Tanner’s dare nudged Rain’s subconscious. He could win. All he needed was those panties, and damn, they weren’t white granny panties after all. They were high-cut bright-red bits of lace that hid her pussy and tempted Rain to rip them off with his teeth.
That was for later. Now he was focused on making the sweet thing in front of him obey.
He raised his eyebrows, punctuating his command. Cait swallowed deeply and slowly lowered her arm, leaving her breasts bare. He watched a
s she dropped her gaze to the ground.
Rain paused for just a second.
Submissive.
Was it possible that the cool, controlled woman who commanded a staff and spoke to the media, who was well trained with a gun, was a closet submissive? Was it a full-time thing with her? Or like him, did she like to occasionally include some power play in her sex? Did she have a regular lover who took care of that need? She’d been out with Tanner, so Rain had to assume “no.”
She stood there, her fingers twitching as if she struggled internally with obeying him. She looked up, meeting his eyes. Red stained her cheeks. Damn, he wished he knew what was going on inside her head.
Finally, she broke free of his gaze and she bent down, kneeling in the middle of the white fluff of the wedding dress. The sight of her on her knees, those pretty pink nipples hard and just begging to be sucked, called out the dominant in him.
Fuck, it had been over a year—since before the fire—that he’d had a woman. There was no way he was ready to get naked with someone.
But here, there was no need to get naked. He didn’t have to take off his shirt and bare the scars marking his shoulder.
He took a step closer and knew when she realized he was towering above her. Her fingers tightened on the material of her dress but she made no move to cover herself. Good, he hadn’t given her permission.
She lifted her eyes and stared up at him—her gaze landed on his groin and paused. Damn, he could see the hunger reverberating in that simple stare. She wanted him.
“Careful, baby, don’t ever kneel before me unless you’re willing to have your mouth filled with my cock.”
Chapter Three
Dear Diary,
I’ve been having the wildest dreams lately. Last night’s started with me wearing nothing but my red panties and kneeling before Rain Lucas. Strangely, he was dressed in leather pants and held a purple flogger. Now as long as I don’t blush the next time I see him, I’ll be fine.
Caitlin’s gaze fell to his groin and the hard bulge pressing against his tuxedo pants. I want that.
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