Arrested by Love

by Virna DePaul

  “I did it for both of us! I wanted you … you to be happy. That’s all.”

  What?

  As soon as she said the words, he could tell she wanted to call them back. Her eyes wide, she shook her head. “Never mind … I don’t know why I—”

  Too late. “You did it for both of us? Like you were doing me some kind of favor? That’s why you left me, Sarah?”

  It’s what this was about, he realized. Not income brackets or country clubs or trash talk, but some lame-ass belief that she wasn’t good enough for him. And her certainty Luke would leave her someday because of it.

  So she’d left him first.

  She confirmed it every time she called herself Sure-Thing-Sarah. Every time her body trembled for his and she fought it so desperately.

  How could he have missed something that was so obvious to him now?

  Her mouth tightened mutinously. “Look, I told you before, I was in love with Ri—”

  He kissed her hard rather than hear those words come from her lips again. Unlike her physical response to him, which she couldn’t disguise, deception came far too easily to her when she hoped to protect her heart.

  He kissed her with a hot open mouth and relentless probing tongue, and he made sure that his fingers stayed busy the entire time, too. Shoving his hand inside the waistband of her sweats, he groaned like a man being tortured when he found her slick and weeping for him. Mercilessly, he worked two thick fingers into her, grimacing at her tightness, reveling in the way her hot walls immediately clenched around him.

  Throwing her head back, she wailed out her pleasure, and her knees buckled as an orgasm shook her. Stunned by her sudden release, he hooked his other arm around her waist and held her up, working her with his fingers and drawing out every last drop of pleasure until she was practically boneless. As she hung in his hold, he withdrew his hand from her sweats and raised it to his face. He licked her juice off his fingers with slow, leisurely swipes of his tongue while her eyes followed his movements. When he was done, he swept her up in his arms and stared down at her.

  “Don’t you ever say those words to me again, Sarah, or I swear to you I’ll spank your bottom until your ass is red, and then I’ll make you come until you beg me for mercy.” He hiked her closer to his chest and took her mouth again before planting a tender kiss on her temple. “In fact, that’s sounding like a mighty fine idea. Too good to pass up. We should’ve been doing those things this whole time. So brace yourself, baby. ’Cause like I said, we’re just getting started.”

  With wide eyes, she stared mutely back at him, her mouth working open and shut as she tried to respond. But she didn’t make a sound. And she certainly didn’t protest again.

  Sarah felt so soft and pliable after her orgasm that she actually seemed to drift in and out of consciousness. Her body buzzed with lingering pleasure, and only occasionally would her mind clear enough to take in what was happening. She knew Luke was carrying her to the bedroom, but part of her imagined she was floating on a fluffy cloud, riding the ultimate dream wave to paradise.

  Once there, he kissed her for what seemed like hours. Days. Then a tickle of air against her bare skin jostled her out of her dream state.

  Luke was stripping off her clothes, slowly and tenderly. As he exposed each inch of skin, he ministered to it, caressing with just the tips of his fingers, then licking and nibbling with his mouth. When he drew her sweats down her legs and tossed them behind him, she spread her thighs shamelessly wide, trembling with anticipation.

  All fogginess left her. Suddenly, every one of her senses was primed and on red alert, waiting for him to once again finger her or tongue her or do something—anything—so she’d feel those incredible explosions of ecstasy once more.

  As if reading her mind, he smiled and caressed her thighs, but he didn’t touch her where she wept to be touched.

  “You want more, don’t you, darling?”

  In reply, she dragged herself up on one elbow and reached for his cock, which towered stiff and proud from his lap. Deftly, he averted her touch and knocked her elbow out from under her until she was once again splayed flat on her back. Bracing himself over her, he nudged his cock teasingly against her core, not like a marauding invader but like a whisper of a kiss that was there and gone before you knew it.

  He kissed her behind her ear and nipped her lobe. “Answer me. You want more?”

  “So much more,” she said, shocked at how drugged she sounded.

  “Where?”

  She blinked, trying to sort through the options, all of which held their appeal. “Everywhere,” she finally managed.

  He obviously liked her answer. He rewarded her by pressing the tip of his shaft against her clit and rocking against it. Her swift inhalation of breath accompanied his own groan as he dropped his forehead onto hers. “Everything and everywhere,” he agreed. “Just the way you’ve always liked it. Just the way I’ve always loved giving it to you.”

  He hissed and grimaced when his cock head slipped inside her, only a fraction of an inch. Immediately, she curled a hand around his ass and clenched his buttock, trying to drive him deeper inside her. “Everything,” she moaned. “Starting with this.”

  But for some reason he countered her movements, moving his hips away from hers. Frustrated, she arched her own hips, or at least tried to. Frustration melded with outrage when she found herself pinned to the bed by his hand.

  “Why won’t you—”

  She shrieked when he flipped her over on her stomach and pinned both of her hands behind her back. The mastery of his hold, coupled with the brush of his balls and penis against her bottom, had her trembling with anticipation. Her hips bucked when he dipped one finger into her honeyed warmth, then drew it up along the dark crevice of her ass.

  Without warning, and with her lube coating the tip of his finger, he sunk it into her anus, just the slightest bit, exactly the way his dick had penetrated her seconds earlier. She struggled to accommodate even that slight intrusion. He wiggled his finger and the stimulation of her sensitive nerve endings made her gasp and thrash her head from side to side.

  She wanted him deeper. She wanted more.

  “How about everything like this? Have you missed having me up your ass, Sarah? Or did Richard take my place there?”

  The sound of Richard’s name seemed to be an abomination, and she struggled against Luke, wanting to slap his face for shattering her fantasy. “Stop it. I—”

  She screamed when he plunged his finger all the way into her ass. She screamed again when he withdrew his finger, too, except this time she screamed, “No!”

  “No, stop?” he asked. “No, don’t stop? Or no, Richard never took my place?”

  She clenched her teeth, closed her eyes, and turned her face away, not wanting to give in so easily. Knowing that the pleasure would be heightened for both of them the longer she drew this out.

  “Oh, bad girl,” he crooned. “Making me work for the information. If that’s what it’ll take, I’m more than happy to oblige.”

  She expected to feel the bite of his finger in her ass again, but instead he smacked her bottom with the flat of his palm. Hard. The resulting sting was one she felt from the tips of her toes all the way to the top of her head, as powerful as it was unexpected.

  “You like that, bad girl? You want me to spank your ass, don’t you?”

  Once more, she didn’t answer, but this time it was because she couldn’t, not because she deliberately held back. He tapped her ass again, then again, each spank nudging her pelvis forward just enough so her clit bumped against the nubby texture of her coverlet.

  A tiny, breathy moan escaped her every time his palm met her flesh, creating a unique beat that overshadowed all sound except his dark voice in her ear.

  “You like this, Sarah?”

  When she still refused to answer, the spanking paused. “Answer me,” he ordered, “or I’m going to stop. Do you like this?”

  Her reply was ripped out of her. “Y
es. Please don’t stop. Please.”

  He swatted her again, and her vulnerable flesh heated in that one tender spot until all she wanted was for him to lick the hurt away. “Kiss—kiss me, please. Kiss me where you’re spanking me.”

  She felt him hesitate. When his lips pressed against her ass, she cried out. His tongue came next, laving the sensitized skin before traveling slightly left to dip between her ass cheeks and flutter against her anus.

  “Answer me. Did Richard ever have you here?”

  Before she could reply, his tongue speared into her forbidden entrance, taking her with a raw possessiveness that couldn’t be denied. “No, never,” she moaned. “No.”

  “Good,” he murmured against her, then dipped lower to feast on her pussy from behind. He alternated penetrating her with his tongue and fingers. Slick and dry. Stiff and flexible. Hard and harder. One after another, again and again, until he shoved her over the edge.

  She came so hard she blacked out.

  When she recovered, she was on her back again with her legs spread wide. He was leaning over her, his dick once more tickling her between her thighs. “Now that we got the spanking out of the way,” he said, “you know what comes next, don’t you?”

  She did, but she didn’t know how she could possibly stand it.

  She said as much.

  He grinned.

  “That’s the point, baby. To give you more than you thought you could ever stand. One climax after another. Until you’re begging me to stop.”

  She sighed and murmured something, which he obviously had trouble hearing. “What’s that?”

  She stared at him and raised a hand to push back the hair from his face. Caressing his jaw, she dipped her fingers into his mouth until he nipped at them. “I said, I love being a girl. Your girl.”

  He grinned. “You ain’t seen nothing yet, baby.”

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Luke’s cock hovered above the juncture between Sarah’s thighs. As she stared up at him, he waited to penetrate her. And waited some more. Because he needed to be sure, all their sex play and her orgasms aside, that Sarah truly wanted him inside her.

  She must have finally realized why he was waiting because she nodded her head and smiled, looking so carefree that he couldn’t help but grin back. “Show me what you’ve got, Anderson.”

  He could have shoved himself inside her then. He wanted to, and she was certainly wet enough. But he also wanted to savor every last bit of sensation. It was as if some part of him knew, regardless of his determination to keep her this time, that their coupling was precious and wouldn’t last nearly long enough.

  He worked himself inside her by small degrees, just the way he had the very first time she’d given herself to him. Her vagina was a wonderland of warm cushioned flesh and strong gripping muscles, surrounding his cock with heaven. He had to grit his teeth and force himself to pull out of her, then grit them again when pushing himself back inside her caused pinpricks of pleasure to spread along his body like wildfire. The pleasure was always most intense in the flesh buried deep within her, and his balls tightened with the need to release his sperm inside her slippery depths.

  His hips shuttled back and forth in a slow, even rhythm, as controlled as any act he committed during a sting. Deliberate. Calculated. Right now, that’s how he had to be with Sarah. He needed to pleasure her. Blow her mind and remind her what their bodies were capable of—together—so she’d forget about her fears and truly let him inside her, past the walls that had separated them and allowed her to marry another man.

  Whether she knew it or not, things had irrevocably changed between them. A continuing physical relationship was the least of what he wanted from her. No, he wanted it all. He wanted them to live together. For her to quit the dreary office job he knew she hated and finally go back to school to get her art degree. He wanted to sleep with her every night he was home and show her off at the police department’s Christmas party. Someday, he wanted to see her body round and bursting with their child. First, however, he had to get her to feel as bonded to him as he did to her, once and for all.

  Pulling himself out of her completely, he rubbed the head of his cock mercilessly against her clit until her body shuddered with her release. Then he plunged inside her, recommencing the slow and steady thrust and retreat. He made her come again. And again.

  He repeated the sequence over and over until her short nails were digging into his biceps, and her legs were wrapped high and tight around his waist, and her lips moved over and over again, forming a silent plea. Begging him to stop. Crying that she couldn’t take any more. That he was going to kill her. That she’d die if he didn’t come inside her.

  When he continued to ignore her, she went a little wild, fighting him and wriggling away until she could push him onto his back. Scrambling down his body, she took him inside her mouth, giving him head despite the fact her own juices still covered his cock, making it shine. He buried his hands in her hair, loving the single-minded way she sucked him off, determined to make him suffer his own loss of control. The sight of her lips wrapped around his dick and her small hands stroking his thighs and abdomen were suddenly too much for him.

  Throwing his arms above his head, he relaxed his limbs and let himself go. Gave himself to this precious woman who wielded such power over him. Her cheeks flexed with the strength of her sucks, and when he closed his eyes, he relished the sounds of her working him with her mouth. His hands clenched as he felt his sperm building, causing his dick to swell even more just before he unloaded. He shouted when he started coming, shooting himself in thick jerking spurts down her throat. She swallowed every drop he gave her and, as he struggled to catch his breath, she collapsed on top of him, closed her eyes, and, with a small smile on her face, fell asleep.

  Sarah jerked awake when a phone rang. She was sprawled over Luke’s bottom half, and as his limbs shifted, his growing erection prodded her shoulder. Pushing herself up, she grumbled, “You’re going to poke me in the eye with that thing.”

  His body shook with quiet laughter. “I didn’t hear you complaining earlier.”

  “Yeah, well, that’s because my mouth was too full to do much talking at all.”

  “Ah. Music to my ears.”

  She stuck her tongue out at him, then shook her head, unable to stop the smile that tipped her lips. She seemed to be smiling a whole lot since Luke had shown up.

  “That’s what I like to see. Now come here, darling, and put that tongue to better use.”

  Heat immediately flared within her, but she shook her head. The phone was still ringing. Getting to her feet, she tried to wrap the sheet around her, but gave in without a fight when Luke tugged it away from her. His eyes lasered into her, making her feel desired, but defenseless against him, too.

  Protect yourself, Sarah, she pleaded to herself. This isn’t going to last forever.

  Desperate to remember that, she pointed toward the phone. “Let me just get this.”

  Moving toward it, she felt even more exposed and vulnerable, but she wasn’t going to amuse him further by hunching over or trying to cover herself with her hands. She faked confidence; kept her back straight, chin high, and ass rolling while she found the phone. When she glimpsed back at Luke, she burst into laughter. He was imitating someone with his tongue hanging out of his mouth, drooling and begging for a treat.

  “Sarah? This is Detective Noah James.”

  At the masculine voice with a hint of a foreign accent, Sarah instantly sobered. She turned away from Luke, then cringed, knowing he would see the movement for what it was: evasion. “Uh, yes. Hello … Noah. How are you?”

  There was a slight pause on the phone and a rustling movement behind her. She immediately pictured Noah James, the detective she’d met two days earlier. He had dark hair and olive skin that made his pale, amber eyes glow like honey, and overall he was a hot contrast to Luke’s lighter good looks. Despite her fears that the police wouldn’t take her report about Richard seriously, Noa
h had given every indication of doing so. Of course, he was with Internal Affairs, so having a witness report misconduct by another officer wasn’t as shocking to him as it would be to others. She’d let Richard’s position with the local police department intimidate her for far too long. He wasn’t above the law. No one was.

  “I’m fine, ma’am. I’m glad to hear you’re in good spirits this afternoon.”

  His habit of calling her “ma’am” made her smile. He said it to be polite, she suspected, not because of her age—although, like Luke, he was probably a couple of years younger than her—so she didn’t take offense. When he’d first used the title, Detective James’s eyes had crinkled, and it had almost been like they were sharing an inside joke. “I am feeling better. Thank you.”

  She peeked a quick glance at Luke, afraid he’d be glowering at her suspiciously, but he was merely pulling on his jeans, his body relaxed, his expression seemingly unconcerned. Sure enough, when he glanced up and caught her looking at him, he winked.

  “Bueno. Whatever you’re doing, keep right on doing it,” Detective James murmured. “And remember, I’m always willing to be of service.”

  Was she imagining the innuendo in his words? Or was it just wishful thinking? Because Sarah couldn’t help it—with Luke looking so scrumptious and acting so playful in front of her, and with Detective James’s slight Hispanic accent rumbling in her ear, she suddenly envisioned herself as a treat being savored by two prime alpha males. Aghast and face flaming, she immediately batted the thought away.

  It was something she’d always found arousing—the fantasy of being with two men at the same time. But it was also something she’d always been ashamed of, certain that if she gave in, it would just confirm the awful things people said about her. Even when Luke had suggested she try a threesome—only with him, of course—she’d never quite taken him seriously, sure on some level that he was simply laying a trap for her. Just looking for confirmation that Sure-Thing-Sarah could be talked into anything, no matter how depraved.