Free His Obsession Next Door (In the Line of Duty) by Cathryn Fox

around him, drawing him deeper and deeper into her body, she could feel the blood pulsing hard and heavy in his cock. His nostrils flared and he gripped her shoulders tighter.
    “Come for me,” she whispered, urging him to let go as her body trembled beneath his.
    Control obliterated, breath rushed from his lungs and he pumped feverishly, like something wild had been unleashed inside him. He threw his head back, no longer able to fight off his climax. Ecstasy flitted across his face as he released with hard, hot pulses inside her.
    His virility and strength overwhelmed her as he held her tight, so tight it was difficult to catch her breath. He rested his forehead against hers and took heavy, unsteady breaths. With a new closeness between them, he stayed on top of her, warm contentment curling around them. A long while later, he slid beside her and rolled onto his back. She drew a satisfied breath and melted into his side, loving how natural it felt to be with him like this.
    He put his arm around her and she shifted impossibly closer, eager to spend the rest of the night snuggled in his arms. She still couldn’t believe he was here with her and had given her the best night of her life. It was abundantly clear Cole was unlike any lover she’d ever had and, the truth was, one time would never be enough with him. She wanted him again. Of that she had no doubt. She placed her hand on his chest and played with his dog tags as his heart settled back into a steady rhythm.
    She thought more about what he’d said, warning her he wasn’t the guy for her and could only give her one night of sex. She wasn’t sure what was holding him back, or what he was afraid of, but now that she knew what it took to get him into her bed, she planned to have him there again. Even if it meant unleashing her wild side on him, over and over again.

Chapter Five
    What the hell had he done?
    Christ, hadn’t he said that when it came to Gemma there was a line he wasn’t going to cross? But not only had he crossed it, he’d jumped up and down on it, pounded it into the ground and mocked the hell out of it.
    As reality inched its way back in, everything inside Cole urged him to climb from her bed and get the hell out of there while he still could. He was about to make a move when Gemma cast him a sideways glance. She rolled into him, pinning him in place as a soft, sexy sound of contentment rumbled in the depths of her throat.
    Apprehensions surged inside him and he sucked in a breath, questioning the intelligence in his actions. He’d been greedy. A total selfish prick. But he’d been so goddamn hot for Gemma that common sense had packed a bag and headed south while another part of his body, one that evidently lacked in moral judgment, had ended up calling the shots. Fuck. Hadn’t he warned himself that one touch, one sweet taste of her mouth would only draw him in deeper to a place he had no intentions of going?
    Except when she pressed her body against his, offering him up a night of casual sex, coherent thought fled. It was all he could do not to bend her over right there on the dance floor and take her fast and hard. Speaking of fast and hard. He should have at least tried to slow down. She deserved better than hurried sex from him. But no, he’d been so hot for her for so long now, he’d lost complete control and went at her like a rutting animal. He shook his head, disgusted with himself in so many ways.
    Gemma trailed her fingers over his chest. He grabbed her hand to stop her exploration. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
    Passion-imbued eyes blinked up at him and everything inside him tightened when she said, “Hurt isn’t the word I’d use.”
    “I didn’t mean to…” he began but closed his mouth when she pressed a soft finger to his lips.
    Her blue eyes lit and her plump, well-kissed lips turned up in a smile. “Cole, seriously, it was… amazing .” Her glance leisurely traveled the length of his body and lingered over the