Free Good Girl Gone Bad by Karin Tabke Page B

emanated off his chest. Her damp jersey robe steamed. Ty traced a finger through the material around her swollen nipple. “I think, Officer Zorn, you may need me as much.”
    Phil leaned back against the smooth hardness of the wall. “I thought you didn’t like me, Lieutenant.”
    Ty’s grin turned lethal, his eyes sparkled, and his fingers splayed against her breast. Phil commanded her body to ignore the sizzling sensations his touch evoked.
    Ty moved closer still, only an inch separating their bodies. The wild beat of her heart thumped against his palm. He dipped his head down and whispered in her ear. “I don’t have to like you to fuck you.”
    A thrill sprang from her belly, shooting to every nerve ending she possessed. Images of Ty pinning her hard against the wall, then burying himself deep within her accelerated her breath. She licked her lips.
    Phil closed her eyes and tilted her head back, exposing the softness of her neck. It was all the invitation Ty needed.
    Blood surged to his dick and his lips swooped down on the offering. Her warm skin pulsated against his lips. She tasted fresh, like vanilla. Phil’s body jerked, then molded against his chest. The ties to her robe fell apart and the heat of her skin singed him.
    His lips blazed a path from her neck to the hollow at her throat. Phil’s moans incited him further. He felt supercharged, and the night’s exhaustion disappeared as his body geared up for her.
    Slipping his arms beneath her robe, her sultry skin felt alive beneath his hands. Her natural scent blended with her shower-applied scent, the combination toxic to his self-control.
    He pushed her back flush against the wall, his hands spanning her slender waist. Bending his nose to her damp hair, he closed his eyes and breathed in her essence. “You smell good,” he whispered, wondering how exciting her true woman scent would be. Just the thought of what he knew would be a soft musky scent sent more blood speeding to his cock. His hands slid farther down to the small of her back, her soft moans urging him on. His large hands palmed her firm ass cheeks. Her hips pressed against his groin and his dick swelled to capacity.
    At that moment he couldn’t remember wanting a woman more. He bet she was virgin tight, and he wanted desperately to find out how wet she was for him.
    Keeping one arm wrapped around her waist, he slid his right hand around to her belly, trailing his fingers in languid swirls.
    Philamina closed her eyes, the sensations Ty wrought overpowering her. Warm moisture slicked her nether regions, a beckoning. His fingers trailed lower past her belly button to sweep sensitively against the soft hint of pubic hair. She moaned loudly, her lips parted, her head thrown back against the wall.
    “Open your eyes,” Ty whispered against her cheek. As she did, he slid a finger across her hardened clitoris and she gasped, standing up on her toes. Shards of desire shattered her nerve endings. In a primal invitation, her knees spread. He slid his fingertip back and forth across her clit, rolling it across and between her moist lips, the sensation driving her higher on her toes. Her hips moved in rhythm to the slow seductive cadence of his fingers. She grabbed his shoulders and pulled herself higher against him. She wanted penetration.
    Ty slid his large hand around her waist down to her bottom and splayed his fingers across its width, then pressed her against his hand. “Touch me deeper,” she murmured against his chest.
    The unfamiliar sound of her wanton request diffused some of the sexual haze. What was she doing?
    Then Ty’s long thick finger slid into her and she screamed out. The sensation was more then she expected and all that she’d hoped. She clung to his shoulders and shuddered in sexual nirvana.
    “My God, Phil, you are so tight.”
    She opened her mouth to respond, to say something quick and witty, but words failed her. When he began a slow rhythmic slide inside of her with his