Free Hot Pursuit by Jo Davis

while?”
    â€œTaylor . . .”
    â€œDon’t make me beg. It’s not pretty.”
    â€œDon’t give me that damned lopsided smile,” she said in a low, husky voice. “It won’t work.”
    â€œI think it already has.”
    â€œIt’s almost three in the morning. I should go.”
    Should
wasn’t
have to
. He smothered her weakening protests with another kiss, this one as hot as the first. Her lips were velvet, devouring him in return, and she writhed against him. He wanted more of the same, only with no annoying clothes to get in the way.
    â€œStay,” he pleaded, nipping at her lips.
    Crickets chirped around them. Somewhere a cat screeched. It seemed an eternity before she nodded, and his blood sang.
    â€œFor a while, I’ll stay.”
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    For a while, I’ll stay
.
    The instant the words were out of her mouth, Cara cursed herself for being a moron.
    Not that she didn’t want his gorgeous body—oh no, that definitely wasn’t the problem. With that shaggy blond hair falling into those beautiful, earnest green eyes, hard muscles tensed and ready to pounce . . . the man was her fantasy in the flesh.
    He was the enemy. And right now the woman in her didn’t care.
    â€œLet’s go inside,” he said, voice husky.
    Taking her hand, he led her to the porch steps. Fished out a key and let them in. After he’d locked the door behind him and flipped on a lamp, he pushed her against the door and ate her mouth again. A whimper escaped her throat and she was too aroused to be ashamed of her response. She needed him like she needed air. It had been far too long.
    â€œMy bedroom?”
    â€œYes.”
    Quickly, he led her up the stairs and down a hallway to his bedroom, switching on a lamp on the nightstand. It was a nice room with a big, attractive four-poster bed, but, frankly, her attention was on other things besides the decor. Her mouth watered as he yanked off his T-shirt to reveal a sculpted chest that was lightly hairy. Manly and just right. He had a nice six-pack going, and a treasure trail of dusky hair that ran from his belly button, disappearing into the waistband of his jeans.
    â€œTake off the rest,” she said. “I want to watch.”
    One corner of his mouth quirked up. “I’ve got myself a voyeur? Sweet.”
    â€œOnly when it comes to crazy-hot men undressing just for me.”
    His expression sobered some. “I don’t do this often. Haven’t in ages, so I don’t want you to think I’m some man-slut who trolls the Waterin’ Hole on a weekly basis.”
    â€œGood to know. But what if I’m a girl-slut?”
    â€œWell, honey, I don’t judge.” His grin told her that he was teasing.
    She smiled back, and it felt foreign on her face. What was it about this man that had her relaxing her guard when she damned well shouldn’t? Now wasn’t the time to analyze, though. She pointed to his lower half. “The rest, cop.”
    â€œOoh, I love when you say
cop
like that. Sounds dirty.”
    â€œHave a fetish about that, do we?”
    â€œAmong other things.” He unfastened the jeans, then worked down the zipper.
    â€œDo tell.”
    â€œEven better, I’ll show you sometime.”
    They’d see about that. For now, she feasted her eyes on him as he pushed his jeans and boxer briefs down his legs, then stepped out of them. His thighs were hard, just as toned as his torso, and he had well-shaped calves. His cock was thick and long, a good eight or nine inches, and was curved upward, purplish red and weeping precum. She caught herself about to lick her lips in anticipation of tasting him.
    â€œYour turn.”
    His gaze was hot as she pulled off her tank top and discarded it. Next came her lacy bra with the front clasp, something she knew men liked. Flicking it open, she watched his expression