Free Protective Custody by Wynter Daniels

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    “Change the subject,” he muttered.
    “No.” She touched his arm. “I know you’re thinking about that accidental shooting. You were cleared of wrongdoing, Will. You can’t beat yourself up for this forever.”
    “It’s not just that, okay? And I said I didn’t want to talk about it.”
    He backed away, and she wondered if she’d said too much.
    He took her hand and brought it to his lips. Having her so near consumed his head with more memories: their short vacation in the North Carolina mountains, a weekend jaunt to South Beach.
    One night. He should take whatever he could get with her. Stealing even a single evening together before they parted ways again sounded too tempting to pass up.
    Enjoy it while it lasts.
    How the hell was he supposed to resist those sparkling eyes and that silky hair? Desire whipped through him. His pulse raced with passion. He was close enough to feel her heat. “I’ve missed you.” His voice nearly cracked under the weight of his overpowering need.
    Her lips parted, and her breath caught. “I…”
    Unable to stop himself, he grasped her upper arms, drew her to him and captured her mouth. She let out a halfhearted protest before threading her fingers through his hair and hung on. He feasted on her tongue, sucked and licked and tasted. Her lusty sighs stoked his appetite.
    He slid a hand under her shirt, and she shuddered. She moaned as she ran her tongue over his teeth. He had to have her.
    Now.
    “I want you, Megan.”
    She widened her eyes, but faster than a flash, she clasped her hands behind his neck. He kissed her long and deep, tangling his tongue with hers. Her familiar taste left him hungry for more—much more.
    Moving his attention lower, he bit at an erect nipple through her shirt.
    “Oh God, Will. Yes. That feels…so…good.”
    That was exactly what he’d been waiting to hear. He pushed her against the wall for support, then tore at her clothes. He didn’t care if he ripped them, and she didn’t seem to mind. Her full breasts sat high and round with nipples the color of ripe berries, sweet as candy. He could spend hours sucking those delicious points.
    His cock grew harder as he tossed the remnants of her shirt away and went to work on her pants and underwear. She shimmied her hips to force her clothes lower, then kicked the discarded items across the floor along with her sandals. He slid his hand over her stomach, careful not to snag her gold belly ring.
    He drew in a breath infused with her scent, vanilla mixed with musky arousal. She shrugged aside her bra straps, pushed away the lacy fabric and lifted her breasts, an offering. Hot oblivion surrounded him. He plucked a taut peak and raked his teeth over it.
    Megan let out a gasp, then lowered her arms and forced him closer. She ground her pelvis against him. They’d have plenty of time for tenderness later, but for now he gave in to the fiery passion that burned for them like an all-consuming inferno.
    He reached between her legs and grinned when she let out a sexy purr. He cupped her mound and felt the heat from her pussy. He slipped a finger between her plump lips and glided it along her drenched folds.
    God, he longed to bury himself inside her, against the wall.
    She wriggled and moaned, then fed him her other breast. He gave it the same treatment, nipping and suckling until her erotic gasps filled the air. She rode his finger as he rubbed her cleft. Her desperate cries grew louder and louder, until she shook in frenzied spasms, surrendering to her climax.
    It seemed to go on and on, and with every moan, Will grew hotter and harder. Kissing the hollow of her neck, he tasted the salty residue of her excitement. He should make love to her on the wood floor on her hands and knees, mount her like a wild stallion. But he wasn’t an animal. He sucked his index finger and tasted her cream.
    “Mmm. Bed. Now.” He circled an arm around her waist to support her and crossed the distance to her bed, their way