Free The Officer's Promise (Brothers in Blue Book 1) by K. Langston Page A

possession—exhilarating and terrifying.
    Undoubtedly right.
    I pressed my palms against his chest and he immediately slowed the kiss, resting his forehead against mine. “Slow. You need slow. I know that. It’s just—I want you so fucking bad, baby. Not just your body, even though, I won’t lie”—his arm squeezed me tighter against him, his erection digging hard into my hip—“I’m dying to be inside of you. I want you to be mine completely, but I also want you to know I would wait a fucking lifetime if that’s what you need.”
    “You don’t have to wait that long,” I said, taking his lips once more, earning myself a relieved growl.
    He scooped me up, carrying me down the hall to his bedroom. My heart leaped in my chest while desire swirled in my lower belly, as he gently laid me down on the bed before he rose up to peel the shirt from his back. I licked my lips in appreciation. I’d seen him without a shirt a few times over the last several weeks, but it was merely a glimpse compared to the full feature I was enjoying now. He was beautiful, raw. Lean and cut in so many delicious ways.
    From the sharp planes and ridges of his sculpted chest and abs all the way down to the veins in his arms. Part of me was intimidated by him. I knew how dangerous a man’s body could be, especially their fists. But I knew in my heart, Ryker would never hurt me.
    He bent one knee, pressing it into the bed to straddle my thighs, then his hand disappeared beneath the hem of my shirt, warm fingers grazing the skin of my belly before he dipped his head and placed a soft kiss there.
    “My mind is racing right now, with all the things I want to do to you. Things I want to say.”
    Another kiss as he inched my top up further.
    My breath grew heavier. “What do you want to say?”
    “So many things, but I’m only capable of short, direct words right now, because I’m so goddamn high off your scent.”
    His fingers curled under my chin, lifting my eyes to his. Then his mouth was on mine, need pouring off him in waves of heat so hot I could hardly breathe.
    “Beautiful,” he whispered into my mouth, over and over until my body completely melted beneath his.
    He kissed me deep.
    Thorough.
    Telling me with every swipe of his hungry tongue that he wanted me. Telling me just how beautiful he thought I was. Then his lips traveled to my cheek, moving slowly to the angry scar on the side of my face, where he landed not one but two tender kisses.
    Each soft caress of his warm lips was like a balm to my battered soul, healing me one gentle kiss at a time.
    Those remarkable lips trailed down to the base of my throat, tasting the fevered flesh there, worshiping me.
    Healing me.
    My chest rose and fell with desperation. Desperate for the simplicity of the moment, uncomplicated by expectations, and reckless with our desire.
    His hands moved to the button of my jeans as his mouth began its sweet, slow descent, pressing a kiss upon each swell of my breasts, just below my bra and then right above my hipbone. Dipping his fingers inside the waistband of my jeans, his rough knuckles grazed my skin, eliciting a band of goose bumps.
    “Can I take these off?” he asked in a low, husky voice.
    “Yes.”
    Slipping off my one shoe, he removed my socks and jeans too, careful not to jostle my foot in the process. “Fuck, this might be harder than I thought.”
    “What?” I asked, suddenly feeling self-conscious.
    He leaned forward, pressing his hips into the wet valley between my thighs.
    A nervous breath caught in my throat. “Ryker, it’s been so long since I’ve—he wouldn’t let me—um…”
    Ryker’s face studied mine, and I saw when realization hit him. “He wouldn’t let you what? Come?”
    Swallowing thickly, I nodded.
    When Trent and I had sex, it was all for his pleasure. Never mine. Everything I did was to make him happy.
    It felt good to do something for myself for once.
    I wanted this.
    I wanted Ryker.
    More than I could ever