Jager lowered his head until his lips hovered above hers. “I’m so hard for you right now I feel as if I’m about ready to come in my pants. Since I first saw you, I’ve done nothing but dream about having you under me as I sink my cock between your legs over and over again.”
Daylen took a shuddering breath. What Jager had said, along with the intense look of longing on his face, had her pussy readying itself for him. Wetness leaked between her legs into her panties. She’d never been so turned on in her life. The thought of ripping off their clothes so she could rub up against Jager made her pussy grow even wetter.
Jager closed his eyes and drew in a deep breath. He opened them again, and Daylen swore they glowed for a split second. “I need to touch you, Daylen. That delicious scent of yours just got stronger. It’s got me in its claws, and I feel as if I’m going to die if I don’t get a taste of you. Stop fighting this thing between us. Stop thinking like a cop. I know you want me.”
With Jager’s lips so close to hers, and the length of his hard body branding her everywhere they touched, Daylen’s will to resist him shattered. Lifting her head to close the distance between their lips, she covered his with hers. A loud groan that verged on a growl rose out of Jager as he took her mouth in a fiery kiss.
Able to turn her hands enough to put them against Jager’s muscular chest, Daylen fisted the front of his black t-shirt. Having jumped in feet first, she stopped holding herself back. She no longer let herself question how ethical it was to want this man. For the first time since becoming a cop, Daylen let herself be just a woman.
Their kiss became more passionate as Jager sucked her tongue into his mouth.
Daylen twined hers with his before she swept the inside of his mouth. Jager shifted so he no longer pinned her to the floor. Resting his upper body on his bent arms, he rocked his erection against her stomach.
Free to move her arms, Daylen skimmed her hands up his chest to his broad shoulders. When she encountered the material of the duster he wore, she grabbed fistfuls of it and yanked. “Off. Take this off,” she said against Jager’s lips.
He pulled away from her mouth and moved to sit up, straddling her hips. “I’ll gladly take off whatever you want me to.” Keeping their gazes locked, he shrugged out the duster and threw it to the side. He gave her a wicked smile. “I’ll even take this off for you.”
Daylen lowered her gaze to watch Jager undo the buckle of the leather belt around his waist that had his sheathed sword attached to it. He put that on the floor beside them.
At this point, Daylen pretty much didn’t care that he had been carrying a concealed weapon once again. She was more interested in the noticeably large bulge in the front of his snug-fitting jeans.
Licking her suddenly dry lips, Daylen pulled the bottom of Jager’s t-shirt out of the top of his jeans and slowly pushed it up his body. Little by little, well defined washboard abs started to appear. Daylen swallowed. Unable to resist, she ran a hand over his stomach. Jager’s loud indrawn breath caused her hand to still as her gaze shot back up to his face. He had his eyes closed while his large chest rapidly rose and fell.
“Don’t stop,” Jager said in a strained voice. “I love the feel of you touching me.”
More than willing to comply, Daylen stroked her hand along his skin. Jager’s stomach muscles quivered beneath her fingers. She pushed his shirt as high as she could reach before Jager took hold of the bottom of it and roughly pulled it over his head and off. It was Daylen’s turn to suck in a breath. Jager’s upper body was a sight to behold—
all smooth skin. His chest was thickly padded with muscle, as were his shoulders and his arms. She wanted to explore every inch of him with her hands and tongue.
Since she couldn’t reach his upper body, Daylen settled for putting her hands on his hard jean-clad thighs. When she kneaded them and his erection jerked inside his pants, it proved to be a temptation she couldn’t resist. Running her hands up Jager’s thighs, she settled them on his narrow hips. He made another half growl/half groan sound as she trailed one hand from his hipbone across the front of his jeans to his hard cock. Daylen lightly stroked her fingers across it. His hips jerked in response.
“Touch me there, Daylen,” Jager said huskily. “Feel how hard you make me?”
Her pussy clenched at his words. Panting with need, she reached for the button and zipper of his jeans. Once she parted the material, his engorged cock sprang free. The sight of him, thick and long, caused more wetness to leak out of her core. Daylen wanted to feel it buried deep inside her, moving in and out until she screamed her pleasure.
With her fingers, she traced the length of Jager’s shaft, then circled the head. Jager moaned as a bead of pre-cum appeared on the very tip of his cock. Circling his thickness with her hand, Daylen pumped it up and down. Jager rocked his hips in time with her strokes, pushing his cock tighter into her grip.
“Christ, that feels good,” Jager said with a moan. “I’m about ready to explode, but not yet.”
Jager pulled her hand off him and moved to lie at her side. He placed kisses along her jaw as he molded her breast in his large hand. While he dragged his lips to the side of her neck, Jager shoved a hand under her shirt. He pushed up the front of the sports bra she wore and took her nipple between his thumb and index finger, rolling it between them.
When Daylen arched her back, Jager gathered the front of her shirt in his hand and pulled it, along with her sports bra, off. He flung them away and bent his head to take a taut nipple between his teeth. He gently bit down on it before he sucked it inside his mouth. Daylen reached up and pulled Jager’s hair loose. She buried her hands in the silky strands and moaned, holding him to her breast.
He soon shifted his attention to her other breast. She moaned again at the feel of him drawing on her nipple. Her pussy ached to be filled. Daylen reached for Jager’s cock, but he pushed her hand away before she could touch him.
He lifted his head. “Not yet. You touch me now and I’ll lose control.”
Daylen groaned. “Losing control is good.”
“Yes, but not this time.”
Jager laved her nipple with the flat of his tongue, then blew across it. Goose bumps rose along Daylen’s skin, and she shivered. He kissed the underside of her breast as he hooked the top of her yoga pants with his fingers and pulled them down past her hips.
Once he had them down her legs, Daylen kicked them free. Jager shoved his hand down the front of her panties and palmed her pussy. A finger delved between her folds and pushed inside her core.
“You’re so wet,” he said as he pumped his finger in and out of her sex. “I have to taste.”
Jager quickly pulled her panties off before he shifted to lie between her spread thighs. He kissed his way down her stomach and cupped her bottom in his hands. Lifting her to him, he dragged his tongue along her pussy. Daylen cried out as waves of pleasure shot through her. They only intensified when Jager spread her open even more and lapped at her sex. He licked and sucked, circling her clit before he sucked on it as well.
Lost in wave after wave of pleasure, Daylen felt her orgasm build inside her pussy.
She was so close to falling over the edge. With Jager, her body sang. He knew just where to touch her to give her the most pleasure.
Unable to hold still any longer, Daylen rocked her hips as Jager licked at her sex.
She moaned when one finger, and then a second, pushed inside her core. He sucked on her clit while he moved his fingers inside her. With a strangled cry, Daylen started to come. Jager continued to work his fingers in and out of her until the last wave of her orgasm subsided.