My breath stopped at the last bit of what he said. Goosebumps ran down my body like a trail of fireworks.
Donnor...out of all the people...
My knees got all weak. I couldn't hold myself any longer.
And he, reading into my answer, didn't wait. He met my lips, how an evil would gladly hold a petal.
His body sunk into mine in a hard cold press, making me groan. My curves danced along his tall, hard upper bottom in a rhythm, following the pace of our lips.
He was slow and gentle with it, massaging the lower lip with intricate precision and warmth. I grabbed his shirt, expecting the twinge of pain to crack through any second.
But seconds passed, and nothing happened. All I got were butterflies, sugar rush, candies, and a rainbow doing gymnastics in my stomach.
His hands, on the other hand, were a clear contrast. They ran down my thigh, going around my waist, up the back of my neck -- pulling me as close to him as possible, digging my body. It was as if he wanted to feel as much of me as possible.
Everywhere his hands went, they left me in a trail of sparks, igniting my insides. The pace fastened, his hold on my neck turning into a grab. He was itching to bite my lower lip...to get rough...but he maintained the softness with grace.
I was in a different trance. It felt so good. He felt so good. I was getting addicted. He pulled me to a different corner. Our fingers interlocked. He pulled my hands up, tightening the lock.
My breath grew raspy. He went down the side of my neck, muttering in a grumble,
"Officer Callie...hope this helps with your injury a bit."
My heart pounded. This fucking man.
The corner of my lips pulled up. I brushed my fingers past the buttons of his shirt, holding off his belt.
His head pulled back, landing on where my hand was in a flash.
A satisfying smile spread across my face. He wasn't expecting that one.
But my job wasn't over. I tiptoed, praying I wouldn't fall as I muttered in his ears in my most sensual voice,
"Thank you. Do you want me to return the favour?"
My eyes landed on his face standing still, his eyes and jaw flashing a movement. At that moment, I grabbed him closer to me with his belt.
He got grabbed.
My heart pumped up in silent celebration.
I had caught him off guard. Aha! Donnor James, out of all the people, is off guard!
I couldn't contain my bursting smile. I was close to cracking into laughter. From the corner of my eyes, I could feel his face drilling on me with waves, hurricanes, glaciers, and whatnot, but little did I care.
All he had was some ice power, but I, for one, am a woman of many tricks.
He, got all close to me, forcing me to address him.
My eyes landed on his face, avoiding eye contact. I muttered,
"What?"
His hand went on my thigh, lighting up my body. But that wasn't the problem. It went further up the summary frock I was wearing.
My eyes flashed on his face, staring at me dead cold. He stood expressionless. I couldn't even tell if he was angry, amused, whatever.
He muttered under my ears, tingling my ears,
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