Undercover Badge 2; Girl With A gun (Badass with a badge ) UNDER CONSTRUCTION

***CHAPTER 14***

RECAP;

I stepped forward, sinking to a knee, and reached out, twisting her body. She hissed at me. "I don't want your help." she hissed, but her voice was broken, a gruff whisper.

"Can I tell you a secret?" I asked her quietly.

"I didn't give you a choice." With that, I hoisted her into my arms, lifting her body off the floor. She didn't protest. I don't think she had the strength. I turned, aware that every one was staring as I carried her out the building.

KAT.

I woke up warm. And comfortable. Something I hadn't been in the fast four weeks.

I turned over in the bed, feeling so comfortable. Where was I? I opened my eyes, looking around the room. There was a chair with a white shirt on it. I pulled back the bed covers, sliding my legs out. I was in my underwear, thank heavens. I walked over to the shirt, remembering James, picking me up. The way he told me I dint have a choice. He'd been commanding and I'd loved it. I was allowed to be weak. No one judged me.

I picked up the dress shirt, sliding my arms into it, and doing the buttons up to just below my bra. The shirts hem reached above mid-thigh.

"I still love you." we both said in a rush. We each looked at each other, our eyes wide. He made the fist move.

Long, powerful, purposeful strides toward me, before throwing a strong, hard muscled arm around my waist, pulling me up of the ground as our moths sealed in a passionate, burning kiss. My hands went to his neck, and my legs wrapped around him. He undid his shirt, tearing it off of me. He undid my bra, laying me down on the couch as our tongues battled. My hands went to the zip on his jeans. It felt amazing to be holding him, his hard muscles against my soft flesh.

We fist made love on his couch.

Then the counter in his kitchen.

Then the floor in the lounge.

Then dining room table.

And, finally in his room, where we stayed for the rest of the day.

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***CHAPTER 13***

KAT.

I was naked.

That was my first thought when I woke up. I'm in an unfamiliar bed, and I'm not alone. Were my second and third.

Instinct told me to flip around and kill whoever lay with me. However, the fingers I could feel running up and down my spine, slowly with a feather light touch, were familiar. I was on my stomach, my head resting on a pillow, my face turned to the left. The person lying with me was on my right.

I sighed, happy, and raised myself a little to turn my head the other way. When I was relaxed, I opened my eyes. James was looking at me, his eyebrows furrowed.

I knew that look. He was afraid of my reaction to waking up in bed next to him after we'd made love so much yesterday. I smiled and reached out my right hand to the back of his neck, pulling him down. His brows furrowed farther, and I noticed that he made the confused look sexy.

I brought his lips to mine and it sparked so many memories of what he did to me yesterday and last night...

I brought myself closer to him until our naked bodies were flush against each other, deepening the kiss. I pulled back a little and whispered; "Good morning, James." my lips barely brushed his as I spoke, so I leaned in again. I pulled his lower lip between mine and ran my tongue along it, something I knew he loved.