Bound By Her Scent (A BBW Shifter Romance): Twin Canyon Shifters Page 5
She shook her head vigorously, “No!”
A sly smile spread across his face as he began to put all the pieces together. Releasing her jaw, Chase let his hand slowly travel south to the curved swell of her breasts. “So no one touched you here?” he asked, as he used a knuckle to gently caress the cleavage above the collar of her shirt. She inhaled sharply and shook her head slowly this time. “But when you said you finally relaxed, you meant you came, didn’t you?”
His touch was playing havoc on her senses, tightening her nipples and causing liquid to dampen her panties. She had difficulty following his line of questioning.
“Tess?” his tone was much softer than before. He waited for her to look at him, and when she did, he could see desire clouding her gaze. “Are you trying to tell me that you pleasured yourself?”
If Chase hadn't been watching her so closely he would have missed her slight nod before she tried to back away and turn out of his grasp. “I just wanted us to start speaking again,” she confessed. “I don’t like it when we fight. I figured it’d make us both happier.”
“Oh, I’m happy, babe, but that still doesn’t answer my question,” he stated, waiting patiently for her to finally admit that she’d masturbated. “I’m right, aren’t I?” he repeated, needing to know if he was on the right track, while dipping his hand lower still, nearing but not quite reaching her hardened tips.
Tess was a grown woman. She should be able to have an adult discussion about sex and not feel embarrassed by her actions. She took a fortifying breath before answering, “Fine. If you must know, yes, I saw to my own needs.” She lifted her chin in defiance. “There’s nothing wrong with that,” she stated defensively.
A relaxed smiled spanned Chase’s face, revealing his perfect white teeth. “Sweetheart, I didn’t say there was. Actually, I think it’s fucking hot. The thought of you touching yourself, fingering that wet, tight pussy until you come is one of my all-time fantasies. I’m just disappointed that I wasn’t there to watch you or, at the very least, help lick your fingers clean...”
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Widowed at a young age, Rachel Halson has spent the last 20 years as the ultimate mother, volunteer and picture-perfect good girl—and she’s had enough. Now she wants to experience all things sexual. The only problem is that Rachel’s not sure she has it in her; fortunately, that changes the instant she meets Detective Mitch Lang.
Mitch is gruff, demanding and definitely not the type to break in a mild-mannered homemaker from Wyoming. However, after one taste of her, Mitch finds he wants nothing more than to teach the lovely Miss Halson all the naughty things he can do to her in his bed.
Luckily, Mitch and Rachel both want the same thing—sex. No strings, no emotions, just hot, wild sex . . . and lots of it.
But when casual begins to feel like commitment and a dirty cop threatens their relationship, Mitch and Rachel must decide if what they have is actually worth fighting for.
Warning: This book contains a mature sexy, alpha male hero who knows how to make a curvy woman scream in bed, on a table, against a wall, on the floor and anywhere else he pleases. Its spicy sex scenes may be too hot for some to handle, and there’s no lack of four-letter words. Luckily one of them is 'love'.
Read an Excerpt:
He watched all the color drain from Rachel’s face while she scanned the dozens of condoms and two sealed tubes of lube as they tumbled onto the wooden surface. He smiled smugly—time for her to lose the innocent act.
“Oh. My. God. I’m going to kill him,” she hissed quietly, her hand at her mouth, covering her shock. “I . . . those aren’t . . . wait a minute? You . . . think I’m a prostitute?”
Damn, she was good. “The innocent act only works on me once, Rachel, so you can drop it. I asked you a question. How much was Kyle paying you?”
“I . . . he wasn’t! Those aren’t even mine!” she squealed, desperate for Mitch to believe her. “I can’t believe this is happening.”
“Believe it, Miss Halson,” he slowly unsnapped the tab on pouch that kept his handcuffs secured to his belt, “because it’s not too late to take that ride to the station.”
Rachel’s eyes darted from his face to the cuffs and back again. Her complexion paled, and she chewed on her lip nervously.
The seemingly innocent gesture caused alarm bell’s to go off in Mitch’s head, his cock to harden painfully and—for a brief instance—he almost felt sorry for her fate.
“Please, Officer Lang, I’m telling the truth . . .”
“Detective Lang,” Mitch interrupted, sure that revealing his rank would further intimidate her. A detective was a whole lot more trouble for a hooker than the average officer, and yet she didn’t seem fazed by his declaration. “You expect me to believe that you went to that party with a purse full of condoms and lube, but had no intention of getting fucked? Nice try, Miss Halson.” He opened the metal cuffs taking one of her wrists in his hand and clicked it in place.
“Oh god. I can’t get arrested for prostitution,” she mumbled.
*****
Her plea seemed to have no effect on the angry man cuffing her. For the first time that night Rachel feared the handsome law officer. In her small front hall, his broad shoulders, muscled arms and long thick legs dwarfed Rachel’s larger-than-average frame, threatening to engulf her.
With the second metal bracelet secured, he leaned down close to her ear, so close she could feel his warm breath tickling her flesh. “Well, you’re in luck,” the man rasped almost seductively, “because I’m gonna make you an offer, Miss Halson. And you should know that I don’t ever make such offers, so think very wisely before you make your decision.”
He turned her back around to face him, and she noted that his angry scowl only served to add to his already brooding good looks. He looked dangerous and Rachel couldn’t stop a shiver from running through her. Taking her chin in his hand, he forced her head up to ensure he had her full attention. In the dim light, his sliver eyes called to her, calming her, while at the same time causing her pulse to quicken. “We can take that ride downtown, you’ll get arrested and most likely spend the rest of the evening in jail, or you can work off some of Kyle’s money right here, Miss Halson, on your knees.”
It took a few breaths for Rachel to comprehend the implications of his offer. Is he really offering me freedom at the price of a blow job? That is my penance? Relief washed over Rachel, and she released the breath she’d been holding, which seemed to add more lines to the detective’s brow.
Sucking on Detective Lang’s cock would not be a punishment for Rachel. She’d wanted a taste of him the minute she’d laid eyes on him. She’d planned to invite him in earlier, hoping for this very opportunity, but his no-nonsense dismissal made her hesitate. At the time, she’d thought maybe he was married or in a relationship; now the only thing that made her hesitate was the fact that he believed her to be a prostitute.
“Detective Lang—”
He interrupted, “Save your breath and your explanations, Miss Halson. All I want is your decision. Are we driving back to the station or are you gonna suck me off?...”
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