Page 17 of Caught With the Sheriff

My breath stalls in my throat, my pulse pounding so loud I can barely hear.

But there’s no way that I can miss his words. “I’m not going anywhere and there’s no way in hell anybody else is ever getting into this house again. And if they did? I’d kill them with my bare hands.”

My jaw drops. There’s no smile. “You’re not serious,” I breathe.

His mouth comes down to mine and I feel his breath across my lips. “I am damn serious, little sprite. I’ve spent my whole life being the steady man. The man who never lets a situation get away from him. The man who is always there when people need him and who never loses control. But I cannot control myself around you.” His head dips again and his lips brush my jaw and I whimper.

“I can’t help it. You’re my kryptonite, sweetheart. If anything happened to you I’d lose my mind.”

My eyes search his, looking for the joke. The laugh at the silly woman’s expense. A man like him? And a mouse like me?

No fucking way! I couldn’t even write that opposites attract trope. I’d laugh myself silly.

But he’s not laughing. “You can’t be serious,” I breathe. “You don’t want me.”

He grins slowly, wickedly. “Oh, little sprite…you would blush bright red if you know what I want from you. What I want to do to you.”

And then his mouth is on mine and it’s like an awakening. His touch steadies me. His big body surrounds me. The scent of night and man clings to him like a dark, sexy cloud.

His mouth moves on mine and my lips open. His hand caresses the back of my neck and moves to hold me just where he wants me.

Control. Every breath of him is control. And I love it. Because my whole life has been chaos.

I moan when his tongue slicks along my lips and my mouth opens for him.

I expect him to storm inside, taking what he needs, what I want.

But his tongue gently slides along my cheek, traces my teeth and tangles softly with my own tongue.

Panting, I reach up and tangle my fingers in his thick, soft hair, dragging his hat off and throwing it to the floor.

His big arms wrap around me tight as he lifts me up and on instinct, I wrap my legs around his muscular hips. He’s a tank so my whole body scrabbles to wrap around him.

“Fuck, Willow. Little one. I fucking need you so damn bad. Ever since I saw you, I haven’t been able to forget you. Not one damn second of the fucking day.” His mouth slides down until he nips at the curve my throat. I moan and his chest rumbles. “Need you, baby. Need you so bad.”

He throws me down on the couch and stands over me, his big hands on his hips. His heated gaze runs over me and I groan when my pussy clenches and I feel the moisture in my panties.

He drops to his knees between my legs and growls, his palms running restlessly up my thighs and back down. “Let me make you feel good, baby. Let me show you what you do to me.”

My tongue is glued to the roof of my mouth but I nod my head frantically.

He growls and then his fingers tug at my pants, pulling them down my legs, grabbing my panties as well until I’m lying there bare as a newborn.

“Fuck, that has to be the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.”

I flush at his rough, wicked words. I’ve written them but I’ve never heard anything like them myself.

His head comes down and he kisses along my thighs. My hands wrap in his hair as his lips come closer to where I need him. He pauses and I see him lift his head, my hips shifting restlessly.

“Are you sure, baby?”

“Yes, please, Jasper.”

With a pained growl, he dives down and I feel his mouth on my pussy for the first time.

Heat. Every muscle in my body locks up and my breath freezes in my lungs as his tongue laps along my clit.

“Holy shit!” I hiss and then he mouths along my lower lips and drives his tongue inside my needy little hole.