Page 134 of Broken
The energy shifted, her gaze darkened, her lips parted. From across the room, they stared into each other’s eyes. Their undeniable connection had him pushing off the floor. With his gaze cemented on her, he made his way over. One step at a time.
He extended his hands. She placed hers into his, and he pulled her to her feet. Then, he circled his arms around her, pulled her close, and kissed her. She pressed herself against him, slipped her fingers into his hair, and moaned into his mouth. He opened his and she dipped her tongue inside.
The kiss turned greedy and feral, the unrelenting need to take her into his arms had him tightening his hold. He wanted to be as close as two people could be, and he wanted her in his bed all night long.
She slowed the kiss down, but she didn’t break away. Staring into his eyes, she whispered, “I want to stay, but I don’t think we should cross that line.”
He wanted to laugh, but the anguish in her eyes had him running his fingers through her long, wavy hair. “We already crossed it.”
“That was different. We were kink partners who didn’t know anything about each other. Now, we’re working together. I’m grateful to Z for this opportunity, but he would ship me back to the task force without a second thought.”
“You can sleep in any of the spare bedrooms, including the suite downstairs. But I want you with me.”
“What about Ethan? I don’t want to confuse him. I mean, he’s already attached to Loki. If I return to California and take Loki from him, that won’t help him feel safe and secure.”
“Then, you won’t go back to California.”
She sighed. “I want you. I can’t stop thinking about how much I want you. I want to pleasure you—”
“What happened to punishing me?”
Her lips tugged up. “I want you in my mouth.” Adrenaline coursed through him. “I’ve never done that with you. But it wouldn’t be for you, it would be for me.”
“And I’ll take my punishment like a man.” He whisked her into his arms and headed up the stairs.
“Computer, turn off lights on the first floor.”
As he ascended, the lights flicked off. On the second floor, he set his sights for the closed double doors at the end of the hallway, pausing at Ethan’s doorway.
The nightlight cast a soft glow on him. He was on his back, sleeping peacefully, his thumb finally out of his mouth. Knowing Ethan was safe let him turn his full attention on the beautiful woman in his arms.
He slid his gaze to her, and she was waiting. Her breathing had shifted, her eyes filled with anticipation. He remembered that look and he couldn’t wait to make her unravel around him. Prescott continued down the hallway, his heart picking up speed as he strode toward his bedroom.
Time to act like an adult, with an adult.
He closed and locked his bedroom door, told the computer to set the night table light on low. Then, he set Jacqueline down in the middle of his bedroom. They came together in a whoosh of energy, their bodies pressed tightly against each other, arms locking each other in place.
Despite the lust streaking through him, he wanted to take his time and savor her. Worship her for as long as she would let him. They weren’t hooking up at their club. No hiding behind fake names, no sexy scene they were acting out.
Just the two of them, in his bedroom. Suddenly, things got very real and very personal. And he could not fucking wait.
She yanked off her shirt, wiggled out of her jeans. Excitement firmed his cock as she leaned up, dropped a kiss on his lips. Then, she unbuttoned his shirt, helped him out of it. Within seconds, his boxer briefs topped the heap of their discarded clothes. He naked, she still in her bra and panties, the swells of her breasts catching his eye.
Her fingers drifted into his hair, she stood on her toes while he snaked his arms around her, palmed her ass, and pulled her close.
“I have no expectations,” she whispered. “I don’t want you to think—”
He stopped her with a kiss while he ran his hands up and down the sides of her body, appreciating her hourglass waist.
Her breathing shifted, his too. She jumped into his arms, clinging to him while their tongues explored, teased, stroked, and pleased. She started moving in his arms, writhing against his torso while her moans turned ardent.
The desire to root himself inside her had his rock-hard cock throbbing so hard it felt like a bass drum between his legs.
He pulled off the comforter, sending bed pillows flying. After stripping off her bra and panties, he paused to soak up her naked body.
“Sexy, sexy, Jacqueline.”
She laid down sideways across the mattress—hismattress.
