2nd Excerpt- The First to Fall

He pulled her forward until she was sitting on his lap, and stroked her cheek. “Look at me, Doc.” She slowly lifted her eyes until they met his. “I will never hurt you.”
She gave him a sad smile and cupped his face, brushing his lips gently with hers. The feel of her mouth on his made him hot and he returned the kiss. With a deftness that she didn’t know he possessed, he removed the band from her hair, letting it fall like a silken curtain. His hand moved down to cup her breast and she pressed into him. Slowly, one hand moved up her thigh his tongue playing with hers, she smiled against his lips. He looked at her curiously. “What?” He asked.
“You promised you would keep your hands to yourself. You, Det. Cain are a horrible boy scout.” Sighing dramatically he held his hands up over his head. “You’re right.” He leaned back against the sofa and stared at the ceiling. He was so hard it hurt, but a promise was a promise. When she straddled him, he could feel her heat through her jeans and he groaned. She brushed against him, her thighs tightening around him, her breast crushed against his chest. She linked her fingers with his, bringing his hands down to cup her butt as she writhed against him, her mouth warm and soft on his neck. He swallowed hard and looked at her through narrowed eyes. “What are you doing? Not that I’m complaining.”
“Well,” She said her mouth close to his, “I never promised anything.” She teased before her tongue, slipped into his mouth. She tasted of pizza and beer and a warm sweetness that was all her. She ground her hips into him, her hands under his shirt her nails leaving trails of heat on his bare skin, and he could feel his body tighten and strain against his jeans in response.
“You are making it so hard for me to be good.” He mumbled. She smirked, and then reached under her shirt, fumbling for a minute. He watched as she slipped a pale pink lace bra from one sleeve and tossed it aside. She took one of his hands placing it on her breast; he could feel her hardened nipple through the thin material. She sighed and leaned into his touch, her teeth raking her bottom lip.
“You play dirty.” He mumbled and rolled her onto her side, her back resting on the cool leather of the sofa, his mouth on her throat. He moved down her body, pushing her shirt up exposing the taunt skin of her stomach. Pushing her shirt up, he exposed her breasts, taking on his mouth, sucking and licking until she arched into him, soft sighs of pleasure escaping her with every stroke. His fingers worked on the snap of her jeans, when he’d managed to undo the button, he took his time pulling the zipper down so slowly it was agonizing. Finally his hand moved past the denim and flimsy piece of lace she called panties to cup her, and she pressed into his hand. She was wet and warm and he wanted to sink himself into her. She pulled his face up to hers, wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him longer and harder than he had ever been kissed before; she took his breath away, her body molded against his, her long denim clad legs tightening around his hips. She opened her mouth to speak, and his phone buzzed, jumping to life on the coffee table. He glanced at the screen and cursed.
“Shit, Shit.” He sat back on his haunches and answered his breath ragged and shallow. “Somebody better be on fucking fire.” He barked.


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