His Trouble in Tallulah: In the Line of Duty, Book 2 Read online

  “I wanted to wait up for you. Just to make sure you made it back okay.”

  His gut tightened because this felt real, too real. Too good.

  She started toward him, her movements seductive, purposeful. “Did you have a nice time tonight?” he asked struggling for small talk when all he wanted to do was drag her into his arms.

  “I did.” She came closer, her nearness making him breathless. “Jenny loved all our gifts.”

  “Our gifts?”

  She placed her hand on his chest and smiled at him. “I put them from you too, Garrett. That’s what couples do.”

  Everything in the way she said couple and lumped them into the same category made him forget this was pretend. Unease moved through his bloodstream, but when he caught the longing in her eyes, it was quickly forgotten. He glanced downward and his cock twitched, possessiveness raging through him when he glimpsed her pretty pink negligee and matching panties.

  His blood pulsed hot, and he struggled to rein in his lust. “You look beautiful.”

  “What, this old thing?” Her soft laugh curled around him and settled deep in his groin.

  He ran his hand along her arm and brushed her hair from her shoulder. That’s when he saw the price tag at the back. His chest tightened and a low growl rumbled in his throat.

  “You…” He stopped to swallow. “You did this just for me?”

  His heart skipped a beat and even though it might not be in his best interest, because he definitely didn’t want to develop more than casual feelings, he knew he had to have her again.

  “I found it in the bottom of my suitcase.” She blinked dark lashes over not so innocent eyes. “And look at that, it just happens to be your favorite color.” Her fingers curled in his shirt and the passion in her eyes became his undoing.

  “You didn’t have to do this. Not for me,” he said, but was touched deeply that she had. Garrett gripped the price tag and with one quick tug he tore it free.

  “Oh,” she said when he discarded it, her eyes conveying her embarrassment as she looked away.

  He cupped her chin and turned her face until she was looking at him. “Don’t, Tallulah. Don’t ever be embarrassed with me,” he said and when her breathing grew shallow, he began sweating. Christ, no woman had ever made him sweat before.

  Feeling a little shaky, a little unstable, he backed her up, and grabbed the scarf off the bed. His mind raced through all the events since they’d landed in town, from his meeting with her folks, the luncheon and the bachelor party, to his run-in with her ex. Honestly, he hated how everyone wanted to steer her life. Then again, they all thought they knew what was best because in order to make them happy, she never gave voice to what she really wanted.

  He might not have known Tallulah very long, but being with her and watching her for the last couple of days made it feel like he’d known her forever. Made him want to do things for her. Made him wish he were the man she thought he was.

  “Garrett?” she asked, after he’d gone quiet.

  “Yeah?”

  “Are you okay?”

  He exhaled slowly, and even though he feared he’d never be okay again, he said, “Yeah, I’m okay.” He brushed his thumb over her mouth, and while emotions played no part in this charade, he knew what he was about to do next was as much for her as it was him.

  You’re not supposed to care.

  “Do you trust me?” he asked and moved his thumb to her flushed cheek, thinking about how perfect she was, and how she was good with her words, but needed to learn to use them to tell people what she wanted.

  She nodded without hesitation, and tenderness stole over him. Working to still his shaky hands, he grabbed her arms and pinned them at her back. He buried his face in her hair and inhaled her scent as he shackled her wrists, binding her hands tightly with the scarf.

  “What are you doing?” she asked breathlessly, her eyes wide and her body quaking beneath his touch.

  He stepped away for a moment and grabbed another scarf from her open suitcase. He cupped her face, and looked directly into her eyes.

  “Garrett,” she murmured, leaning into his touch, those dark expressive eyes of her so honest, so full of trust that it stole his next breath.

  He gave a little push. When she dropped to the bed, he sank to his knees in front of her and climbed in between her thighs. “I’m a man of action, and you’re a woman of words, Tallulah,” he whispered into her ear. “And now I’m going to make you use them.”

  Chapter Seven

  He sent her a look so potent it touched something deep inside her, something she feared there was no coming back from as he brushed the scarf over her cheek. Her heart rated quickened, the cool, smooth texture of silk against her skin eliciting a shiver as she waited to see what he’d do next. Taking her by surprise, he covered her eyes, and when he knotted the scarf behind her head, she sat there trying to remember how to breathe.

  “That’s not too tight, is it?” he asked, his low voice doing mysterious things to her body and soul.

  “No,” she whispered as equal amounts of excitement and alarm hit at the same time. Never in her life had she been tied and blindfolded, although she had to admit, it felt highly erotic, completely freeing—and not something she’d do with just anyone.

  With her other senses finely tuned, she listened as Garrett shuffled between her legs. She took that moment to wonder exactly what he was up to and what he meant when he said she’d be using her words.

  “Garrett,” she said, pulling his scent into her lungs and catching the tang of beer on his breath.

  “Yeah?” he asked, and she noted how his voice sounded deeper when she couldn’t see him. She reached out to touch him but remembered her hands were tied.

  “What are we doing?”

  Instead of answering he asked a question of his own, “Are you comfortable, sweetheart?” She heard a new tenderness in his tone and assumed the beer had mellowed him.

  She nodded as a slow tremor worked its way through her blood.

  His hand went to the straps on her negligee and he ran his fingers up and down them, then he lightly brushed the peaks of her nipples. Ripples of sensual pleasure coursed through her and her pulse kicked up a notch as she leaned into his touch.

  He pulled his hand away, and she gave a low growl of displeasure, instantly missing his heat, the feel of his rough palms on her body.

  “Do you want me to touch you, Peaches?” he asked and she could sense him backing away, putting distance between them.

  Aching to lose herself in him, she nodded, needing in the most frightening ways to feel him on top of her, inside her.

  “Then tell me. Tell me exactly what you want and I’ll do it.”

  Her heart leapt because while she’d been bold last night, showing him what she wanted, never had she told a man what she wanted before. Heck, she’d never even used anything but technical terms for her private parts before.

  Suddenly unsure, she began, “Garrett…”

  “Tell me, Peaches,” he pushed. “Tell me where you want my mouth, my hands, my cock.”

  She swallowed hard, and thought more about this game he was playing, how he was pushing her beyond her comfort zone, and how he’d just told her never to be embarrassed with him.

  Honestly, she’d be a fool not to shed all her inhibitions and enjoy every moment she could with him, before they returned to Austin, to reality.

  “Tell me,” he said again, his tone a little firmer, his presence overwhelming her even with her blindfold on.

  She lifted her chin and wet her lips, the warmth of the room engulfing her. “I want you to kiss me.”

  She felt his hands on her thighs, and listened to his lusty groan as he spread them wide to climb in between. Her sex moistened as he pressed against her, and when she felt how aroused he was, she shifted granting him better access.

  His mouth brushed hers, soft at first, then harder, more demanding. He lightly bit her bottom lip and she gasped. But he swallowed t
he sound, and deepened the kiss until she was damn near delirious with want.

  He inched back, his mouth still hovering over hers. She licked her lips and said, “I love the way you kiss me.”

  “Where do you want my mouth now?”

  “My neck,” she murmured without hesitation, and thought she heard Garrett give a needy sigh of acquiescence.

  He pushed her hair off her shoulders and abandoned her mouth. She sat still, her senses tuned as he traced the pattern of her face, and surfed his fingers along the outline of her jaw, his touch so gentle and tender, it caught her off guard. Warmth flooded her, and she drew a shaky breath as she absorbed his heat.

  A second later he buried his face in her neck. His tongue felt so gloriously erotic on her flesh her throat dried and a new kind of hunger consumed her. She struggled with the binding on her hands, wanting to push his head lower, to show him where she wanted his mouth, but couldn’t loosen the knot.

  “Lower,” she murmured, thrusting her pelvis forward to force his arousal to press harder against her drenched sex. “Lower, please…”

  He put his mouth at the base of her throat and his breath tickled her flesh. “Do you mean here?”

  “No,” she cried out.

  “What about here?” her asked, and ran his lips and teeth over her shoulders.

  A quiver moved through her, and with her patience at an end she blurted out, “My breasts.”

  He pulled back and her skin chilled where his hot mouth had just been. “What do you want me to do to your breasts?” he asked.

  She growled in frustration. “Please, I want you to take them into your mouth. I want you to lick and suck my nipples. I want you to…bite them.”

  “That’s a girl.” He ran his palm over the curve of her breasts before he tugged the negligee down to free her aching breasts. His lips scorched her skin when he pulled one breast into his mouth, and when she arched into his kisses, a primal sound rumbled in the depths of his throat, making her feel bolder, more confident in what they were doing.

  “Bite me.” Her body quivered in delight and her thighs hugged his hips, afraid he’d stop at any moment.

  He clenched hard, and when she let loose a cry of ecstasy, his moans of pleasure merged with hers. The soft blade of his tongue soothed the sting he left behind, and warmth brewed deep inside her.

  He spent a long time licking, sucking and nibbling, until languorous warmth stole over her and small spasms pulled at her core. She gave a needy, not quite satisfied sigh, her body trembling all over. Good God, the pleasure was exquisite but this slow seduction was about to become her undoing. Needing him to touch her everywhere, to bury his mouth in the apex of her legs, she widened her thighs, letting him know in no uncertain terms what she wanted.

  “I need…” she murmured, as her body burned from the inside out.

  “What do you need?” he asked, his voice stroking her all over.

  Acutely aware that he was forcing her to say the words, to tell him exactly what she wanted even though coherent thought was nearly beyond her, she whispered with effort, “I need you between my legs. I need to feel your tongue on me.”

  “Where on you?”

  Her heart missed a beat. “On my pussy.”

  His mouth skinned downward, dancing over her thin negligee as his fingers lightly massaged the skin above her midriff. Then he pulled back, and gripped her thighs. He never spoke for a long time and she could sense him looking at her. It filled her with excitement, and a longing so deep and profound it made her feel a bit uneasy. Before she could examine it further, or remind herself they weren’t playing for keeps, he dipped a finger under the small fabric covering her sex, and pulled it to the side to expose her hot core.

  He sucked in a sharp breath, the sound curling around her. “Fuck,” he murmured and she could hear the need, the impatience in his voice.

  The scent of her arousal saturated the small room and teased her nostrils. A shiver tingled all the way to her toes as her blood pulsed hot.

  “Jesus,” he murmured, desire deepening his voice and fueling the need inside her.

  Her sex pulsed at the warm and wicked sensations. Unable to hold back any longer, she said, “I need your mouth on me. I need you to put your tongue on my clit, and your fingers inside my pussy. I need you to make me come.”

  She heard his throat work as he removed her panties, and a second later his mouth pressed hungrily to her sex, his tongue toying with her inflamed clit while his fingers breached her drenched opening. He pushed one inside, and she clenched around him, his touch sending shockwaves through her. She moved against him, rocking her hips and savoring everything he offered.

  Beneath his artful manipulation, heat rushed through her and her orgasm was so close she could barely think straight. She began panting as his mouth pillaged her with fierce hunger, his finger brushing her inner core until her nerve endings were on fire.

  He gave long, thrusting strokes, and her heart hammered when he deepened the kiss, the sweet torment taking her higher than she’d ever been before. She felt the tension of an impending orgasm and let her head roll back, wanting nothing more than to forget the real world and just ride the glorious waves forever and ever. Heat reverberated through her blood and in no time at all her body went up in a burst of flames. Her orgasm hit so hard, it knocked her off balance.

  She pulsed and throbbed and cried out his name as he put his arms around her hips to hold her as he lapped at her cream, his tongue prolonging the release.

  “You are the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted,” he murmured from deep between her legs.

  She rolled her tongue around her dry mouth and worked to swallow. “Let me taste,” she said quietly, and felt a little jolt of pleasure when air rushed from his lungs, followed by a strangled cry. A second later he shifted positions, and she warmed at the intimacy in what they were doing when he captured her mouth in a slow, simmering kiss. He growled, and sexual prowess rolled through her to know she could pull such a fierce reaction from him.

  She moaned as she tasted herself on his mouth. “Mmm, peaches,” she managed to get out between his heated kisses and felt his body stiffen.

  “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?”

  He pressed his lips to hers again, except this time his burning mouth came down hard, his kisses frantic, urgent.

  He kissed her for a long time, and as she savored the flavor of his mouth, her sex began throbbing once again, needing him inside her. “Garrett,” she said hardly able to breathe let alone speak.

  He ran his hands through her hair. “What is it, Peaches?” His voice wavered, and she could tell he was struggling for control as his body clamored for attention.

  “Stand up.”

  “Why?”

  “Hey, I’m the one who’s supposed to be doing the talking, you’re the man of actions, remember.”

  “Christ,” he said, and she could just picture his sexy smile. “What have I done to you?”

  “Maybe you should be thinking about what I’m going to be doing to you,” she teased.

  His soft chuckle curled around her and she listened to his clothes rustle as he obeyed her command. “I’m standing,” he said.

  “Unbutton your pants. I want to taste you.”

  “Jesus Christ.” He gripped her head. “Tallulah…”

  “Do it,” she demanded. “Take off your pants and put your cock in my mouth.”

  Garrett could barely think, let alone work his zipper. As he watched Tallulah blossom before his eyes he ached to tear that sexy negligee from her body and drive into her so hard and deep they’d both forget what century they were in.

  Working to keep his hand from shaking, he released his zipper. The sound cut through the air as she sat there perched on the edge of the bed, her mouth poised open, waiting for his cock.

  Sweet fuck!

  His skin grew tight and his body thrummed and he had no idea how he’d ever be able to last. One flick of that hot tongue, one lo
ng suck and he’d be shooting off in the back of her throat. But he didn’t want to come in her mouth, he wanted to be deep inside her, wanted to join them as one when he gave himself over. He groaned as he made short work of his clothes, tossing them to the floor in a forgotten heap.

  With her hands still tied, she widened her mouth, and he walked up to her. His cock brushed against the side of her face and she moaned. He gripped the base of his erection and positioned his crown near her lips.

  “You’ve got me so fucking hard, sweetheart,” he said in a low, barely controlled voice.

  She leaned forward and wrapped her pretty lips around him, and he threw his head back, sure he’d died and gone to heaven. She rocked against him, pulling him in as far as she could, her teeth scraping over his engorged shaft. Her sexy mouth was so goddamn hot he knew he was going to pass the finish line in record time.

  Her dark curls fell over her shoulders, and he brushed them back so he could watch her take him into her mouth. It was the most erotic thing he’d ever seen. Her hot pink tongue worked magic on his shaft. She dragged it over him and the moisture left behind glistened in the moonlight. Women had sucked him before, but there was something so intimate in the way she pleasured him, his mind traveled a path he knew he couldn’t walk, considering they both wanted different things in life.

  His thoughts scattered when she moaned in bliss, letting him know how much she liked what she was doing. Jesus. Frantic with the need to be inside her, to feel her tight walls wrapped around his cock, he gripped his dick, drove in to her mouth a few more times then pulled completely out.

  Shaken by how much he needed her, his hands went to her negligee and he fumbled with the tiny buttons. Deciding he was too far gone to properly work his shaky fingers, he gripped the fabric and tugged, listening as the buttons scattered to the floor. She gasped, her chest heaving in a way that would drive a sane person mad.

  As her aroused scent impregnated the sheets, his throat tightened. “I need to fuck you.”

  “Garrett,” she said breathlessly. “I need to see you.”

  He pulled the scarf free and caught the way she looked at him. His heart hammered and he released her hands, desperate to feel them on his body.