Cop's Passion (10 page)

And he was
going to have her.

It was
ridiculously easy to rip the sides of the fragile lace panties
open, to drag it from her and toss it aside, and he slid his other
hand from her shoulder to slide between their bodies, leaning back
only enough so that his hand could quickly trace down her stomach,
over her mound, and then he was there, the wet heat of her desire
sparkling along the curls protecting her female secrets.

But the curls
couldn’t protect her from his seeking fingers and her straddled
position over his thigh allowed him unhindered access. Mike
flattened his fingers against the desire-swollen lips of her labia,
his middle and ring finger dropping between the lips to press
against her perineum. Lightly he trailed the pads of his fingers
across the sensitive flesh, rewarded by her moan as she arched her
head back.

Greedily he
fastened his mouth on her throat, tonguing the pulse that beat so
wildly. As he did so, his middle finger found the entrance to her
body and he slid neatly inside right up to the join of his finger
to his palm. At the same time he thumbed the little clitoris
exposed by her position, and the shudder that went through Maddy
made his craving for her so hungry that he couldn’t stop himself
from licking and mouthing the tender skin above the pulse in her
throat.

The swelling of
his shaft, the throbbing of it behind the confines of his shorts,
was almost painful. The engorged flesh pushed against the barrier
between their bodies as it pushed outward, seeking the erotic
intimacy of joining.

“Oh God, Mike!”
She shuddered in his arms and he felt her sheath clamp down on his
finger.

One look at her
closed eyes and her bottom lip caught between her teeth was enough
to let him know that she was close, and no way was he letting her
go without him. Quickly he pulled his finger from her wet clasp and
her whimper was a balm to his turbulent feelings.

“Hold on,
Maddy.” His voice was rough with desire, deep with lust.

One glance
around showed him several things - two armchairs, a sideboard, a
coffee table and a wide, deep sofa. The sofa was it.

Without
hesitation he tumbled Maddy back onto it, following her down to
cover her body. Her hair scattered back onto the cushion and her
eyes, hazy with desire, opened.

She reached for
him and he kissed her roughly, sweeping his tongue in to take her
flavour deep inside himself. At the same time he lifted himself
from her enough to jerk his shorts and boxers down with one hand.
His knee between her thighs nudged the rounded limbs apart and she
bent one knee to rest against the backrest of the sofa. His hips
came down, his shaft sliding between the sheltering flesh to the
entrance of her body, and with one powerful surge of his hips Mike
was inside her, his shaft surging inward unerringly until he was
buried to the hilt inside her.

The heat of her
body combined with the tight clasp of her sheath had him arching
up, his breath hissing out at the pure carnality of the moment. It
was carnality and wonder combined, two sensations wrapped up in
prurience.

Maddy arched
beneath him, her eyes dark with passion, and he leaned back down
and took her mouth, plundering the depths as surely as he plundered
her body, his hips surging forward powerfully, stroking deep, every
withdrawal a drag of his engorged shaft through her clasping
sheath.

He rode her
hard, unable to get enough of her, eating at her mouth as he took
her, moving from her lips to her throat, her passionate moans
erotic music to his ears. One big hand braced against the armrest
behind her head, he pounded into her. Wanting to see her, to look
into her eyes, he lifted his head.

Maddy grabbed
onto his shirt, her gasped ‘Don’t leave me’ wringing his heart even
as satisfaction swept through him.

“Never.” The
word was rasped out, full of rapacity, and in a dim part of his
mind he heard the possessiveness that was flowing through him at
that second.

Maddy,
beautiful, curvaceous, fiery Maddy, was beneath him. It was her
body he claimed, her body he rode, her body he was buried in, and
the satisfaction of it felt so bloody good, so right.

He felt her
sheath quiver, the muscles clamping down hard as she moaned and
arched beneath him, her body rising up to meet his every
thrust.

Ardour
splintered through him, down through his veins, fiery hot, searing
down, deep down, and he felt the hot pulsing, his scrotum drawing
tighter and tighter.

Eyes shut, his
head thrown back and weight braced on one hand beside her shoulder
and on the other where it gripped the arm rest, Mike thrust harder
against her. Jesus, he felt like he was trying to get inside her,
felt as though he was trying to feel every bit of her lush heat,
and he didn’t want it to stop, didn’t want the heart pounding
carnality of the moment to finish, but he couldn’t hold on and he
felt the shudder that wracked his frame, stiffened his body, and
one last thrust had his life seed spurting deep into her heat.

Maddy cried
out, his name a ragged almost-scream as she joined him, her sheath
gripping his shaft hard, her thighs clamped against his sides as
she pushed up into him.

His heart beat
thundering in his ears, carnal pleasure overtaking him, of only one
thing was Mike certain and that was that he’d never felt so bloody
complete in his whole life.

And then
everything splintered apart as their combined climax shook him to
his core then thrust him outward to ride the rapturous orgasm.

~*~

Floating down
through the soft layers of the after-glow, Maddy smiled dreamily as
she felt Mike nestle closer against her. His body was big, hard,
and she loved the sensation of him above her, surrounding her,
protective and warm. She felt him nuzzle her neck before he dropped
a light kiss on her damp skin.

In response she
slowly stroked her hand down his back, feeling him shift slightly
in response before he nestled just a little closer, something she’d
thought impossible to do until he proved her wrong.

Still floating
in the golden aftermath, she dimly registered the phone and then
the cutting in of the answering machine.

“Maddy, this is
Mum.”

She opened her
eyes a little. Her mother?

“Now don’t be
silly, darling. You know Belinda didn’t mean to upset you today.
She means well.”

Maddy opened
her eyes fully, all pleasant drifting torn away.

“She’s just
concerned about you and wants to see you happy.”

Sensing her
sudden stiffening, Mike lifted his head to gaze down at her.
“Maddy?”

Not wanting him
to hear whatever might be said next, Maddy struggled to get up.
“Let me up. Quick.”

“What’s wrong?”
His position seemed to change even though he didn’t shift from her,
but she felt the tension in him, the hardening of the muscles in
his body as he glanced around the room.

“Mike, please.”
She couldn’t bear it, she’d die of absolute humiliation if he heard
anything about-

“Come on,
honey,” her mother continued. “Belinda didn’t mean to imply that
you’re, well, a bigger than average girl.”

In the act of
finally pushing up, Mike stopped to frown down at her.

Oh God, she was
going to die. Maddy shoved against his shoulders. “Let me up!”

“I’m sure her
friend understands that you’re just sensitive about your weight.”
The bloody words kept coming over loud and clear from the answering
machine. “But honey, being a big girl doesn’t mean you can’t date
and get to know a nice man. Really.”

Now Mike’s gaze
was intent on her face as he listened to the blunt words. If dying
of humiliation was really possible, Maddy would be a corpse right
now. Unfortunately, life didn’t work like that and she could only
avoid his gaze and shove against him again while trying to get up.
“Damn it, Mike, let me the hell up!”

The bloody
Neanderthal didn’t move an inch. He just continued to study her
face before sliding his gaze down over her throat and shoulders and
back up again.

“Oh, Darren’s
here,” her mother continued blithely. “He says to tell you ‘hi’ and
he knows of a good weight loss clinic that could - oh Darren!” Her
mother finally realised what she’d been relaying. “Anyway, Maddy,
honey, don’t be silly and sulk. Call me back.” The answering
machine clicking off stopped the muffled male laughter that sounded
behind her mother’s parting words.

Well, this was
just dandy. Cheeks burning, Maddy avoided Mike’s steady regard.
“Let me up.”

What a
surprise, the big boofhead didn’t move an inch. One big hand came
up to cup her cheek, his thumb playing over the rosiness. “What was
that all about?”

Cripes, did he
really want her to spell it out for him? Maddy glared up at him.
“Nothing. Now, do you mind…?”

“Actually, yes,
I do.”

“Tough. Now get
off me.”

Bracing his
elbows one each side of her, he continued to gaze down at her.

In the
quietness of her lounge room, their combined breathing was an
intimate whisper. She was extremely aware of him the longer they
gazed into each other’s eyes. The heat of his big body resting atop
hers, their closeness, their…oh, God, he was still inside her!

The awareness
hit her suddenly, causing her breath to hitch. He was inside her.
Mike was inside her!

“Oh my God,”
she whispered. “What have we done?”

Chapter
Four

There was a
flicker in his eyes, a bemused expression that fleetingly crossed
his hard, handsome features, and now she was so humiliated she just
wanted one thing, and that was to be alone.

“Get off me,”
she repeated, a mild thread of panic running through her.

“Maddy, it’s
all right-”

“Get off. Get
off off
off
!” She shoved against his chest and started to
struggle.

“Maddy-”

“Mike!”

Jaw tight, he
pulled back, both of them freezing for a split second at the
sensation of his shaft pulling free from her sheath, and they
stared at each other before Maddy, completely overcome, opened her
mouth to beg him to get off.

She didn’t get
the chance. Mike swung off her lithely, pushing to his feet, his
hands reaching down to pull his boxers and shorts up his muscled
thighs while she scrambled to her own feet beside him. Yanking her
dress down from around her waist, she smoothed the length against
her legs with trembling hands.

Chaz chose that
moment to come prancing happily through the doorway with - oh, may
mortification completely kill her right now - the tag of her lacy,
torn panties in his mouth with the rest dragging behind him.
Nattering happily to her, he jumped onto the back of the sofa,
still with the damning piece of lacy article in his mouth, and
widened his blue eyes proudly.

Expression
inscrutable, Mike walked over to Chaz and took the panties in one
hand. Chaz relinquished it happily after Mike gave him a rough
scratch behind his ears.

Crossing back
to stand before her, Mike silently held out his hand and even her
plus-sized knickers looked almost fragile in his big clasp.

Swallowing, she
took them quickly and put them behind her back, balling them up in
one fist.

He was still
standing before her, but she couldn’t meet his eyes.

“Maddy,” he
said, his deep rumble seeming to almost fill the silent room.

“I want you to
go.” Her voice trembled.

“We need to
talk.”

She shook her
head.

“Look at me.”
When she didn’t obey, he added in that rumble, “Please.”

It took all her
grit to lift her gaze to just his strong jaw line. “Please, Mike,
just go.”

“Not until I
know that I didn’t hurt you.”

Startled, she
looked directly up into his eyes. Why on earth would he ask such a
question?

“Maddy.” He
started to lift his hand.

A horn hooted
out the front, a merry musical note that wasn’t heard on most
modern cars nowadays, and it was with a mixture of feelings that
Maddy recognized it.

Mike frowned
towards the window as the musical note sounded again, followed by a
car door slamming.

Relieved, Maddy
hurried out of the lounge room and down the passage, more than
conscious of Mike following behind her. Throwing open the front
door, she was met by her best friend running up the stairs with a
bunch of bags in her hands.

“Mads!” she
screamed in delight, and dropping the bags to the veranda floor,
she launched herself into Maddy’s arms.

Maddy was
thrown back by her friend in full launch mode against her. Big
hands steadied her from behind before withdrawing, and Maddy hugged
her best friend without danger of ending up on the floor, which had
happened several times in the past.

“Mads!” Cindy
bubbled with joy. “I had the best time in Italy and I’ve bought you
scads of presents and photos and - hello.” Stepping back, Cindy
looked up over Maddy’s shoulder, her questioning gaze going from
Maddy to Mike.

“This is Mike,”
Maddy said, keeping her attention deliberately focussed on her
friend. “He’s my neighbour.”

Beaming, Cindy
held out her small hand. “Hello, Mike. I’m Cindy.”

“Cindy.” Mike
shook her hand carefully before releasing it.

Bending down,
Maddy started to gather up the dropped bags as an excuse not to
look at him. “He was just leaving.” And then she was horrified to
find that she still gripped her panties in one hand.

“Oh, I’m sorry,
did I interrupt something?” Cindy smiled brightly, completely
oblivious to the undercurrents that Maddy certainly felt washing
between herself and Mike.

“No, of course
not,” Maddy said quickly, just as Mike rumbled, “Just a little
business that isn’t finished yet.”