| Let Me Have You

𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒

My gaze was glued to Vanessa as she made her way down the stairs. I knew I should let her leave, that I should back the hell off. But there was a very insistent idiot inside me who kept pushing me, gnawing at my goddamn spine to pursue her until I was buried balls deep inside her.  

    Everything about her triggered an uncontrollable animalistic urge in me to spread her legs and feel her pleasure gushing down my thighs. I wanted to make her shudder and scream. I wanted her clawing at my back as my cock forced her to come violently until all she could see were fucking stars.  

    I pushed my hand through my hair and took a deep breath, trying to convey the message to my cock that now was not the time to stand at fucking attention. There was more important shit right now than creaming some Italian princess's pussy.  

    I continued to watch Vanessa, my gaze moving to the exposed insides of her thighs as she took each step. The closer she got, the harder I got.  

    Seriously, I needed to focus. I needed to forget about this woman and the raging lust she managed to stir in my pants whenever she was near me. I needed to ignore this crazy, intense sexual attraction I had for her. But as she came within two feet of me, our eyes met, her dark irises telling me everything I was feeling was mutual. 

    Fuck this shit. I couldn't let her go. I needed more of her. 

    I reached out and grabbed her wrist. It all happened so damn fast that there was no time for her to fight the hold I had on her. 

    She yelped, and I dragged her behind me through the crowd, thinking I loved the way her hand felt in mine. Finally, we were around the corner out of sight, and the second her back hit the wall, her wild gaze locked onto mine. With one hand planted firmly against the wall above her shoulder, and the other hand gripping her elbow, I leaned in and brought my lips mere inches from hers. 

    "Mind telling me what's going on between you and Morello?" 

    "There's nothing to tell." 

    "Judging by what just happened, I'd say that's one hell of a lie."  

    Her delicious-looking mouth turned up into a tiny grin. "Detective Gunner, are you jealous?" 

    "No." Yes. 

    She bit her bottom lip, and I was about three seconds away from losing my shit and fucking her right there against the damn concrete wall, giving a whole new meaning to kinky exhibitionism. 

    Vanessa arched her back, bringing her chest closer to me, and not even God himself could stop my gaze from dropping to her cleavage. Two full, round, beautiful pieces of flesh pushed up from her dress, giving me a glimpse of what lay hidden beneath. Now I was the one biting my lip since I couldn't help thinking about what it would feel like to push my cock through that slit between her tits. 

    "You're staring." She stated the obvious. 

    "I am."  

    "At my breasts." 

    "Yes." I didn't even try to deny it. She could have punched me in the face for my brutal honesty, but I didn't care. It would so be worth it. 

    "James?" 

    I tore my gaze away from those glorious globes of perfection, and her dark chocolate eyes locked onto mine. "What are you doing, James?" 

    "You know what I'm doing." 

    "You should stop." 

    "Why?" 

    She let out a breath. "Because it's wrong." My lord, was she right?

    "Says who?"  I found myself groaning.

    "Says me," she breathed.

    I dropped my hand to her hip and squeezed slightly. "Vanessa, you can't tell me you don't feel it too." 

    She lifted her chin. "I have no idea what you're talking about." 

    I tightened my grip some more. "So, your pulse isn't racing right now with me standing this close to you?" 

    "No." She swallowed. Liar. 

    I slowly dragged my hand from the curve of her hip, up the side of her body. I felt the way she trembled under my touch. "Tell me your body isn't screaming for me to touch you right now." 

    "You are already touching me," she replied softly. 

    "I am. But you and I both know this isn't the only way you want me to touch you." I pressed my cheek against hers as I brought my lips to her ear. The sound of her laboured breathing filled my ears, the warmth flitting across my neck. "Tell me, Vanessa. Tell me how you want to be touched." 

    Her entire body shuddered against mine, and I wished we weren't surrounded by people because I'd make her scream and moan along with all that shuddering. 

    Vanessa moved her cheek against mine, and it was my turn to shudder as the soft feel of her skin made me want to lose all control. 

    "Why don't you tell me how you want to touch me, Detective?" Her lips brushed against my ear. Good God, it was like a hurricane collided with a tornado, storming through my insides as I envisioned myself touching her exactly the way I wanted to, the way I needed to. 

    Without giving it a second thought, I grabbed her hands and pinned them harshly against the wall above her head. The music was pulsing, people dancing and singing, and the smell of sweat and sex swirling around us, causing the sexual desire between us to skyrocket.  

    She looked up at me, and I swore to God I felt her hips move. It was the slightest of movements, but I felt it nonetheless, and it was enough to make me groan in the back of my throat. 

    I rolled my hips, giving her the smallest feel of what I knew her body craved. "Once I start, there's not an inch of this perfect body of yours that will remain untouched." And that was God's truth. I wanted to experience every bit of her, feel every part of her body against mine. 

    Taking both her wrists in one hand, I glided the other down her side until I felt the curve of her hip. "I want to touch you until you beg me to stop because your body can't handle the burn anymore." 

    The softest of moans rolled over her lips and across my earlobe. I couldn't stop myself from smiling.  

    "You'd like that, wouldn't you, Vanessa? For me to set your body on fire?" 

    She pushed her chest harder against mine, her breasts firmly pressed against me. Her lips moved against my cheek as she said, "My body is already on fire, Detective." 

    Jesus Christ. My hand slipped over her hip and down her ass. A deep, guttural moan escaped me when I dug my fingers into her flesh, pushing her harder against my now raging hard-on.  

    "Let me have you, Vanessa." It was a goddamn plea. I'd happily go on my fucking knees if it meant I could spread her goddamn legs. And if any man tried to stop me, so help me God.