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  “All the way where, Shilo?” I lean over, brushing my lips against her ear.

  “Inside. When you touch me, I get so warm inside.” She moans.

  Watching this sweet and innocent girl stumbling over her words makes my cock rock hard. She’s the most perfect contradiction.

  “You’re too cute, Shilo,” I mutter, leaning into her and pressing down harder with my palms.

  She arches her back beneath my touch, putting her ass right in my face and almost making me burst right in my jeans.

  “Fuck, this ass is magnificent,” I growl, giving it another squeeze.

  “You really think so?” Shilo asks, her small, bashful smile peaking up at me from under her blonde hair.

  “I know so, baby girl.” I give her another smack, almost hypnotized by the way her ass shakes in response.

  “I’ve always been self-conscious about it,” Shilo says.

  I shake my head. “You’ve got nothing to worry about. There isn’t a part of you that I don’t want to worship.”

  Shilo moans as I dig my thumbs in again, really kneading her big, round ass. The sounds coming out of her mouth are more erotic than any amount of dirty talk ever could be.

  “That feels amazing, Slate,” Shilo half-moans as I work her slowly and deeply.

  “That’s my line. You feel incredible beneath my hands. I knew you would from the first moment I saw you, but I couldn’t imagine how much better it would be to really touch you.”

  “You really mean that?” Shilo whispers.

  “I do, baby. Cross my heart,” I make a brief gesture she sees out of the corner of one eye before returning to massaging her.

  “You can touch me anywhere you want, you know.” She arches herself up off the blanket, giving me more access.

  I growl in response.

  “Baby, if you keep saying things like that I won’t be able to stop myself.”

  Shilo grins at me over one shoulder, a playful look sweeping over her face.

  “Who said I wanted you to hold back, Slate?”

  I almost pass out as the blood drains away from my head and directly into my cock.

  I was wrong, earlier. Shilo talking dirty to me is the sexiest thing there is or ever could be.

  “You sure you’re ready?” I ask, my voice strained from the effort of not ripping her clothes off and ravishing her.

  She nods, her face flushing a cute pink.

  “I want you. Not just a little bit, either. I came up here a virgin, Slate. Don’t let me leave one. Please?”

  Chapter 8

  Shilo

  My name is Joe Roberts. I work for the state. I’m a sergeant out of Perryville. Barracks number eight. — Bruce Springsteen, ‘Highway Patrolman’

  I wrench my eyes away from Slate.

  It’s difficult. On the one hand, god, he’s so hot.

  The longer I look at him the more I want him, but the more I’m certain I don’t deserve him. What could a man like him ever want with an inexperienced virgin like me?

  But.

  But he can’t keep his hands off me. He laughs at my jokes. He smiles at me when I talk about art like it’s something I could really do, not just that empty smile of someone being polite.

  Slate is the most genuine man I’ve ever met in my entire life. Everything about him is larger than life, vibrant. He makes everything else fade into the background.

  This is what I’ve been waiting for.

  “I don’t want you to feel like you have to,” Slate whispers as he pulls me into his arms, his lips brushing against my ear in a way that sends delicious shivers running down my spine.

  “I don’t. I mean I do. I mean —” I start and stop, babbling, unable to form coherent thoughts, let alone sentences.

  I close my eyes, take a deep breath, and open them to stare straight up into his gorgeous green gaze.

  “Slate. I want this. I want you. I’ve been waiting for you for so long. I promise you I won’t regret it.”

  He nods at me, his eyes blazing with heat. It feels like he’s looking deep into me, right into my soul.

  No wonder he’s a top cop. No one could ever lie to those eyes.

  He smiles, and I melt.

  “Alright, baby. Let’s take this back to the bedroom.”

  I shake my head.

  “I can’t wait, Slate. I need you. Here. Now.” I can hardly believe the bold words falling from my lips, but my body has assumed direct control of my mouth, bypassing my brain altogether.

  He growls, and the sound alone is enough to almost make me orgasm.

  “What, um, what should I...do?” I ask, floundering in the face of so much brain-melting hotness so close to me.

  He grins down at me before pressing a searing hot kiss against my mouth. His kiss is just as full of life as the rest of him. I can feel my skin lighting up at every point of contact between us, and I whimper against his mouth.

  “Touch me,” he orders, taking one of my hands in his and sliding it up his shirt.

  The expanse of hard muscle beneath my hand is incredible. Slate must take his physical training regimen seriously, because there’s not a hint of fat anywhere on his rock-solid abs. I slide my palm along them, delighting in the contrast between my soft skin and his solid roughness.

  I keep going, pressing my hand farther up, over the swell of his chest. Slate helps by stripping his tee up over his head, an act that makes his body ripple and my heart skip a beat.

  “Holy shit,” I whisper reverently, my free hand coming up to my mouth.

  Slate gives me the biggest smirk I’ve ever seen on a man.

  “Like what you see?” he says with the tone of someone who already knows the answer.

  “Oh yeah,” I respond, my voice hushed. I can’t bring myself to do more than whisper in the presence of so much perfection. I feel like I’m in an art museum studying a famous sculpture. Or a church. His body is definitely proof that divine perfection exists on this earth.

  “Now it’s your turn.” Slate whispers. His hand comes up under my chin, thumb pressing me up to tear my gaze away from his chest and to his eyes.

  He leans down and presses a kiss against me as his hands skim down my sides to the hem of my shirt. One hand slips up my back, and with a seamless grace he pops the clasp of my bra. One-handed.

  Smooth bastard.

  Shirt and bra are both in his grasp now, and I just lift my arms, going with the flow. Insecurity scrabbles for a purchase inside me, but under the weight of so much desire pouring off of slate, for the first time in my life, it can’t quite get a grasp.

  He keeps his eyes on mine as he tugs everything off over my head, and then his mouth is on mine and his kiss is even hotter and deeper than before. His tongue slips against mine, and I mirror his movement. I might not have any experience, but I’ve always been a fast learner.

  My hands keep moving along his torso, tracing every bit of his skin that I can reach. His follow suit, moving along my shoulders, my sides, before finally cupping my breasts in his big hands.

  Immediately my knees go weak, a moan escaping my mouth right into his.

  “Oh fuck, Slate,” I grasp at him, trying to stay upright under the assault of sensations. Just the touch of his hands on me is overwhelming.

  Slate gently guides me into his lap, sitting down on the seat behind us. I straddle his thigh, grinding against his bulge as his hands begin to massage my chest with the same slow tempo that he did my ass.

  “You’re so fucking perfect,” Slate murmurs. His voice is rough, ragged in a way that sends a thrill of pleasure coursing through my veins.

  I’ve never known what it’s like to drive a man wild like this before. To push him to the edge of breaking. Slate has more self-control in his little toe than every other man I’ve ever met, too. The fact that it’s him that I’m driving wild?

  This must be why people do drugs. The high is unreal. I feel free of anxiety and nervousness for the first time in my life. I’m not worried about doing
something wrong, or badly.

  Because with him, nothing could be wrong.

  My hands drop to his jeans, fingers flying as I undo his belt buckle and unbutton them. His eyes go wide as I fish his cock out, and then mine go wide as I glance down at him.

  “You really are a work of art,” I grin at him, giving him a wink I hope is sexy.

  It must be, because he groans and his dick throbs in my hands. Almost like it has a life of its own. I didn’t know they felt like that, but it’s exciting.

  My hands grip him firmly, wrapping tightly around him, stroking him up and down. It’s so much fun to explore him, watching his face, studying his reactions as I try different things. Squeezing him harder. Circling the tip of his head with my thumb. I want to take my time and learn everything about him, write a thesis on the nuances of Slate’s cock.

  “Shilo, baby, if you really don’t want to be a virgin, you’ve got to stop that.” He groans, one big hand moving down to grasp my wrist.

  I grin up at him.

  “Can’t we just, you know, work him back up?” I can’t keep stroking, but I give Slate’s dick a squeeze, feeling him throb in response.

  Slate grins at me.

  “We could. But I don’t want to wait another second.”

  His hands move from my wrists to my own jeans, stripping them and my panties down my legs in one tug. I moan as the cool night air touches the heat radiating from between my thighs.

  Without pausing, his fingers brush against my wet entrance, slicking themselves against my lips before rubbing against my clit.

  I fall forward, unable to keep my balance, but he catches me. I lean against his chest with one hand, panting, as his fingers explore me eagerly.

  “God, you’re so wet for me Shilo,” Slate murmurs appreciatively.

  I blush, but I don’t turn away. Biting my lip, I look up at him.

  “I’m always this wet when you’re around, Slate.” I press my lips against his chest, small, quick kisses. Tasting the salt on his skin.

  “Alright, baby. That’s it. I can’t wait any longer, so you better be ready.” Slate growls, his big hands circling my waist and lifting me up.

  He’s so strong that he doesn’t even look like he’s straining to hold me above him. I have to shift my grip on his cock, and as I do I brush it against myself.

  We both shiver at the contact.

  “Put it in, baby.” Slate growls, his eyes burning twin holes into me.

  “Like this?” I ask, rubbing the fat head of his cock between my lips, getting it wet before pressing it against my tight entrance.

  “Just like that. Now I’m just going to ease you down, and you let me know if it’s too much.”

  I nod, one hand on his chest, the other going behind me, bracing myself on him. His hands relax and my hips sink down. I can feel him pressing against my tight inner walls, stretching me to accommodate him.

  “Fuck, you’re tight,” he growls.

  “Too tight?” I ask, a single note of unsurety in my voice.

  Slate leans up, flexing his abs in a show of strength, pressing his mouth against mine.

  “Never. Don’t worry, we’ll make it fit. Slowly.”

  I nod, circling my hips, sliding down another inch.

  “I want more, Slate. Please. Just give it to me.” I whimper, leaning forward completely, putting myself fully in his control.

  He takes it slowly, but finally I feel myself resting against him, his dick deep inside me.

  “Alright, now what?” I ask, moaning against him.

  “Now we do it again. And again,” He grins.

  “I think I’ll lose my mind,” I say with a whimper.

  His hands move up to caress my face and bring me into a sweet kiss.

  “I’ll keep you safe, baby. Don’t worry.” His whispered assurance makes me melt, all of the tension in my body draining away.

  I nod against him, planting my palms on his chest and pushing myself up. The second time is easier, and the third easier still, and then I lose track.

  Slate guides me up and down, faster and faster until he’s lifting me up and pulling me down onto him, the echo of our skin meeting a clap against the quiet night sky.

  I let my head fall back as I sit up, my hair tickling the top of my ass and his thighs as he thrusts up into me.

  “Oh, fuck, Slate, yes, please,” the words tumble from my mouth, one after another with no rhyme or rhythm. Each thrust seems to force another out of me, all of them with only one central, unifying theme.

  My aching need for this man.

  “Yes, that’s it, give it to me, come all over this cock baby,” Slate groans, his thumb brushing against my clit as his hips lift beneath me.

  That extra touch does it. I shudder, growing still as my body grinds to a halt. My self-inflicted climaxes have never been this strong before. Not even close. This takes my breath away, almost hurts in its intensity. I whimper, tears coming to my eyes as I crash against Slate, my entire body wracked with pleasure.

  “Oh god, it’s too good, I’m going to —” Slate groans, and I feel him twitching and pulsing inside me. Each throb of his cock fills me with warmth. My body reacts, another wave of pleasure breaking into me as I almost sob against him.

  Overcome, overwhelmed, almost dazed by the intensity of it all, I lean into Slate. Into his warmth, his strength, his heart.

  “I love you, Shilo,” His voice is warm and sincere. I know it’s probably just the heat of the moment, but I don’t care. I’d do anything to hear those words from his lips.

  “I love you too, Slate,” I whisper, sighing contentedly.

  Chapter 9

  Slate

  Now twenty, twenty, twenty-four hours to go. I’ve got nothing to do, nowhere to go. — The Ramones. ‘I Wanna Be Sedated’

  The morning sun trickles in through her window bright and early. Outside, I can hear the sounds of people.

  “Ow. Ow. Oh, god, why?” Shilo groans as my hands work her muscles again.

  I chuckle as I massage my woman.

  “Well, you might have sprained something,” I reply.

  “Yeah, my everything. Oh god, see, this is why I never exercise.” She groans as my thumbs caress a stubborn knot.

  “If you did, you wouldn’t be in as much pain.” I grin at her teasingly, but she just rolls her eyes.

  “Not all of us ran marathons in school to prepare for our future sex lives.” She grumbles, but her eyes are sparkling with humor.

  “Well, you better start. I’m not going to ever stop wanting you like last night.” I whisper, leaning forward to plant a kiss on the corner of her mouth.

  “Mmm. Well, if I get a rubdown like this after every workout, I might just become a gym junkie.” Shilo sighs in pleasure as I work my hands down her body.

  The sharp sound of a gunshot in the distance doesn’t even make her jump beneath my hands. I sigh in frustration.

  “That happens a lot around here, huh?” I ask.

  She shrugs beneath me.

  “I just assume it’s a car backfiring. It’s less scary that way.” She smiles back at me, but I just shake my head.

  “Well, that ends today.”

  “What, the gunshots? Slate, you might be a supercop, but you can’t single-handedly end crime in an entire neighborhood.” She says with a lazy smile.

  “No,” I shake my head. “But I can take you out of this place,” I say adamantly.

  Shilo flips over, blinking up at me.

  “Wait, are you serious? I mean, isn’t it kind of fast to move in together?”

  I shrug. “We seem to do everything kind of fast. Why, do you want to slow down?”

  Shilo grins up at me, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me down into the bed on top of her.

  “Absolutely not. In fact, I wouldn’t mind if you speed this massage up to the good part.”

  “I thought the whole massage was the good part.” I pout teasingly.

  She laughs, pushing on my shoul
ders, directing me between her thighs.

  “The good part is whatever you did with your tongue last night that made me see the face of god.”

  “What’s he look like?” I ask, pressing a kiss against her inner thigh.

  “He’s about six-four with eyes the color of leaves in the summer.” She gasps as I press my mouth right against her dripping pussy.

  A half-hour later, tangled up in the sheets again, Shilo lifts her head from my chest and smiles at me.

  “Were you serious about me moving in with you?” Her voice is quiet. Hesitant with restrained hope. It makes my heart ache all over for her

  I nod. “I don’t want you staying here another night. Or working another shift at Rockin’ Rolls. You call them today and tell them you quit. I’m not ‘fly us around the world’ rich, but I’ve got enough set aside that you can take your time and decide what you want to do. Go to school. Just paint all day. Whatever you want.”

  “What if I want to just stay at home all day with the kids?” Shilo asks, her fingers tracing a small circle on my chest. “Become a PTA mom and run the summer art program, dahling?”

  I suck in a breath as I feel my need for her swelling again.

  “That sounds like music to my ears,” I growl.

  Shilo laughs, rubbing her hands against me in earnest.

  “Good, because I’m only now thinking about how many times we did it last night, and we weren’t exactly careful.”

  I look at her. “Are you upset?”

  She shakes her head.

  “No. I want this. I want to start a family with you as soon as we can. I’ll figure out what I want after that.” She kisses my chest, moving her hands down lower.

  I tangle my hands in her hair, pulling her mouth up to mine.

  “Good. That sounds utterly perfect to me.”

  Shilo grins as she pulls away and kisses her way back down my body, intent on showing her appreciation.

  Another shot rings out, and this time she jumps. I shake my head, sitting up and dragging her along with me.