Arresting Desires (Lexie Sarcone Romance Series) Read Online Free PDF Page B

special,” he reconfirmed. “And don’t spread it around that I’m a nice guy, Sarcone, you’ll ruin my street cred.”
    “Whatever you say , Detective Riley,” I cooed, resting my head against his chest as he absently played with my hair.
     
    ~*~
     
    Friday, Michael had wanted to go with me when I had the stitches taken out, but the lieutenant called and needed him to stop by the precinct. I wondered if it had anything to do with the guys he assaulted, but he didn’t offer an explanation and I didn’t ask. The day before, a couple guys from IA had stopped by my apartment to ask questions about the night I was attacked. I hated having to explain what happened, but they just wanted verification of Kemper’s story. Apparently, my idiot partner was man enough to admit to his mistake.
    Arriving home with a clean bill of health, I hopped in the shower, glad to be free to wash my hair and lather up without risk of wetting my bandage. The bottle had cut into my skin, just below my temple, and traveled all the way down my face to the top of my neck. The dark pink line was clearly visible with my hair back, but at least it was close enough to my hairline that I could conceal it. I just hoped it would eventually go away.
    Even though Michael had wanted us to wait to celebrate until tomorrow, spending a week in such close proximity to him had made me horny and aching for him. Devising a mischievous plan, I waited for him to come home, planning out all the little details in my mind. Thankfully, I actually had the energy and brain power to stay focused.
    He unlocked my apartment door and came inside. I was sitting in the living room, watching tv, dressed casually in sweats. After telling him what the doctor said and eating dinner together, he went to shower. I snuck into the bathroom and stole his clothes, then I went back into my bedroom, stripped out of my sweats, slipped into nothing except the see-through lace bra, and laid back against the mattress.
    Spreading my legs, the first thing he would see when he entered my bedroom was my exposed womanhood. Hopefully, my inviting folds would be enough to convince him we should celebrate a day early. As I waited for him, the brazenness of my posture and the promises it held were turning me on. I was already starting to get heated and damp.
    “ Lexie, have you seen my clothes?” he called, coming into my bedroom with nothing but the towel around his waist. Immediately, his eyes found my glistening slit, and he licked his lips. Slowly, sensually, his eyes traveled upward, appreciating my body before meeting my eyes. “Are you sure you’re okay?” His voice was hoarse.
    “Just don’t bang my head against the headboard.” I smirked.
    He dropped the towel, and I gazed longingly at his burning blue eyes, dark with desire. He had a strong jawline with just the perfect amount of scruff, and his body was sinewy and toned. He dropped to his knees at the foot of the bed, and beginning at my ankles, he slowly ran his hands up my legs, to my bent knees, and down my thighs. He pressed his forearms against my inner thighs, pushing my legs farther apart as his hands locked onto the two ridges of my pelvic bone.
    Without another word, he placed his mouth on my opening, pulling at my folds gently with his teeth. A moan escaped my lips, and I watched through my lashes as he ran his tongue against my mound. Swirling and sucking as desire flooded to my molten core. His tongue flicked inside of me, probing and tasting as he began lapping up my juices.
    My hips tried to buck, but his hands held me firmly against the bed and his arms made sure my le gs left me opened to him. With each flick of his tongue inside of me, I felt my body convulse. My hands fisted in the sheets, and I mewled in pleasure at the slow, endlessly delicious torment. With a final flick, he withdrew his tongue, stopping momentarily to gently suck my clit into his mouth causing a delightful shudder and gasp to escape my lips.