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Men of Danger

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by Lora Leigh


  “I thought I heard him tell you on the phone he crawled around looking for the pool stick and got dirty.”

  “That’s what he said.” She walked toward him, flipping through the pages until she found password reset instructions.

  “It doesn’t look like anyone’s been up there.”

  Ashley had to stand within inches of Chase, since he didn’t back up when she walked out of her bedroom, to look at her ceiling. The panel that would need to be pushed to the side definitely looked untouched. There was a chair in her hallway, which was there specifically so she could stand on it to get into the crawl space she used for storage. Stepping around Chase, she dragged her finger across the leather seat cover. Chase found a light switch in her hallway and flipped it on, making it easy to see the line she created from moving it over the layer of dust that had built up on the chair.

  “How hard is it to see things up there?” he asked, returning his attention to the attic door.

  “I keep a large flashlight right inside the entrance up there. If I need to get anything down, or put something up there, it’s pretty easy to do.”

  Chase dragged her chair under the panel and stood on it. Ashley swallowed when she stared at his cock, which appeared semihard in his blue jeans, and was now at eye level. His legs were muscular and brown cowboy boots added to his bad-boy appearance. Ashley let her gaze travel up his body as he reached and moved the door in the ceiling to the side. Roped muscle flexed in his arms as he exerted a bit of effort before the door gave way. Again she swallowed, her mouth going dry at the incredible view he offered of his damn near perfect body.

  But as easily as he re-created the need that surged to life and pumped through her eagerly, Ash didn’t miss the obvious. Danny hadn’t been in her attic any time recently.

  Chase stuck his head in her attic, finding her flashlight and turning it on. A minute later he stretched, his shirt rising up his torso and revealing a taut stomach with a line of dark hair that disappeared under his shirt and into his jeans. God, she loved chest hair.

  “Is this your ex’s?” he asked, lowering a pool stick, in its case, down to her.

  Ashley took it and leaned it against her hallway wall. “Yup. I forgot it was up there. But why would he tell me he was up there when he obviously wasn’t?”

  “He’s an idiot?” Chase suggested, replacing the crawl space door, then jumping to the floor.

  Ash stumbled backward so he wouldn’t land on her. This time he grabbed her, pulling her into his arms. “Reset your alarm,” he whispered, kissing her forehead. “I’ll check your back door.”

  “So you know, a man who thinks I’m helpless is a serious turnoff,” she informed him, heading into her living room and resetting her password.

  Chase was right behind her as she finished and closed the panel by the front door. “And so you know,” he growled, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her back against all that rippling muscle. “A woman who grabs a gun when there is danger and doesn’t panic makes me hard as stone.”

  He raked his teeth over her earlobe, creating goose bumps that rushed over her flesh. Chase brought his hands up, squeezing her breasts, then lowered her tube top, exposing her.

  “I don’t want a door mat,” he growled into her ear as he pinched her nipples. “I want you, Ashley.”

  CHAPTER 6

  WHEN ASHLEY shivered in Chase’s arms, he knew it wasn’t because she was cold.

  “Is it me you want?” she asked, her voice rough as she spoke softly. “Or is it that you want to get laid while you’re home, before heading back to wherever it is you’re going.”

  Ashley tried stepping out of his arms, grabbing her tube top as if she’d cover herself back up. Chase understood she needed to hear where they stood, create a foundation for what might develop between them from this point forward. He flipped her around, pushing her against the wall and grabbing her arms, preventing her from covering her breasts. Seeing her naked from the waist up, her full, round breasts absolutely perfect, and large puckered nipples creating a mouth-watering view damn near robbed him of his ability to tell her what she craved hearing.

  And Chase didn’t take a woman without there being mutual understanding of where they stood beforehand. He sucked in a breath, forcing himself to meet her fiery gaze as he held her pinned against the wall.

  “You’ve got a craving to solve a mystery, a fire inside you that rages anytime you feel someone is doing you wrong. You’re strong and gutsy.”

  Ashley pursed her lip, her breathing coming harder the longer he kept her against the wall. Although there was no way she’d get loose until he decided to let her go, and he knew she knew that, she struggled more when he told her she was strong.

  “You make it sound as if you were attracted to more than my body,” she purred, flashing her long lashes over her dark, enticing green eyes. “I can’t imagine an FBI man wanting a relationship, especially when he isn’t planning on sticking around.”

  “You have no idea what I want,” he growled, stretching her arms along the wall as he moved in closer and bit her neck. “But you’re going to find out, my dear. I promise you.”

  “Don’t play games with me,” she hissed, almost panting as she shifted her hips against him.

  Chase’s cock grew so hard he ached to strip out of his clothes and throw her down right now. “This isn’t a game. But there are rules.”

  Her bare breasts rubbed against his chest, and even though he still wore his shirt, her hard, puckered nipples scraped across his chest. Every ounce of blood in his brain drained straight to his cock. God help him if Ashley ever found out the power she could hold over him with that hot, sensual body of hers.

  “Why do I get the feeling any rules you don’t like you’d break or change?” she whispered.

  Chase dragged his tongue along the length of her collarbone, tasting her and craving more. He breathed in her soft, musky aroma and felt her soft, silky strands brush across his face. He wouldn’t be able to hold her here much longer before ripping the clothes off both of them and fucking her senseless. At this rate, he’d be the one unable to make sense. Ashley would lay down any rules and he’d agree to them in a minute. But as much as she claimed she didn’t want to be viewed as helpless, he doubted she’d be impressed with a man who wasn’t in control.

  He dipped his head to her breast and lashed the nipple with his tongue. Her cry seared through him like a burning sword, tearing into his soul. Chase realized how hard he gripped her arms, more now to hold on than to keep her in place, and let go, running his fingers up her arms and over her shoulders. When he cupped her breasts, moving from one to the other and feasting like a man deprived for way too long, Ashley grabbed his head, tangling her fingers in his hair. She tugged, pulling his hair hard enough that he raised his head, barely able to focus.

  “Remember, FBI man,” she whispered, the slightest of smiles appearing on her face. “I’m a cop. There are rules and you won’t break them.”

  “Oh yeah?” He tried pulling her hands from his hair and she tugged harder, the pinch strong enough to almost make his eyes water.

  “Oh yeah. I don’t submit in life and I sure as hell don’t submit when fucking a man,” she growled, and let go of his hair but moved her hands fast enough to pull out of his grip. Then shoving him with her hands against his chest, she pushed hard, exerting a fair amount of strength.

  Chase allowed her to move him backward, holding on to her gaze. Her green eyes smoldered, her lips were parted, and her full, large breasts moved just enough to distract him when she shoved him to her couch.

  Ashley straddled his lap when he sat in the middle of her couch. He reached between them, feeling how soft her flat tummy was. She was perfect, toned in all the right places yet not to the point where she wasn’t feminine. In her line of work, which was predominantly a man’s field, it was too easy for women to buff themselves out in an effort to fit in. The tougher they were, the more likely they were to nail the bad guy. Yet
Ashley held on to being a lady, sexy and so damned beautiful. But she didn’t hesitate to get tough when necessary. He never would have guessed he’d meet such a perfect package, and in his hometown.

  She moved her hands around his, unbuttoning his jeans when he unzipped hers. Not once did she look away from him, or appear to go shy on him. He’d known when he kissed her last night she wanted him as badly as he wanted her, but knowing her craving matched his made his blood pressure soar dangerously high. Fire burned in his veins, the heat tightening his balls and creating a swelling that turned into a pressure as he throbbed, swollen and stiff and dying to be inside her.

  “The only way these jeans are coming off, my dear,” he told her. “Is if my boots come off. And I can’t kick them off.”

  When she tilted her head, giving the matter thought, a long strand of blond hair fell over her face. She blew it out of the way, her lips puckering and causing his dick to dance eagerly in his pants.

  Ashley’s gaze shot to his, her dark green eyes growing wide. One corner of her mouth turned, her sly if not incredibly ornery grin showing him she liked seeing that she could control him with her actions. Some ways of being controlled might not be that bad.

  “Take my boots off, Ashley.”

  She licked her lips but then slid off his lap to the floor. Her unzipped jeans and tube top creating a belt around her waist looked so damn hot. Light from the floor lamp across from them reflected in her hair, showing off her red highlights. Her hair was tousled and her lips pouty when she knelt at his feet. The quick look she shot him told him he’d be wise not to comment on her kneeling before him.

  “This is the only time I’m going to do this,” she muttered, yanking one boot off his foot and then reaching for the other.

  “I’ve always been partial to my boots.” It was too hard not to tease her, not to mention how fucking hot as hell she looked kneeling on the floor, half-naked, her hair tousled, and her nipples so hard his mouth watered. “Watching you grip them is making me like them even more.”

  She tugged the second boot, yanking it off his foot and then tossing it at his crotch, her smile and the glow in her eyes showing how willingly she would spar with him.

  Chase dodged the boot and grabbed her, not caring when the boot fell off the couch with a loud thud. He dragged Ashley over his body and then turned, pressing her back against the couch and moving between her legs.

  “My turn,” he drawled, yanking her jeans down her hips. “I’d never ask something of you that I wouldn’t do myself.”

  “You aren’t kneeling at my feet,” she howled, coming up off the couch and pushing his shoulders.

  “I’d be a fool to turn down an invitation like that.” Chase slid off the couch, taking her with him.

  “This isn’t what I meant,” she cried out, but her laughter made it too hard to fight him.

  Chase pushed her to the floor, then knelt at her feet, or alongside her legs, and peeled her jeans down her legs.

  “Oh my God,” he whispered, pausing for a moment when her jeans were at her knees. She was shaved, her skin smooth without a tan line or anything to distract him from the sweet view that appeared before him.

  “I’m not going to lie here naked with you dressed,” she griped, coming up in a perfect sit-up that showed off her tummy muscles as she leaned forward and grabbed her jeans.

  When she kicked them off her, the only thing left on her was her tube top, which was twisted into a belt around her waist. Ashley came up to her knees and grabbed his jeans at his waist. Chase stood, helping her out, and shoved them, along with his boxers, down his legs and stepped out of them. He doubted she realized she was on her knees once again, before him. Her lips turned into that pouty circle he was growing to love on her as she stared at his cock.

  Chase wouldn’t profess to being the largest guy out there, but he knew his dick was decent. The look Ashley gave it, though, made him feel she thought he was the best she’d ever seen.

  “Oh yeah,” she whispered, and dragged her fingers down the length of his shaft.

  Chase hissed in a breath, determined not to move and to allow her all the time in the world to get to know him. He couldn’t remember the last time a woman had knelt before him like this, other than one he’d paid. But Ashley remained on her knees, all declarations of being in charge and not submitting vanished, as she ran her index finger over the swollen tip of his cock. When she wrapped her fingers around him, and brought him to her mouth, Chase was positive he’d pass out from lack of blood in his brain, or explode in her mouth.

  “Fucking crap,” he growled, grabbing her head and holding her firmly with both hands, partially to keep himself balanced, and partially to prevent her from stopping. “God-damn, Ash,” he hissed, using every bit of strength he had not to thrust his cock down her throat.

  Ashley hummed, lapping her tongue around him and then stretching her lips, enclosing them around him. Her mouth was paradise, moist heat dragging him deeper as she teased him with her tongue. She glanced up at him through long, thick lashes and sucked more of him in until he wondered where the brazen, determined-to-be-dominating woman had gone.

  Ashley had skills, and damn good ones. He’d be the last to mention that, for a strong-willed lady, her submissive side was equally hot. He was moving, slowly fucking her mouth, before he realized he’d taken over the act. And still she sucked and licked, taking what he offered and moaning delightfully.

  It was easily the best blow job he’d ever had in his life. And probably because it was obvious she was enjoying herself. Her hair streamed past her shoulders and her slender back curved into round hips he couldn’t wait to hold on to when he fucked her. Her breasts swelled into perfect, round mounds, her nipples brushing against her legs as she moved slightly with his rhythm. But when she moved her hands, cupping his balls as she sucked, his world about exploded in front of him.

  “Crap, Ashley!” Chase yanked her to her feet, grabbing her under her arms and lifting her so fast her gaze was still very fogged over when she stared at him. Her mouth was swollen and wet, her lips parted. She was so fucking hot, more than he ever imagined her being. “I need inside you,” he growled.

  “Not until you return the favor,” she whispered, her voice rough, her green eyes smoky with lust.

  Her words surprised him, not that he minded her suggestion at all. But as completely submissive as she’d become for him, that she still had it in her to administer a command somehow impressed the hell out of him. He was more than eager to fulfill her wish.

  Lifting her into his arms, he gripped her bare ass as she wrapped her legs around him. Chase turned to her bedroom, moving into the dark room with his cock pressed against her warm flesh. Her smoothly shaven pussy was soaked. It made him swell and throb even more knowing that giving him head turned her on.

  Chase let go of Ashley and she started to crawl across the bed. He grabbed her tube top, liking how it made a convenient “leash” although he’d be damned if he’d tell her that.

  “I don’t want you that far from me,” he informed her.

  “I want the lamp on. I want to watch.” She grabbed her tube top, pulling it over her shoulders, and then left him holding it when she turned, giving him one hell of an ass shot as she reached and flipped on the lamp on the far side of her bed.

  Chase was on her bed, grabbing her hips, before she could turn around.

  “Oh no, mister!” she howled, flipping on to her back and wiggling, trying to get him to let her go.

  Chase came down on top of her, smashing her large breasts against his chest, and seized her mouth, devouring her with a hungry growl until she relaxed underneath him. He was quickly learning her feistiness lasted only as long as he didn’t touch her, or she touched him. But the moment he engaged in any act, she surrendered her cocky nature, willingly wrapping her arms around his shoulders and deepening the kiss.

  She wrapped her legs around him, bringing her pussy up and rubbing it along the length of his shaft. Colors ex
ploded in his brain, rendering him incapable of doing a thing other than continuing to feed off the incredible woman who enjoyed torturing him as much as she appeared to love being tortured.

  He left her mouth, loving the sound of her groan, as he kissed her soft skin and worked his way to her breasts. Ashley writhed underneath him, rubbing against his body and scraping her nails down his back as he suckled one breast and then the other.

  When he moved lower, dipping his tongue into her belly button, she squealed, grabbing his shoulders and bringing her legs up so she could wrap them around his arms. There was strength in her inner thighs and she squeezed, pushing against his shoulders until he obliged and moved lower.

  “God, Chase, please,” she begged, pushing hard to get his face exactly where she wanted it. “Now, damn. Please, now,” she cried out, shifting and wiggling underneath him until he breathed in the musky aroma of her soaked pussy.

  “It’s okay, sweetheart,” he told her, kissing her inner thigh. “You’re going to have everything you want. I promise.”

  “Now,” she hissed, her tone turning bossy once again.

  Putting what he already believed to be true about her to the test, Chase ran his tongue down the length of her wet folds.

  “Oh!” she cried out, her legs shivering on either side of him.

  “Relax,” he encouraged, moving his lips against her smooth flesh. She smelled so good and tasted even better. “Enjoy this, sweetheart. I’m going to make you feel so good and make you come so hard.”

  She hummed her answer, obliging, her thigh muscles noticeably relaxed as she spread herself wide open for him. Chase adjusted himself, keeping half of him off the bed. His cock was heavy and throbbing, and his balls tight. The pressure inside him smoldered, threatening to boil over if he weren’t careful. But taking his time, enjoying the perfect pussy in front of him, he once again ran his tongue along her smooth skin, lapping up the come that soaked her.

 

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