Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 99040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 495(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 495(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
“Sorry, I don’t mean to be a dick because I think you’re gorgeous as fuck, and I believe what you’re saying, but I don’t see it. You’re way too badass to be that chick.”
Her chin lifted. “Really?
He nodded. “Am I an asshole?”
“No! The opposite. God, that makes me so happy. Anyway, without trying to sound like a conceited bitch, I’m very used to being told I’m beautiful.” Her cheeks grew red, and she shrugged. “I’ve heard it my whole life. But that’s all I’ve ever heard. So the fact that you see something else in me…” She swallowed and gave him a shy smile opposite her typical confidence. “It makes me feel special,” she whispered.
“Jesus, Jo, you are so goddamn special. And I don’t just see something else in you. I see a hundred fucking somethings in you. And I’m going to make sure to tell you each. And. Every. One. Of. Them.” He punctuated each word with a kiss.
She’d turned him into a man he didn’t recognize. From the outside, he looked the same as always—ink, piercings, mohawk, and a snarky personality. But inside? The heart in his chest thawed after years of a deep freeze, and now he didn’t know what the hell to do with it, so he was practically spouting poetry.
To a cop.
“Tracker, what are we doing?” she asked as she tugged his cut.
They were so close he would only have to press his hips an inch forward and his cock would be nestled in her softness. He only had to lean a few inches forward to kiss her sassy mouth or sink his teeth into the side of her neck. But he didn’t think she meant any of those things.
“I don’t have a fucking clue, Jo. Just know I can’t force myself to stay away from you.” He kissed her, and she opened for him without hesitation. The kiss only lasted a few seconds because he had more to say. “You’re under my skin, Jo. And in my head. My dreams. Awake and asleep. I want my hands on you all the time. I want to feel your skin. I want my mouth on you, and I want to hear how good it makes you feel. And, Christ, Jo, I want to fuck you all the goddamn time. But I also want to fucking talk to you, and for fuck’s sake, I had this damn fantasy of watching the sunset on the beach with you. I don’t know what the hell any of it means or what the hell we’re doing, but…”
Her hand covered his mouth, cutting off his near-psychotic rambling. “I don’t know anything either. Well, that’s not true. I know I want all that. All the things you said. It’s stupid and will probably blow up in our faces, but can we try to forget everything else and just have the things you said?”
Forget everything else.
Like how she was a cop with four brothers and a father who were also cops?
Or how he was technically a criminal?
How their worlds didn’t mix and never would?
As he took in her eyes filled with need and heat, his own desire shot through the stratosphere. Fuck it. Even if—no, when—this erupted down the road, he’d have the memory of some hot, sweaty nights to fall back on.
To answer her question, he yanked her hand off his mouth. Then he grabbed the back of her head and crushed their mouths together.
Jo moaned and plunged her tongue into his mouth with aggressive, ball-tingling strokes. He pressed her flush against the wall with the full length of his body, grinding his instantly hard cock into her. She gripped his ass over his jeans and clutched him close as she squirmed against him.
He loved that she wasn’t timid and didn’t wait for him to make all the moves. She wanted to rub the fuck all over him, so she damn well did, whimpering at how good it felt.
He kissed a rough line from her lips to her jaw, pausing to nip so he could feel her shudder against him.
“Tracker,” she whined as she tilted her head to give him more real estate to explore.
“Can I fuck you?”
“Yes. Yes, please.”
A bang sounded next to them, followed by, “Yo, Tracker…” Jinx stood in the doorway to the kitchen with a classic Jinx grin. “Oh shit, sorry, brother.” He was full of mischief and fucking snark.
Jo squeaked and froze. Thank God he hadn’t gotten around to yanking her shorts off yet. Had Jinx been two seconds later, he’d have found Tracker with his fingers buried inside Jo’s wet pussy.
Fucking asshole.
“What’s it gonna take for you to back out that door and tell everyone else to stay the fuck out?” Tracker’s balls ached. If Jo weren’t obligated to arrest him, he might have murdered Jinx for the interruption.