Uniform Desire Page 2

  Water from the shirt plopped onto her linoleum in an irregular pattern.

  Sculpted muscles rippled across his chest and down his stomach. His biceps bunched with each move of his arm. The man had a body meant to be on display. Air whooshed out of her opened lips, and she swallowed hard. Maybe this wasn't the best idea.

  With a shaky hand, Rikka accepted the shirt he held out. She was in such big trouble.

  Wearing only half his uniform, the man looked even sexier.

  CHAPTER 2

  Her big question was answered. The man was definitely not a member of the bare-chested gang. Dark whorls of curly black hair sprinkled the planes of his hard chest and circled his brown nipples—flat disks still pebbled from the contact with the cold liquid. Tight buds she wanted to taste.

  The shirt grasped in her fist, she turned and headed for the sink, desperate for a task to focus on. Something other than how much she lusted after the half-naked man in her kitchen. With a twist, she turned on the faucet and held the inside of the shirt under the running water. “If we're lucky, the tea will rinse out before it has a chance to stain."

  "Hope so. That was a new shirt."

  His voice came from close behind her. Too close. She stilled and held up the shirt, peering at the fabric.

  "See here.” He reached an arm over her shoulder and pointed, his chest pressing against her shoulders. “There's still a faint outline.

  Her skin immediately heated and she bit her lip, fighting to keep from moaning at the wild sensations running through her. Blood pumped fast through her veins and yearning settled low in her belly. Did the man have any clue what his closeness did to her temperature?

  "So, what's the next step?"

  His words rumbled next to her ear. If he didn't back away, her next step just might be spontaneous combustion. “Rubbing the spot with a little bit of detergent.” She reached for the dispenser at the back of her counter, her butt angling against the front of his trousers.

  Where she encountered a hard ridge.

  A long, impressive ridge.

  This time, she couldn't suppress her moan and her hands dropped the shirt to grip the edge of the sink for balance.

  Bare muscled arms dropped around her and his broad hands rested on the tile counter. “How can I help?"

  The man was a master at making statements that could be interpreted in more than one way. The shirt forgotten, she turned within the circle of his arms, aware of the heat building between their bodies, and stared at his enticing chest. Her heartbeat echoed in her ears, and she felt the throb of desire deep in her womb.

  "You can either take your shirt and leave right now"—she tilted her head so she could look up into his questioning blue eyes—"or you can let me...” Her wet hand rose to his chest and trailed through the dark hairs.

  At the contact, he sucked in a breath and his pecs jerked. His pelvis pressed her tightly against the sink. “Let you what?"

  With the ridge of his cock pushing against her belly, she couldn't think. She could only react. “This.” Her lips started at the middle of his chest and moved toward his left nipple, kissing, sucking and licking a trail across his firm skin. The faint scent of smoke mingled with woodsy cologne and healthy male—an unforgettable combination.

  His breath hissed between his teeth and large hands gripped her hips. “Not much of a choice."

  With the tip of her tongue, she licked a circle around his nipple, enjoying the tickle of crisp hair against her tongue, then leaned back to watch as it puckered tighter. “Only giving fair warning."

  "A guy likes knowing where he stands.” With slow moves, his thumbs caressed circles at her waist and he pressed a knee between her legs. His head descended to brush feathery kisses along her temple, down her cheek almost to her lips.

  Excitement at his participation ran through her, fueling her confidence. She threaded her arms around his torso, running her hands over every inch of taut, muscled skin she could reach, before hooking her thumbs on the inside of his waistband.

  His body clenched and his hot breath teased her ear.

  The width of the belt and the thick fabric of his uniform trousers under her caressing fingers brought her thoughts to the man kissing a fiery path down her neck. A captain of a fire-fighting squad. A man who commanded men and led them into dangerous situations.

  The coiled strength of his body made her feel petite, and a thrill passed through her. She squeezed her thighs together and discovered her panties were damp with her excitement.

  But she wanted to taste more of him. She turned her head and met his mouth, pressing a heated kiss against his firm lips. Just the hint of beard stubble scraped her chin. She leaned closer and brushed the tips of her aching breasts against his chest, reveling in the twin zings of pleasure.

  He inhaled through his nose and his hands slid up to her lower back, clenching her tight against his body. His mouth opened and with slow, sweeping moves along her lips, his tongue sought entrance.

  The hard buckle of his belt poked her navel. Another reminder of his duty. Her pulse raced faster. Rikka moaned and opened her mouth to his hot, probing tongue. She hooked a calf around his leg and tilted her hips, rubbing her crotch along his hard thigh. “Oh, yes.” The friction shot tingles along her wet labia and increased the throbbing in her clit.

  His hand smoothed along her waist and grazed her ribs. A thumb scooped an arc along the underside of her breast.

  She whimpered and hunched her shoulder, trying to center her breast over his moving thumb. Stroking, she moved her hands around his sides and up over his rippled chest. Under her fingers, his muscles tightened. God, he felt so good.

  * * * *

  No denying the woman in his arms was a spitfire with ripe curves, soft skin, and fiery red hair. Redheads with freckles were his weakness. Her emerald green eyes were the clincher—this woman was a knockout.

  But he hesitated. Conor couldn't believe she intended to take this all the way. God knew, he was primed and ready ... his cock straining against the front of his trousers was proof. He eased his hold and brushed his lips along her temple, searching his mind for the words to back away.

  "Hey!” Rikka's eyelids opened halfway and she glared. “Why are you stalled?” Her hand moved over his chest, and she rubbed his nipple between two fingers.

  Sensations arced through his chest like a lightning strike, and he sucked in a breath. “Easy, darlin'.” He grabbed her wayward hand and brought it to his lips. While staring into her eyes, he kissed each fingertip and then slid the pointer deep into his mouth. Ah, she tasted so sweet. His cock hardened even more, his balls clenched, and he widened his stance to ease the tightness of his clothes.

  Laving each side, he eased the digit out, swirling his tongue around the tip and then pulled her middle finger in, too. Pressing them to the roof of his mouth, he ran the flat of his tongue against the underside in broad strokes. With the pointed tip, he plunged along the seam and into the tender skin at the base of her fingers.

  She whimpered and wiggled her belly across the front of his trousers. “I've got a more interesting place for that magic tongue of yours."

  With a final kiss on her fingertips, he rested his forehead against hers. “You're sure? This is awfully fast."

  Her fingers toyed with the hair over his right ear. “Any reason for your hesitancy besides that?"

  The memory of a disastrous marriage after a whirlwind courtship speared through his mind. His divorce papers were solid proof that leading with his cock seldom worked out. He shook away those thoughts. This was just one time. “None on my part."

  "Then don't worry. I know what I want when I see it.” She reached a hand behind her back. The rip of a zipper sounded and the straps of her sundress slipped off her shoulders.

  Conor relished the exposure of more freckled skin, the cloth dipping lower over the curves of her breasts.

  Rikka slid her hand along his stomach and grabbed hold of the front of his trousers. With a saucy grin, she
stretched until she reached his lips and plunged her tongue into his mouth.

  The desire racing through his body took command. He responded to her explosive kiss, swallowing her moans with each matching thrusts. His hands skimmed her dress down her arms, then moved up the satiny skin of her stomach to cup full breasts covered with a silky wisp of lingerie. Two perfect tits filled his hands, the nipples hard and pouty against the center of his palm. His blood raced like wildfire.

  Her fingers moved against his stomach and then dropped to cup his cock through his trousers. “Mmm,” she mumbled through their kiss.

  The sensation drove him wild. On instinct, he flexed his hips and pushed against her hand, exulting in the pressure on his rigid cock. Too much time had past since he'd enjoyed hot sex. And he was primed to explode.

  He rolled her hard nipples between his thumb and pointer and gave them a little tug.

  The answering wiggle of her shoulders was his answer.

  Conor eased his lips down her jaw and along her neck, but the angle was too great to reach his desired target. He grabbed her around the waist and hoisted her on top of the tile counter, bringing her rounded boobs closer to his mouth.

  "Oh, yes.” She gasped and grabbed his jaw, forcing him to connect with her gaze. “And, Captain, I take orders well."

  A fact to remember. Right now, he had a goal and he was motivated. With a slow touch, he outlined the lacy edge of her bra, working his fingers under the cloth a bit more on each glide. The heat from her tits warmed his fingers.

  Rikka leaned her hands on the counter and tossed back her head. “That feels great."

  What he wanted was to kiss every square inch of her body, but Conor couldn't resist the pointy tips within easy reach. He leaned close and flicked his tongue over each nipple until the silky fabric was translucent and her raspberry-colored aureoles peeked through. Beautiful, but not enough.

  He reached inside and peeled down the fabric until her tits sprang free. Naked and ready for his eager mouth. Caressing the outside of her breasts, he gently pushed them together so he could lavish attention on both—licking, sucking and nibbling the tips. Her skin smelled faintly of apples and cinnamon.

  "More.” Rikka arched her back, pressing her breasts closer.

  Her responsiveness drove him on. He dropped his right hand to her hip and smoothed it down over the gauzy fabric of her dress. When he reached the hem, he eased his hand upward, making small circles on her thigh, until he touched the heat at the top of her thighs.

  Grabbing his shoulders, she cried out and scooted her hips against his touch.

  The wet fabric told him she was as ready as he. Only with great restraint did he hold back from ripping the thin panties off her body and plunging his cock inside her beckoning heat. Although enjoyable, that would not be a smart move. There was the minor issue of protection. “Ah, Rikka?"

  Her movements stilled, and her breath whooshed out. “Mmm, what?"

  He pulled back and braced his hands on the counter, bracketing her hips. “We've got to stop. No condom."

  "Is that all?” Her head rose and she met his gaze. “Two choices here, Captain. I've got condoms in my bedroom or we enjoy alternate remedies."

  He gazed at her flushed cheeks dotted with a fine smattering of brown freckles and her flashing green eyes. “The alternates sound intriguing. Care to explain?"

  A grin stole across her lips and she eased over the edge of the counter. “I'd much rather demonstrate.” With quick moves, she worked the belt buckle loose and tugged the zipper down his trouser fly.

  As soon as the zipper released, his cock tented the front of his boxers. His grip on the tiles tightened as he braced himself for what was coming next.

  "Somehow I took you for a briefs man.” She dropped to her knees and pushed at the trousers until they slid down his legs. Then she stroked him through the cloth, running her fingers from base to tip. “But red silk boxers are a nice surprise."

  Her caressing touch brought blood pounding to his cock, and he closed his eyes to enjoy the sensation. Fingertips pulling at the waistband tickled, and he tightened his abs.

  "All right, show off that rock-hard stomach for me.” She chuckled. With gentle moves, she eased his boxers down his hips, pausing to stretch the elastic over his cock, then let it drag as she pulled them down.

  He rolled his hips to enjoy the tug against his sensitive skin, the nerve endings flaring pleasure along his length. Before he could catch his breath from that new sensation, her mouth captured the head of his penis.

  Her tongue swirled around the sensitive cap, circling in on the tip and then taking a quick dip in the eye.

  Caught by surprise, he couldn't hold back a low groan and widened his stance for the onslaught he knew was coming.

  Her hand grazed the inside of his thighs and cupped his balls, moving them gently in her palm, fingering the ridge just behind the sac.

  Pure reflex made him thrust into the hot cavern of her mouth, the head of his cock tapping the back of her throat. A tight place, but not as tight as another he could think of. He eased away.

  Her head bobbed back and forth, her lips tightening around his girth. A hand gripped and released the base of his shaft in counterpoint to her mouth strokes. “Mmm."

  Vibrations from her throaty moan sent shivers along his skin. The thumping of his heartbeat in his ears matched the pulsing in his groin. He gave himself up to her ministrations and enjoyed her sucking his cock deep into her mouth. When the sensations peaked, he grabbed the sides of her head, ready to ease her off.

  "Uh-uh.” Her hands grabbed his ass and she shook her head.

  The sideways motion triggered his release and he stiffened, throwing back his head and pumping his cum into her waiting mouth. Coiled tension in his balls loosened. Wave after wave of release washed through him, sending tremors up and down his legs. Finally, he huffed out a breath and sagged forward. Prying open his eyes, he looked into her upturned face. “Darlin', that was dynamite."

  Rikka winked, then planted one last kiss on the end of his cock before standing, shoving her dress down over her hips as she rose. She hooked her arms around his neck and kissed a path up his neck. “Happy to oblige.” Her lips closed over his and she nibbled at his lower lip.

  He tasted a mixture of his salty cum and her sweetness. The aroma of apples and cinnamon was stronger now, and he inhaled, letting the scents deepen his enjoyment of the woman in his arms.

  With a cheeky grin, she rested her hand on his and tugged. “Come on, stud. I want mine in a softer location.” She walked backward, curling a beckoning finger, then turned and headed across the room.

  The view of her lean body clothed only in silky panties and high-heeled sandals as she walked ahead of him was inspiring. The gentle sway of her hips, the flexing of toned thigh and calf muscles, the shadow of the cleft of her ass—all conspired to bring life back to his cock.

  At the edge of the kitchen, her sandal slipped and an ankle twisted. She stumbled, but caught herself on the doorframe, glancing back with an embarrassed grin.

  He stepped away from the multi-colored pile of their clothes and followed, like a hungry man seeking a feast. Entering the hallway, he paused, listening for which direction she'd taken. For the moment he stood still, his thoughts raced about the crazy situation he found himself in. How had a regulation investigation turned into a hot afternoon quickie?

  "Oh, Captain, are you lost? I'm waiting."

  Pushing aside serious thoughts, he strode down the hall to the open doorway. Anticipation sped his movements and he wasn't disappointed. Spread across a bed with pale green sheets laid the red-haired beauty, on her side, head propped up with a hand. Totally naked.

  As her gaze zeroed in on his groin, a smile lit her face. “I see your gorgeous cock is back in good form."

  Her frankness stirred his cock even harder, and he sauntered to the edge of the bed. “My turn for orders.” He grabbed her ankles and pulled her toward the bottom of the mattress. “I
want you here."

  She let out a happy squeal, then shimmied her body until her legs hung over the edge. “All right, sir."

  "Now spread them."

  A gasp sounded followed by a long exhalation. “Yesssss.” Her nipples tightened into raspberry pearls before her legs slowly eased apart.

  As delicious as her tits looked, he had his eye on the nest of reddish curls covering her treasures. He started to massage at her knees and moved upward, kneading and caressing. At the same time, he leaned forward and blew several puffs across her slick folds. Lowering to his knees, he inhaled the scent of female readiness and his cock pulsed, seeking her waiting pussy.

  With an arm hugging her left thigh, he stroked his other hand up her torso to tease her nipples. Then he moved closer, his outstretched tongue running the length of her wet folds reaching almost to her clit before retreating. Her musky scent mingled with cinnamon and he could almost taste apples.

  "Ahhh.” Her legs bracketed his head and her hips pressed down in the bed.

  His tongue stilled and he pulled away enough to break contact. He clamped his arm tighter, hoping she get the signal that he was in charge this time. His fingers played with a perky nipple, plucking and twisting.

  When her legs relaxed, he tasted her again, this time running his tongue up her slit and around the engorged bud.

  With a scream, Rikka arched upward.

  He braced a hand on the mattress and followed her movement, his tongue darting into her hot channel with short jabs. His own hips flexed and he pressed his cock against the mattress, enjoying the sparks of pleasure running through his groin.

  In the distance, a muted bell rang.

  Moist heat moved against his lips as she sought better contact. He ran his hands along her smooth skin.

  The bell rang again, the claxon sound all too familiar. Damn. Conor eased her hips down flat and sat back on his heels.

  Her head rose from the mattress, hair wildly tousled around her face. “You're stopping?"

  "Sorry, it's my phone. I have to answer it.” He stood and moved toward the door. In the hall, the acrid smell of burning food stung his nostrils and he spotted a haze drifting at ceiling level. “Hey, are you cooking something?"