Arresting Holli (6 page)

Chapter Six

She was really freezing. Michael even opened his jacket and wrapped it around her as best he could to keep her warm. Through their kisses, all their kisses in the last however many minutes, she’d grown colder by the second. She needed to get inside or at the very least put the damn hat back on, but she was stubborn and full of pride.

He couldn’t blame her. He was too when it came to his ball club. He loved them when they sucked, and he loved them when they were on top of their game. It made winning all the sweeter.

He nipped at her tongue, a little harder than he’d intended. When she lifted her head and eased her grip on the back of his hair, he smiled at the bright pink of her frozen face. “We need to get you inside.”

“I know.”

“And my legs are solid ice.”

“Can you walk?” She slid off him as she spoke, the move slow as she unbent her own legs from their curled position.

He took her proffered hand, doing his level best to stand on his own as much as possible. If he held on to her too tightly and used her to pull himself up, he’d bring them both back down again. And shit, he wasn’t kidding; his lower legs were numb and freezing. “Never let it be said I didn’t give a lady what she wanted.”

“And what did I want?”

Michael picked up his hat that was now soaked and half buried under snow and shook it off. “You wanted more of my awesome kisses.”

“I don’t recall saying that exactly. I just wanted to know why you kept pulling away.”

“I didn’t this time.”

On shaking legs, filled with pins and needles as feeling began to return, he guided her up the back steps and into the furnace of what was once the mudroom. It wasn’t really hot in the hallways and stairway, but it sure as hell felt like it compared to the winter chill outside.

“Michael?”

He opened his apartment door to let her in ahead of him. He closed it behind them. “Hmm?”

“I’m sleepy again.”

“I know.” And she began stripping right there in his living room. Holy.
Moly
.

The jacket came off first, and she laid it over the arm of his couch. Next was the sweatshirt, followed by two long-sleeved T-shirts: the one he’d given her and one that must have been hers. He had to swallow a couple of times while he watched. He wasn’t trying to stare, it’s just… Okay, so maybe he was trying to stare. The damn woman was getting naked in front him and not batting an eyelash about it while he was sweating a river under his own clothes.

She left the bra on, a plain white cotton bra that shouldn’t have been sexy and probably wasn’t to most men, but on her, right there and then, it was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.

She leaned over, using the couch for leverage, and pulled the boots off, then rolled both pairs of pants down her legs. She stood back up, all luscious curves, in bra, panties, and his wool socks.

“Have you ever been attracted to a woman like me?”

“Like you?”

She shrugged, and just like yesterday in the police station storage closet, it raised her chest barely an inch. It was enough. Oh damn, it was enough, but his cock wasn’t in agreement. No, his body, his cock wanted her to do so much more, like shrug the fabric covering her, off. He wanted to see her nipples, feel the heavy weight of her tits in his hands, taste them with his tongue. He

“Michael?”

Shit. What was she talking about? Oh right. Like her? A girl like her? What did she mean by that? “What?”

“You know, a girl like me. A big girl. Plus-sized? Full-figured? Double D’s and double-digit sizes?”

She wasn’t blushing or looking sad or trying to cover herself in any way beyond the scraps of clothing she still wore. She was serious.

He stalked up to her and tilted her face so he could look into her pretty eyes. “A woman like you is my preference. I won’t break you. I won’t hurt you. I won’t feel your bones under my fingers. I’ll know you’re there, soft and giving beneath me, against me. I prefer a healthy woman with curves.” He leaned down and kissed her lips, tasting her breath. “You’re fit, strong, and you might actually like being cooked for, held, danced with, and” he dipped his tongue between her lips then retreated “fucked,” he whispered into her mouth.

“Yes. Now.” She reached between them and went to work on his belt, quickly dispensing of anything that was in her way, anything that kept her from touching his skin.

“Now?”

“Yes. Now,” she repeated, this time with telling emphasis.

He didn’t need to be told three times. He shed his jacket and shirts as she unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. “You ever been with someone like me?”

She paused. “Like you?”

“Yeah, like me. You know, an Officer Hunky.”

“No. I can honestly say I’ve never been with an Officer Hunky before, but I think it might be my new preference. That is if…”

“If? If what?”

Holli
edged away from him, reached behind her, and unhooked her bra. She turned her back to him, then twitched her hips from side to side as she let the bra go. It dropped to the floor with a whisper of sound. “If you can…”

His jeans were around his ankles in less than a second, but his damn boots were still on. Shit. He hobbled to the side of the couch she’d just vacated and yanked them off, followed by his jeans and boxers.

She stood in the doorway to his bedroom, her back against the doorjamb, watching with a smile on her face. Damn smooth, cowboy. He told himself he’d been distracted by the sight of her breasts, full, more than a handful, and those nipples…

God, she was gorgeous.

Her gaze traveled from his head to his toes as he moved in her direction. She zeroed in on the one part of his body that was no longer stinging from the cold, and licked her lips.

“If I can what?”

She raised those eyes up to his again and hooked her thumbs in her black-with-white-polka-dot panties. She shimmied them off her hips and down her legs and backed into his room, crooking her finger at him to follow. As if she could keep him away.

“If I can what,
Holli
?”

The backs of her knees hit the edge of the bed, and she dropped back into the mess of covers with a laugh. Her legs spread, along with her arms, her tits bouncing, with nipples pointing to the ceiling. She was beautiful and sexy as hell. He could eat her alive, she was so delectable and unashamed of her curves, her arousal, her need.

“C’mon, Officer Hunky.” She dragged one of her fingers through her sex, parting the lips to tap at her clit. “Read me my rights.”

Rights? Oh yeah, the woman had rights to him and his body and anything she might want to do to it.

Her thumb replaced her finger, and her finger slid inside her. Michael groaned and reached for the basket on top of his chest of drawers, rummaging for a foil packet, his gaze never breaking contact with the action between her thighs.

She was masturbating in his bed. When was the last time a woman had done that? When was the last time he’d had a woman in his bed? He couldn’t even remember. But this one with the small, trimmed tuft of hair resting just at the top of her pussy and smooth everywhere else. This one with the sultry, teasing Southern belle voice and trust-me-with-your-soul eyes. This one that he thanked the heavens for speeding in his district, on his holiday weekend, on his shift… No, he wouldn’t be forgetting her. Ever.

He ripped at the foil with his teeth and pulled the condom out. “You have the right to scream at the top of your lungs. Anything you say, ask for, beg, or plead for may be used against you, inside you.” He knelt on the bed and held himself above her with his arms locked at the side of her head, much like he had been earlier. “You have the right to ask for more. If you cannot speak, I will decide for you.” Lowering one hand to join hers, he touched the wettest sex, the hottest juices… “Do you understand these rights as I have explained them to you?”

He lifted her fingers up to his mouth and sucked on the one that had been inside her. She was sweet, with a tangy aftertaste. He’d remember her taste every day for the rest of his life. It was smooth, sliding over his tongue, and he wanted more. But later.

He raised that arm over her head and brought the other to join it, holding her wrists in his fists. “Do you,
Holli
? Do you understand?”

Her feet braced on the bed, she angled her hips up, touching her opening to the head of his cock that was aimed directly at her. “Yes, Officer Hunky. I understand.”

“Thank fucking God.”

He thrust with his hips, and his ass tightened as he plunged fully inside her. Her thighs gripped him, closed around him, and he sank down onto her. Her body gave, and his fit itself to her. And what a delicious fit it was too.

He kept hold of her wrists now with both of his hands, leveraging his upper body off hers, watching her move under him, feeling the give and take of her pussy as he pushed in and pulled out.

The softness of her socks slid up and down the backs of his thighs, and she planted her feet, lifting herself up into him, fucking herself on him. God, he’d never had a woman take so much, give so much, show him she was an equal participant. It was amazing.

Her sex sucked at his cock, her bottom lip drawn between her slightly imperfect teeth, her eyes stared into his, and he couldn’t break away, didn’t want to break away. He’d never had the pleasure of so much intimacy shared with a look that moved beyond what was going on with their bodies.

He was caught, held entranced, and the connection burned through him. His balls tightened, and sweat beaded on his forehead. It matched the sweat on hers. She was working him as hard as he was working her, driving herself up and down on his cock. Her breath came hot and heavy, her face flushed, and he couldn’t resist her mouth anymore.

Lowering his head, he tugged at her bottom lip with his teeth, dragging it from between hers and into his mouth, sucking and licking before sliding his tongue into her mouth. The open-mouthed, open-eyed kiss drained him of any resistance to her. He’d wanted her the moment he met her, wanted her more as he spent time with her and got to know her, but that was all surface, all cursory compared to this want flowing through him. Now he just wanted her, all of her, anything and everything he could get. He wanted to imprint himself on her, inside and out, and by any means necessary. He didn’t want her to forget him when she left. He wanted her to come back.

The offer he’d made earlier this morning about her coming back in the spring hadn’t been idly given, but it was different now with his cock tunneling through her cunt. He needed her to come back. He needed to see her after this. And he had to make sure she needed the same damn thing.

Their breath mingled, tongues tangled, gazes held, and his balls gave way, sending a rush of cum up through the end of his penis.

Michael groaned into her mouth, pumping his hips hard, meeting her thrusts as he emptied into the condom.

“Don’t stop. Please. Don’t. Stop. Please,” she gasped.

“No. I won’t.”

“So…close. Yes. Harder. Just… God, Michael…” She strained against him, tensing under him, her body going rigid as she grasped for the orgasm.

He broke eye contact with her for just a moment, for as long as it took him to grip a nipple in his teeth. He worried it in his mouth, flicked his tongue over the tip and again lifted his gaze to hers. She was watching him tease her, and he loved it, loved the heat in her eyes.

He pulled upward and she bucked, shuddering beneath the weight of his body.

“Harder, Michael. Pull harder.”

And so he did. The harder he bit and tugged, the harder and longer her orgasm, the harder and longer she trembled.

When she finally stilled, and when he could feel the tremors in the muscles of her thighs, in the fluttering of her belly, he let go, laving the nipple gently before pressing his mouth to hers again.

He let her wrists go, and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, deepening their kiss, sliding her fingers into his hair, fisting the short strands.

“Wow.”

“Yes. Wow.” Michael pressed his lips to the pulse in her neck before extracting himself from her warmth. “I’ll be right back.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

He certainly wished she wasn’t. He banished the thought from his mind and walked out of the bedroom to dispose of the condom. After washing his hands and cleaning up, he made sure the front door was locked and grabbed a bottle of water from the kitchen.

When he joined her again, she was curled on her side, her eyes closed and her breathing even. The woman had fallen asleep on him again. Oh well, he was going to join her. Again.

Smiling down at her slumbering form, he shifted her on the mattress before climbing in behind her. He pulled the sheet and blanket up over them and wrapped himself around her.

He fucking loved afternoon naps.

Chapter Seven

“I can’t believe I’m in handcuffs again.”

“You’re the one who said you wanted to try it, that you were curious.”

Holli
tugged at the unforgiving and unyielding metal around her wrists. “I know, and I am.”

“How do you feel?”

“Good.” She turned her head to look at him over her shoulder. “I think I like it. Being your prisoner, unable to escape.”

There was no thinking needed. She loved it, the inability to get free and to walk away from him. She’d never had bondage fantasies, but she liked being in his custody, under his control. The times he’d been over her, holding her down.

She wiggled and tugged and giggled. Who knew that being arrested would open a whole new side of her? She felt free. Free to be a different person. Maybe she’d been this person inside all along and just didn’t know it. No matter, she was there now, exploring and experiencing freely, asking for what she wanted.

“Why are you smiling like that?”

“No reason.”

“Uh-huh. For some reason, Ms. James, I don’t believe you.”

Holli
produced the best pout she could. “Oh but Officer Hunky, I’m telling the truth.”

“Are you now? Let’s see about that.”

His large, warm hand smoothed over her butt, sliding from one side to the other, caressing her skin. She moaned, unable to stop the sound. His touch felt so good, and she wanted more.

More she got. In the form of a swat. She arched and twitched her hip to the side, surprised at the sting and the heat…and the desire for more.

“
Holli
? You okay?”

“Yeah. Do that again. Please.” Maybe it was an aberration, just a fluke. Maybe she really didn’t feel anything at all. Maybe she was affronted and offended that he would spank her. Whatever it was, the only way to figure it out was for him to do it again.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Please, Michael. Do it again.”

And he did. On her other cheek. Harder this time. Again she arched, and again she twitched to the side.

She still wanted more.

He slid his hand through her hair and massaged the back of her neck until she dropped her head forward, relaxing into it. His other hand rubbed the sting from the spanks away, which only served to make her want it again. She was horny for it. She was aroused by it.

She’d been aroused and excited before, but this was different. This was, as she’d decided earlier, heated, traveling from the surface of her flesh beneath to flow through her blood. She felt it between her legs, in her clit, up her belly, and into her breasts.

“You still okay?”

“I’ve…I’ve never been spanked before.”

“I won’t do it again. I thought you liked it, but ”

“No, please. I…” She shook her head. “I keep saying please. I’ve never said it so much in my life. I want you to do it again. I like it. At least I think I do.”

The hand caressing her behind dipped down and slid through the lips of her sex. The cool air blew across her soaked center, and his fingers teased and toyed with her until she was ready to beg…for anything.

“I’d say you like it a lot, Ms. James.”

His voice was a whisper against her ear, and she shivered. “I’d have to agree with you, Officer.”

With exaggerated slowness, he removed his fingers, wiping her wetness along her inner thighs. “I want you to move. Wrap your hands around the metal rods you’re cuffed to, just like that, yes. Now walk backward on your knees until your hips are up and your nipples are just touching the sheet. Yes, yes. That’s beautiful.”

She couldn’t remember a time with any other lover that she’d been or felt so exposed. Sure, she’d been naked many times, and her favorite position was doggie-style, but this was different, new. With her ass in the air, with the inability to move her hands and cover herself if and when she wanted, the feeling of exposure was

A slap landed right between her cheeks, up against her asshole, and before she could react to that one, another landed a little farther down, and still another even farther, this time against her clit. She uttered a grunt and pushed herself backward.

“More?”

“Yes.”

Three more strikes were gifted to each of her cheeks in rapid succession, hard and unforgiving, driving her to the brink of tears. His hands were there, gentle now, rubbing the burning tingles away. Her mouth was dry, her eyes were stinging, and her body was hungry and heavy with lust. Then his tongue was on her clit.

Oh, God…

Holli
curved inward enough that she could look down to see the top of his dark head between her legs. His tongue attacked her clit, licking, stabbing, prodding the little bundle of out-of-control nerves.

She tightened her hands on the headboard and tried to hold off the orgasm but failed miserably. She tried to lift off his tongue, to ease the rush taking over her body, but he wouldn’t let her. His fingers squeezed her smarting ass and held her against his mouth, giving her no way out. She had no choice but to give in, to give him what they both wanted from her.

She felt it in her toes when it broke. The pressure escaped her in a gush of warmth from inside her pussy, in another unladylike grunt that turned into a whimpering shudder of breath.

Lost in her release, it took her a moment to realize he was sliding up, lifting her until his face was directly beneath hers, his chest hairs teasing her already sensitive nipples. “Please, Michael. Please…”

“I know, baby.”

His fingers brushed against her sex, and she heard paper tearing, then his cock was pushing into her again, stretching her, filling her still-pulsing core.

His hands returned to her ass, tightening, digging into her skin, forcing her body to accept him, to ride him. She had no objections and soon took over the job, raising herself up, then lowering back down. The pace wasn’t slow once she adjusted her legs alongside him. His smile was pained and gorgeous as he lost himself in the fuck.

He gave her more power than she’d anticipated having, drove her to want more than she’d had before. It hit her that she wasn’t the only one bound and unable to get away. She held him just as enthralled as he held her. Feminine power at its best.

And she loved it, reveled in it.

She lowered her mouth and dipped her tongue between his lips. She found his taste, the one she was coming to crave, and she found her own. The taste of her pleasure on his tongue was a heady mix, one she could get quite used to.

They moaned together, and his hands shifted to her hips. “How can I help you, Officer Hunky?” she whispered.

“You’re doing just fine, Ms…James. Goddamn. You’re so tight like this, hot. I want you bare though, no condom. Just once, sometime, somewhere, somehow, no condom. Promise me, someday, I’ll feel nothing but your wet pussy surrounding me?”

She wanted the very same thing. “Promise.”

“Sweet Jesus, I need to…”

He strained under her, and she watched the play of emotion on his face. His eyes were closed this time. It was a different kind of sexy than before. Darker.

He moved her forward off his cock, then backward hard to penetrate her again. She followed his rhythm and was soon using the headboard as a brace to pull and push against.

“Yes,
Holli
. God fucking yes…”

The last was a hiss between his teeth. He pressed his head into the bed beneath him, the pressure causing the tendons and muscles in his neck and shoulders to stand out. She wanted to lick him, taste his salty skin with her tongue, but she couldn’t stop moving long enough to satisfy that bit of thirst just yet.

He raised his knees behind her, a flesh wall that she butted up against when she thrust onto his cock. His breath shuddered in his chest, his throat issued sounds she’d never heard from a man before, and he came hard, holding her down while he jerked and bucked through his orgasm.

Holli
lowered her head and gave in to the desire to taste his skin, licking from the outer edge of his shoulder, along his collarbone, up the side of his neck, and nipped at his jaw, his chin, and finally at his full lower lip. She tugged on it with both of hers, then slipped her tongue inside. This time his arms wrapped around her, holding her to him, flush against his chest, belly, and groin, and it was the first time since he’d cuffed her wrists to the bed that she wished to be set free. She wanted to touch him with her fingers, hold and caress him with her hands.

His hands fisted in her hair and pulled her away. He gave a peck to the end of her nose that made her giggle, then looked into her eyes. There was still a good amount of hunger there for her to see, a great deal of lust, but it was all mixed with tenderness. She could literally stare into his eyes forever.

She smiled to herself. A little dramatic yes, but true nonetheless.

“Ms. James? Do you feel any remorse for the actions that led you to this place?”

She shook her head, lowering her eyes demurely. As if. “No, Officer Hunky. Sadly I do not.”

“That’s a shame. It seems I’ll have to continue to interrogate you until you see and admit the error of your ways.”

She’d take his brand of interrogation any day of the week and twice on Sundays. “Yes, sir.”

“I can’t allow you to leave without making sure you understand what breaking the law will get you.”

She raised her gaze back up to his. There was a twinkle in his eyes. “If it gets me in bed with you over and over again, I’ll break the law every time.”

That earned her a swat on her still-smarting ass and a deep rumbling laugh from his chest. “Naughty girl.”

* * * * *

“You need a bigger shower,”
Holli
said from behind the curtain.

Michael nodded in agreement even though she couldn’t see it. She was taking a shower first, and he would follow once she was done. It was the one thing in his apartment that he would change.

He loved the wood floors, the ornate mantel, the brick of the fireplace, the character that the historical attributes gave. He loved the open floor plan, the very modern kitchen, the spacious bedroom. The small bathroom, not so much, not when only one person could fit in it comfortably and two was just overcrowding to an almost fire code violation.

He was leaning against the doorjamb, waiting for her to finish. Still naked too and, by the looks of it below his waist, his dick was waiting just as eagerly as the rest of him, if not more so.

When had he wanted a woman this much that he could spend hours having sex with her? Or just spend hours with her? He and
Holli
, though, they just seemed to click, and that was okay by him.

“I’ll be right out. Just getting the rest of the soap out of my hair.”

“I’m here.”

“Okay.” She pulled the curtain to the side enough to step out but not enough to get water all over his floor. He was there, as he’d said, and wrapped a towel around her body. “Thank you.”

Michael kissed the top of her head and stepped into the shower. He turned down the hot water just a tad, then doused himself under the spray. “You’re welcome.”

“So what are we going to do now?”

She hadn’t left the bathroom. It was kind of cozy like that. Him in the shower. Her getting dressed or brushing her hair or putting on makeup. Whatever, really, just the fact they were there together. It was, again, one of those intimacies that couples and lovers shared. He wanted to be that with her. A couple. Lovers.

“What do you want to do?”

“Honestly? I’d like to eat. I’m starving. Again.” She sighed. “I’m either sleepy or hungry. Is that what jail does to everyone?”

“I’m sure to some extent it is, but that shouldn’t be a problem. I’ll fix us something when I get done in here.” He squirted some of his combination shampoo/
bodywash
in the palm of his hand and scrubbed his hair then started working the lather over his body. At the moment, the head of his cock was still a little sensitive from the sex, but he was hoping that, given a few hours rest, it would be good to go for another round.

Stepping back under the spray, he tilted his head to rinse the suds out and gave his body another once-over before shutting the water off and pulling the curtain so he could get out.

Holli
was dressed in another pair of soft knit pants, this time dark blue, with a white pullover. Her hair was all combed out, and she had a sated look on her pretty face. He’d like to have the chance to look at it for a few more weeks, maybe even a few more months. She was… She was getting to him, getting under his skin, and he wasn’t quite sure what to do about it. For the moment, though, she was standing there holding a towel out for him.

He reached for it, but she held it away from him.

“Come closer.”

He did, and she performed the very same act he had when she’d gotten out of the shower. She wrapped it around his body, then pulled his head down so she could kiss the top of it. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

She left the tiny room, and he finished drying off before padding naked to his bedroom for a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. He heard her rummaging through the kitchen cabinets, and after running his fingers through his hair, he went to see what she was up to.