The Badge Bunnies series: Ride-Along (11 page)

“Relax your arms some,” he instructed. “Your shoulders are really tight.”

Thanks to all the sexual tension that had been building all day.

She obeyed, wiggling back a little more as she let her arms relax. This time, her ass definitely met with resistance. If that was his cock she was rubbing up against instead of a weapon of another sort, then Blake wasn't quite as professional as he wanted her to think. Or at least part of his anatomy wasn't.

“I know you won't be able to think about breathing in a crisis situation. But right now, let's focus on good technique.” His voice was smooth as honey in her ear. “Take a deep breath and hold it.”

She inhaled, letting the air fill her lungs—and expand her breasts quite nicely. From where he stood looking over her shoulder, Blake would have to be oblivious to miss the view down her blouse as she put on her best heaving-bosom routine.

“Beautiful,” he whispered.

He tightened his arms around her, pulling her back against him. Oh, yeah. That was definitely his cock back there. He was getting harder by the second.

“Now, just squeeze your finger gently on the trigger,” he commanded. “It should surprise you when it goes off.”

She slowly pulled the trigger. The hammer fell with a distinct
click.

“That was perfect. You didn't flinch at all,” he said. “Let's try it now with the clip loaded.”

Trista almost groaned in disappointment when he moved away from her to load the magazine of her 9mm. She leaned her hip against the counter and watched as he worked. Damn, he had some nice hands.

When he was done, he held out a set of hearing protection— the kind that cut out almost all outside sound.

She frowned as she took the earmuffs. “I won't be able to hear your instructions with these on. Shouldn’t we use the foamy things.”

His mouth quirked. “Foam earplugs? No. The earmuffs muffle the sound better. Don’t worry. I'll be right behind you, guiding you by touch. All you have to do is focus on the target.”

Like she was going to be able to focus on anything with him touching her. That silly paper target positioned halfway down the shooting range was going to be the last thing on her mind.

After he was once again standing behind her, Blake leaned close to her ear for one last set of instructions before she put the muffs in place. “You have a full magazine, but I want you to take your time and  try to make every shot perfect.”

She picked up her Lady Smith 9mm and sighted in on the target. Having all that rock-hard muscle pressed up against her was even more distracting than it’d been before, and her hands began to shake. Blake's immediately wrapped his arms around her, his hands supporting her wrists—which only made her tremble more. The way the inside of his arms pressed against the sides of her breasts was doing all sorts of delicious things to her body.

Trista relaxed back, subtly rubbing her ass against his erection. Blake didn’t pull away. If anything, he tugged her a little closer. He
was
trying to seduce her.

She just had to let him do it.

She forced herself to focus enough to actually aim in the general direction of the target and squeezed out a shot. She didn't give a damn where the bullet hit. She was only using the recoil as an excuse to shove her ass back into Blake's hard-on. She took a breath and held it, then pulled the trigger again. When she leaned back against him this time, it was more than casual. This time, she gently rotated her ass in blatant invitation. Blake must have approved because he slid his hands down her bare arms until his fingertips brushed the sides of her breasts. The contact was teasing, questioning, as if he wanted to make sure this is what she wanted.

Man, this was so what she wanted.

Keeping her pistol pointed in a safe direction, she turned her head until she grazed his scuff-roughened jaw line with her lips. The touch was momentary, but it must have been enough for Blake. When she turned back to send another 9mm downrange, he slid his hands under her breasts to cup them through her shirt. Needless to say, that round went wide of the target. Hell, she wasn't sure she even hit the wall behind it.

She took a deep breath, letting her breasts fill Blake's big hands. She thought she might have moaned, but she couldn’t hear anything over her earmuffs. She doubted her shooting instructor had, either. That was okay. She’d make sure he knew exactly how much she enjoyed what he was doing later.

Behind her, Blake bent to nuzzle her neck. His mouth was warm on her skin, and she tipped her head to the side to give him plenty of room. Steadying the weapon, she squeezed off a lazy shot at the target and hit it dead center. Hmm, nothing like getting her breasts fondled to improve her focus.

She loved a man who knew how to use his mouth, and Blake certainly fell into that category. His lips on her neck were doing crazy things to her body, and she shivered as goose bumps chased over her skin. And when he traced his tongue along the pulse line of her jugular all the way from her collar bone up to her ear? Well, she just about thought she might melt. She was on the verge of dropping her Smith and Wesson when a sharp nip of teeth brought her back to reality. Damn, he was good at this. She tried to get herself back under control, but she couldn't. She was getting drunk from his first little touch.

She let her head fall back, silently begging the handsome cop for more. And more was exactly what he gave her. Oh God, was it possible to have a neckgasm? If his mouth felt that good on her neck, what was it going to feel like on her nipples? Or—dare she say it— her pussy? She quivered at the thought.

She was so caught up in what Blake was doing above the collar of her shirt she almost didn’t realize he was unbuttoning it. He was so smooth she would have missed it completely if it wasn't for the cool air touching her stomach as he worked his way up from the bottom. He stopped halfway to motion toward the target with his chin.

Trista blinked. He wanted her to keep shooting? Was he nuts? She was so blurry-eyed from excitement she was starting to worry about their safety. But he was insistent, nudging her again.

She lifted her 9mm and took a deep breath, doing her best to lock her eyes on the man-shaped silhouette hanging from the cable. The task was made more difficult by the fact that Blake had finished with the buttons on her shirt and wrapped his hands around her satin-covered breasts. She hadn't thought her shirt had been that thick, but the increase in sensation let her know that was a lie. Her nipples tightened almost painfully against her bra.

Blake gave her a sharp nip on the neck with his teeth to put her back on task. She lifted her head, took another breath and held it, then squeezed off a shot at the head of the target.

Hmm, another hit. She’d better be careful, or her hunky police officer might catch on to her game.

Other Books by Paige Tyler

SERIES

The Badge Bunnies Series

Seducing Officer Barlowe

Two Cops, A Girl and A Pair of Handcuffs

A Cop, His Wife and Her Best Friend

Ride-Along

The Cowboy Series

Karleigh’s Cowboys

And The Ranch Hand Makes Three

More Than a Cowboy (Special Two-Book Set)

Alaskan Werewolves Series

Animal Attraction

Animal Instinct

The Cutler Brothers Series

Cade

Madoc

The Cutler Brides

Modern Day Vampires

Vampire 101

The Friends Series

Spicing Up Her Marriage

Taking Her Friends Advice

It’s Just a Job

INDIVIDUAL BOOKS

Western

Kayla and the Rancher

Paranormal

Dead Sexy

Ghost Hunter

Just Right

The Magic Spell

Contemporary

Security Risk

The Postman Always Comes Twice

Good Cop, Bad Girl

Mr. Right-Now

Erotic Exposure

Unmasked

Sexy Secret Santa

If You Dare

Librarian By Day

Protective Custody

Samantha and the Detective

Nosy By Nature

All She Wants for Christmas

The Trouble with New Year’s Resolutions

Austin Malone, Private Eye

The Girl Next Door

Bridezilla

A Date for the Wedding

Sci-Fi

Cindra’s Bounty Hunter

Pirate’s Woman

The Ambassador’s Daughter

Not the Man She Thought

Free-Read

Caught Red Handed