Ripped! by Jennifer LaBrecque

help you take it out.” She stroked him again. “What do you think so far?”
    “A most excellent proposal. What comes next?”
    What followed was a descriptive scenario where she told him exactly what she planned to do to him, all while her fingers continued to tease and taunt him into insanity.
    He was damn near at his breaking point when he uttered a one-word command, “Enough.” If she continued talking in that sultry voice, with her clever little hand stroking him to madness, he was going to come before he even got the truck pulled into the driveway.
    She rested her fingers on his thigh, close but not touching him. It was a more diabolical torture than anything he’d learned in the military. She wiggled in the seat and he knew she was wet. For him. It was heady stuff, no pun intended.
    “Enough?” Her fingers played against his thigh muscle. “Are you sure you don’t need to hear more before you accept or decline?”
    “Baby, if I hear any more, your proposal is going to be shot to hell before we even get started.”
    “Then I guess my lips are sealed…until we get to your house.”
    He couldn’t get there fast enough.
     
    “S O , HOW MUCH TROUBLE WILL that get you into?” Eden asked, as the police car pulled out past them. She only felt marginally guilty. It really was kind of funny.
    “I’ll probably just get a talk about setting a good example. Speeding in a residential neighborhood isn’t cool, but it’s not a DUI or some of the other stuff that goes down.”
    “Hope that didn’t ruin your—”
    He cut her off. “Not by a long shot. I’m still up for your proposal.”
    She looked at his crotch. Yes, he was. Now that was impressive. After a speeding ticket and a hefty fine, his pump was still primed. She was definitely ready, but then that seemed to be her perpetual state around Mitch. He might look like her Mercury statue in lots of respects but Mitch was definitely superior to the Roman god in the packaging department.
    He turned into a neighborhood and she marginally registered the neat lawns and tidy brick houses. Please let them get to his house soon. She was wound so tight she felt as if she might break through her own skin. Arousal was a tight fist clutching her. There was nothing tame or gentle about the way she wanted him. And it was only him she wanted. Not one of the hard bodies she’d photographed this afternoon, but this man with whom she’d felt a connection from the moment she’d seen him.
    She slanted another hungry look at his crotch. While there was solid proof bulging at the front of his uniformthat he needed her too, she also felt wave after wave of sexual tension radiating from him. She might be gone after tomorrow but for right now, Mitch Dugan wanted her. And by God, she planned to let him have her, six ways to Sunday.
    He turned into a driveway and pulled into an open carport. Eden had her seat belt unlatched and her door open by the time he killed the engine. She stood beside him, not touching him while he unlocked the door. His body heat was like a magnet drawing her, his scent pulling her in, but she didn’t dare get too close until they were safely on the other side of the door. She couldn’t guarantee they wouldn’t provide a shocking display for the neighborhood.
    He had to try the key twice before he managed to turn the lock. Her Special Forces paratrooper wasn’t quite as unflappable as he might appear. Then they were inside. The door had no sooner closed behind them than they were reaching for one another.
    She linked her arms around his neck and stood on tiptoe to fit her crotch against the bulge in his. His mouth swooped onto hers and he caught her buttocks up in his broad hands, holding her more firmly still against his erection. She ground her hips against him and sucked his tongue into her mouth.
    Slowly, deliberately she did to his tongue what she was about to do to his penis. He groaned into her mouth. She relinquished his tongue and pretended to