Content Advisory: m/f sex
Previously, Ava Meyers shared a scene from Copping To It (revised to be in the hero's POV instead of the heroine's). In that story, readers first met undercover cop Luke Anderson. Today, Ava provides an excerpt from Luke's story. Stay tuned for Copping Attitude, coming up next!
Blurb of Cop Appeal (Book 2 in the Red-Hot Cops Series)
People used to call her Sure-Thing-Sarah, but the only thing Sarah Larson’s sure about these days is her continuing desire and love for undercover cop Luke Anderson. Only Luke comes from money, and he’s the most honorable and sexually adventurous man she knows. Four years ago, she committed the biggest mistake of her life--fearing she wasn’t good enough for Luke, she left him to marry another cop. One, it turns out, who’s dangerously possessive. Now, a year after her divorce is final, Luke is back and ready to show Sarah exactly what she’d been missing all this time. Warning: graphic and explicit sex scenes incl. m/m/f Short story: approx. 18,500 words
EXCERPT:
Sarah felt the pull between her legs, a sharp burst of sensation that was almost orgasmic in its intensity. “Oh God, Luke. Don’t—” She whimpered when he pinched her nipple even harder and tugged, at the same time kneading her other breast and kissing her throat.
Involuntarily, her head fell back, giving him better access.
It would be so easy to give in to him. To reacquaint herself with this stranger with
familiar blue eyes, yet an unfamiliar ride and dangerous tattoo. But what would happen when she started to love him again? How could she walk away a second time and not have it kill her?
“Don’t what, Sarah?” he crooned. “Don’t pleasure you? Don’t fuck you? Fucking
you has been all I’ve dreamed about for years. Fucking you’s exactly what you’re hoping I’ll do?”
His arrogance momentarily prodded her to pull away. “You bastard, how dare you—”
He shut her up by tugging her against him and covering her mouth with his. Then he used everything he had to show her what a desirable bastard he still was.
His lips.
His tongue and teeth.
The thrust of his hips against hers, so that his swollen cock nestled between her thighs with lustful eagerness.
He angled his mouth over hers. She forgot his arrogance and instead reveled in
tasting him again. In being in his arms. In being given a second chance at happiness....
One minute Sarah was pushing against Luke's shoulders and the next she was smoothing her palms all over his chest. Within seconds, her hands moved to the front placket of his jeans. He groaned when she cupped his erection, then began working his zipper down. “Yes, Sarah. Touch me. I’ll die if I don’t feel your hands on me.”
She murmured a reassurance, dipped her hand in his briefs, and wrapped her cool fingers around his shaft at the same time she sought his mouth with hers.
This time, she kissed him. She traced his lips with her tongue, then flicked it against his before retreating. When he growled and chased after her, she smiled. It was the first time she’d smiled at him in years, so he pulled back to see it, not just feel it.
“What’s wrong?” she breathed softly.
“Not a damn thing,” he answered just as softly, fighting for his own breath. Cupping her face in his hands, he dropped a kiss on either side of her mouth before nipping her chin. Her lids grew heavier, as if the more they touched, the more entranced she became.
Good. That was good. Because he already felt high on her, and he didn’t want to be the only one feeling the affects of their intimacy.
The cool fingers encircling him tightened, and he swore he could feel a hot drop of liquid well out of his slit, begging for the touch of her tongue. Instinct demanded he push her to her knees and feed her his cock, working it inside her mouth in small increments until she’d swallowed him whole. With superhuman effort, he fought back the urge.
He’d always been greedy when it came to Sarah. He’d pushed her for everything she was willing to give him, and then some. And no matter what her initial inhibitions had been, she’d always given in. Always lost herself in the sensations he could draw from her body so that he’d end up feeling like a fucking God.
Well, almost always.
The only thing she’d consistently denied him was his desire to bring another man into their bed. He occasionally shared a woman with a trusted friend, and the idea of doing a threesome with Sarah was enough to blow his mind. Not because he wanted to share her on a regular basis, but because he wanted to give her the ultimate pleasure—having every single one of her cavities filled with the hot, heavy thickness of a man devoted to one thing: making her feel good.
He’d wanted to give her that, but he’d accepted her refusal with good grace. In fact, the notion that she wanted him and only him to pleasure her had its own distinct allure. It had made him feel incredible.
But then she’d left him. For Richard.
For a moment, residual anger and hurt caused him to wrench away from her.
Breathing like a locomotive and blinking sweat from his eyes, he watched her hand fall to her side and her expression shutter.
She shook her head. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking. I—”
“Uh-uh,” he said.
She stopped short. Raised an imperious brow.
“We’re not stopping now.” He jerked his pants all the way open and shoved them
down so his briefs went with them. His massive erection speared up towards his belly and, as she stared at it slack-jawed, he ripped off his shirt. “In fact, we’re just getting started.” He took a step toward her, stopping and clenching his fists when she backed away. Breaths still churning out of him, he glowered at her. “Don’t. Don’t you dare fucking act scared of me.”
“I’m not scared of you, you ass,” she snarled back. “But that doesn’t mean you can
just come in here and expect me to—to—”
He was on her in a second, one hand in her hair, jerking her head back, and the other hand cupping her pussy through her worn grey sweats. He could tell she wasn’t wearing panties and the crotch of her sweats was soaked through with her arousal. Gently, he pulsated his fingers, teasing her tender folds but purposely staying away from her swollen clit.
He pictured it, though, and his mouth watered to suckle it. To have her juices fill his mouth and coat the back of his tongue. To have his tongue embedded deep within her sweetest nectar.
Maddened, he tried to remember what she’d said about expectations. Hell, he didn’t have expectations, but he sure as shit had intentions.
He jerked her face even closer to his, not missing the way she bit her lip as the
pressure on her scalp increased. Her expression confirmed she liked the bite of pain.
That’s one thing she’d always been able to give him—her honest response to what turned her on in bed. The idea of a menage, for example, made her uncomfortable, but she’d never said it didn’t tempt her. He’d figured, if they’d stayed together, he would have been able to convince her eventually. “I can’t come here and expect you to what?” he questioned. “To kiss you? Pleasure you? Reclaim something that you’ve deprived us
for so long?”
“I did it for both of us! I wanted you…you to be happy. That’s all.”
What?
As soon as she said the words, he could tell she wanted to call them back. Her eyes wide, she shook her head. “Never mind…I don’t know why I…”
Too late. “You did it for both of us? Like you were doing me some kind of favor?
That’s why you left me, Sarah?”
Because that’s what this was about, he realized. Not about income brackets or
country clubs or trash talk, but about some lame-ass belief that she wasn’t good enough for him. And her certainty Luke would leave her someday because of it.
So she’d left him first.
She confirmed it every time she called herself Sure-Thing-Sarah. Every time her
body trembled for his and she fought it so desperately.
How could he have missed something that was so obvious to him now?
Her mouth tightened mutinously. “Look, I told you before, I was in love with Ri—”
He kissed her hard rather than hear those words come from lips again. Unlike her
physical response to him, deception came far too easily to her when she hoped to protect her heart.
He kissed her with a hot open mouth and relentless probing tongue, and he made sure that his fingers stayed busy the entire time, too. Shoving his hand inside the waistband of her sweats, he groaned like a man being tortured when he found her slick and weeping for him. Mercilessly, he worked two thick fingers into her, grimacing at her tightness, reveling in the way her hot walls immediately clenched down on him.
Throwing her head back, she wailed out her pleasure, and her knees buckled as an orgasm shook her. Stunned by her sudden release, he hooked his other arm around her waist and held her up, working her with his fingers and drawing out every last drop of pleasure until she was practically boneless. As she hung in his hold, he withdrew his hand from her sweats and raised it to his face. He licked her juice off his fingers with slow, leisurely swipes of his tongue while her eyes followed his movements. When he was done, he swept her up in his arms and stared down at her.
“Don’t you ever say those words to me again, Sarah, or I swear to you I’ll spank your bottom until your ass is red, and then I’ll make you come until you beg me for mercy.” He hiked her up closer to his chest and took her mouth again before planting a tender kiss on her temple. “In fact, that’s sounding like a mighty fine idea. Too good to pass up. We should’ve been doing those things this whole time. So brace yourself, baby. ‘Cause like I said, we’re just getting started.”
Bio:
Ava Meyers is a former criminal prosecutor who enjoys exploring the light and dark sides of humanity. Her erotic romance novels are steamy but also infused with that most essential element of life — love. Her popular Red-Hot Cops series, including the novella Copping To It, is available at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and other e-book retailers. You can find more about Ava Meyers at www.avameyers.com.
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