...He felt like he was under some kind of spell controlling his actions. He shook his head. It didn’t help. All he knew was that he had to take her. This minute. He had wasted too much time.

“Mine,” he said. His arms went around her waist and pulled her flush against him. Her hands splayed against his chest. It didn’t matter whether she wanted this or not. Part of him, the part that considered himself an officer and gentlemen was saying he should stop, back away, give her a chance to say no.

A stronger, darker and more dangerous part was in charge and didn’t want her to have any control.

“Bo?” Her hands were against his chest.

He took a deep breath, like he was about to go under the surface of the Nolichucky for one last time. It cleared the fog of desire from his brain long enough for him to realize the look in her eyes wasn’t fear but concern. Then passion clouded his gaze once more. All chains were loosed. He pulled her tighter against him, her breasts crushed against his chest, her pelvis aligned perfectly with his cock, which was demanding he make her his in the only way that mattered.

When she felt his need pressing against her, she relaxed a little.

“Bo.” This time his name was a statement of acceptance.

He wanted to be gentle. It wasn’t possible. He lowered his mouth to hers and took lips in a kiss he felt he’d waited for forever. They had been friends most of their lives, but this had nothing to do with friendship. He took and took some more. She gave everything he asked for and more.

Her lips tasted sweet and moist. His tongue thrust through them and when hers tangled with it, Bo moaned his need aloud. He never remembered being so hungry and needy for a woman before. His hands couldn’t stay still. They roamed over her waist and up to her pinup worthy breasts. When he trailed a finger over her nipple, he could tell she was aroused, too, even through her bra and t-shirt.

Though part of him wanted to linger there, to feel the weight of her bare breasts spilling out of his hands, the other, wilder part urged to grab for more. Since self-control seemed to be lost in the fog of heady desire, his hands slid down her sides and back and reached her butt.

It had been tantalizing him for years. He’d heard some of the older women in town call it “baby hips.” All he knew was that suddenly he wanted nothing more than to bend her over on his desk and pump his nine inches into her pussy, then pull out just in time to shoot his load all over her creamy ass.

He felt his cock swell until he was certain he was going to rip open the zipper of his uniform shorts.

All the while her body was clinging to his, his lips were marauding hers. She tasted of peppermint undoubtedly from the mints she always kept in a colorful jar on her desk. The taste spurred his hunger for more. His hands cupped her bottom and lifted her so he didn’t have to bend his head to kiss her. She gasped and her mouth opened wider, giving him a chance he grabbed with gusto. His tongue swept into her mouth, tangling with hers and taking everything she was offering.

His hands were clenching and unclenching on her butt cheeks and it was the most heavenly thing he’d ever felt, except for the way her pelvis was rubbing against the hardened ridge of his cock.

Some dim part of his mind told him that he had to stop. At least long enough to get them out of the front of the police station, where anyone on the street could walk in on them.

The other part didn’t give a damn. He wanted to strip her naked so his eyes could see and devour every inch of her. Then he wanted to bend down and worship her pussy with his mouth.

No sooner did he have the thought than he was putting it into action. He was down on his knees. He unsnapped and unzipped her jeans shorts and pulled them down onto her thighs. Her panties quickly followed.

“Bo?” her voice was rising, but then ended on a gasp as he stuck his face into her muff.

God, he’d never smelled anything better in his life. He moved his face back and forth. He felt her legs tremble, and he smiled. He spread her lips with two fingers and then traced around the edges of her pussy with his tongue. She was starting to respond, her moisture just beginning to make its presence known.