“Jesus,” he growled.
Moving together, Hank drove into Arissa as she pushed against his thrusts. Their heavy breaths mixed with the cracks of thunder that rattled the house. The rain coming down in sheets as Hank and Arissa took what they needed from each other. Arissa pushed off the wall. Hank held her firmly as he stumbled back. Her arms went tightly around his shoulders, her legs locked at his waist, holding on as they dove into each other’s mouth again. Hank moved them just a few steps to the kitchen table.
He dropped her ass on it before he broke the kiss. Arissa never took her eyes from his when she lowered herself back onto the table, her legs spreading wider, her chest rising and falling in deep breaths. Hank took the second to appreciate the beauty laid out before him. And when he realized he could stand there for a lifetime and never get his fill, he moved, his hips jerking, driving deep into her.
A harsh moan ripped from her throat as she met his thrusts. Her pussy grew tight around Hank’s cock right before her back arched off the table and she came, Hank’s name falling from her lips when she did. Watching Arissa ride the wave of ecstasy caused Hank to push deep and hard into her body without abandon before letting go himself. His body falling forward, his hand beside her head catching his weight, he groaned through his release.
Once their breathing turned to normal, Hank moved, Arissa bit back the disappointment feeling him pull out of her; her pussy pulsed at the emptiness. That had been the most incredible orgasm of her life, but she felt the ache, the need stir again. Those feelings didn’t ease staring at the sheriff, naked, cock covered in her juices. “You’re a sight, Sheriff.”
His eyes roamed over her body, his lips tipped up on the side when he uttered, “And you, Miss Haywood, are more than just a sight.” He winked then sobered from the sexual high when he asked, “I’m assuming since you didn’t stop me, you’re on the pill?”
“Yes,” she said, pulling her lip between her teeth because, God, he was beautiful.
“Just want it noted I don’t go around sticking my cock in women without protection.” He informed her, hoping she understood the significance of what he was saying.
Her eyes moved to that cock and her clit pulsed before her gaze lifted to his. “I don’t go around letting men stick their cocks in me without protection,” she teased, then added, “I’m not sorry you did.”
Hank’s lips tipped up slowly in a grin. Moving into her, he leaned over her laxed form, kissed her puffy lips before he wrapped his arms around her and tossed her up and over his shoulder. Her laugh rang in the silence. Hank took steady steps toward the stairs with a smile on his face, then moved up them listening to a giggling Arissa. He reached the top and stopped.
Arissa threw an arm out, pointed down the hall and said on a chuckle, “That one.”
Once they crossed the threshold of her bedroom, Hank brought them to the edge of the bed where he easily tossed Arissa onto it. When she saw him climbing in, she pulled the bedspread down, tucking herself inside, leaving him an open invitation as she held it up. He slid in, tucked her to his side and laid a kiss to her forehead when she snuggled up next to him.
Her eyes met his, there was humor when she said, “You start taking all your suspects into custody like that and there’s going to be a crime wave in Summerville.”
Hank chuckled and teased, “Are you confessing that I should suspect you of a crime?”
Her eyes turned dark. “I’ve had some thoughts about you that I’m sure violate some kind of laws on public displays,” she said jokingly.
Hank’s voice grew low and deep when he said, “If you share those thoughts, I promise to give you a thorough body search.”
She felt those words. “Oh dear God,” she moaned. “Not sure I’d survive that tonight, but that’s definitely a rain check I’m cashing in.” She turned into him and asked, “Why the sheriff?”
Hank grinned down at her and touched his lips to hers before he settled in and answered her question. “Living in a small town you don’t see much. But as a kid, I remember seeing the sheriff walking the streets and how everyone took to him. Then I grew up and that hero worship faded and I was hit with just the people in the town, wanting to protect them. Then I got elected and, fuck, I wish I knew about all the headaches this town would give me.” He finished on a chuckle.
“And you love every second. These people adore you. And from my own experience, you coming to my aid that first day, I understand why.”
“I wouldn’t go as far as saying every second.” Hank laughed. “But yeah, I love my job. Pussy, chickens and all.”
Arissa laughed at the reference, even as she grew warm because she had wondered how it’d feel to have the sheriff doing a little pussy wrangling with her. Her imagination hadn’t come close.
Hank felt the shake of Arissa’s body next to him. He liked it. Liked it a fucking lot. It felt good, not just her laughter but having her against him. “Heard you took off to Charleston, had to handle some work shit, you get it settled?”
Something warm moved through Arissa realizing it was the first time someone, outside of those she worked with, had asked her about work. “I did. My stager is high maintenance, but she’s amazing. Speaking of, I won’t be using Danielle for your spread. Your place doesn’t need it, but I am going to start taking pictures to send to Dmitri, if that’s okay with you.”
Hank didn’t even have to give it a thought before he said, “I’ll get you a key, you can come and
