Unleashed

Unleashed
Lori Borrill

Unrepentant, unabashed and unleashed!Fashion designer Jessie has some bad habits when it comes to men. So she’s going to boost her sexual karma – by indulging in an extra-naughty, one-night seduction. Detective Rick is the perfect candidate. Until Jessie becomes implicated in the case he’s working on. Now she holds the key to finding missing evidence.And if spending time together gives them the chance to unleash their voracious appetite for each other, then they’ll be certain to enjoy every sensual minute… Yet could the chase turn their instant attraction into longer lasting passion?

“You’re torturing me…”

It was time to take control of the situation. But when Rick turned to face Jessie, he found her standing there unabashedly naked, her slim hands on those curvy hips, and his control slid through his veins in a snapping trail of sparks.

Double damn, she was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. And with every moment of their last encounter replaying in his mind like a forbidden sex video, he doubted he would get through this night without sinking into her body one more time. Maybe three. “You see, Sheriff, what you’ve been doing is torturing me with that sour mood all day. Now it seems as if I’m going to have to put up with it for another day or two.”

Tossing condoms onto the bed like a little pile of promises, she casually crossed the room and flicked on the light.

“Personally,” she went on, “the only time I happen to like you is when I’ve got my legs wrapped around your waist. So if I’ve got to deal with you all day, the least you can do is pleasure me at night…”

Unleashed

By

Lori Borrill

www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)

Dear Reader

What is it about a wounded hero that makes us love him so much? Maybe it’s the nurturer in us that makes us yearn to fix what’s broken. Or maybe we simply love a challenge. Whatever the reason, there’s something inherently intriguing about a man in need of emotional rescue and that one special woman who brings him hope.

When Rick Marshall sets his sights on Jessica Beane, he feels he’s not capable of giving more than a one-night stand. But when circumstances push them together for an extended weekend, she manages to show him he’s got plenty of living still to do.

I hope you have as much fun reading the story as I did writing it. Please drop me a note and tell me what you think of it. You can contact me through my website at www.LoriBorrill.com.

Happy reading!

Lori Borrill

An Oregon native, Lori Borrill moved to the Bay Area of San Francisco just out of high school and has been a transplanted Californian ever since. Her weekdays are spent at the insurance company where’s she’s been employed for over twenty years, and she credits her writing career to the unending help and support she receives from her husband and real-life hero. When not sitting in front of a computer, she can usually be found at the Little League baseball fields playing proud parent to their son. She’d love to hear from readers and can be reached through her website at www.LoriBorrill.com.

For Al and Tommy

Chapter One

“So, SHERIFF, shall I spread ’em?”

Rick Marshall grasped the hips of the fiery redhead who had splayed her hands against the bedroom wall of his San Francisco flat.

“I’m thinking you should probably frisk me,” she added, tossing a sinful wink over her shoulder and wiggling her bottom against his waist. “I could have something dangerous under my skirt.”

He leaned in, pressing his lips close to the silky curls at her nape and whispered, “I’m counting on it.”

She chuckled and he caught a whiff of something sweet. Peaches or strawberries. Or maybe it was the cherry she’d been sucking on back at the bar. The one she’d teased him with from across the room, trailing her tongue around the slick, red orb while sending him a look that said she’d prefer it if the cherry were his cock.

Rick normally wasn’t such an easy mark, but between a crap day on the force and a couple condoms growing dust in his wallet, he decided not to play his usual game of not-interested. He’d found a spicy little Texan with her heart set on partying. Tonight was a night to do something he hadn’t done in a long, long time.

Have some fun.

She brushed her ass against his crotch and his jeans strained against a cock that wanted to take this way too fast.

“Easy, Jess,” he whispered into her ear. “This dick you’re teasing hasn’t seen much action lately.” He slid his hands down her hips and held her steady. “I’d hate for this night to end before it gets started.”

She spun around and pressed her back to the wall, the toying look in her eyes darkening to something serious while her hands went to work on his belt. “Right. I’m supposed to believe a tall, handsome man in uniform doesn’t get any action?” She curved her mouth just short of a smile. “Don’t let the drawl mistake me for stupid.”

Oh, Jessica Beane most definitely wasn’t stupid. He wouldn’t have brought her home if she was. Despite the turned-up freckled nose and occasional girlish grin, the woman at work on his pants had eyes of experience, though what kind he wasn’t sure. He only knew she wasn’t naive or foolish, and for tonight, that’s all he needed.

“Believe whatever turns you on,” he said before covering her mouth with his.

Cupping her cheek with his hand, he dug in and feasted on the petite little beauty. She tasted like honey, felt like pure heaven and the surge to his pulse told him he needed this encounter more than he’d realized. Too much lately, he’d wrapped himself up in the job, every waking moment, every rampant thought devoted to getting creeps off the street. Since Nat’s death, catching bad guys had gone from a job to an obsession he couldn’t overcome, even though he knew that for every punk he brought in a dozen more were lined up after. It was a never-ending battle—he knew that—but it didn’t stop the gnawing in his gut that kept him going. Working homicide, he’d seen too many of those blank stares, the eyes of the dead, silently begging him to catch one more.

And you caught them all too late, didn’t you, pal?

He sucked in a heavy breath, inhaling the spicy fragrance of Jessie’s hair, breathing deeply to extinguish the haunting voice. Sliding his hands toward her breasts, he needed to touch and absorb something living, something soft, vital and whole. He needed this escape, this heated rush of blood through his veins to remind himself that he was still among the living, that there was still pleasure to be found in this sometimes dark world. And before this night was over, he intended to find lots of it. He hadn’t walked into Scotty’s looking for sex, but he’d found it in this red-hot cowgirl. And as she won the battle with his belt and went to work on his fly, he thanked Jessica Beane and her sinful cherries. A one-night stand was exactly what the doctor ordered.

With increased fury, she unfastened the buttons on his 501’s while their mouths licked and sucked.

Wondering why the rush, he came up for breath. “You in a hurry to get somewhere?”

“Yeah. In your pants.”

He kissed a path to her ear. “I mean after that.” Grasping her left hand, he jiggled her ring finger. “You don’t need to get home to someone, do you?”

He could sense the roll of her eyes in her voice. “No ring. No husband.” Then she huffed and added, “No boyfriend, no partner, no significant other. Not even a crush on a movie star.”

“Good,” he said. “Because I’d like to keep you for a while.” Tasting the base of her neck, he slipped a hand up under her black, sleeveless T-shirt and grabbed hold of a breast covered in something silky. A hard nipple topped the mound, and when he brushed his thumb over the smooth nub, her soft moan vibrated against his lips.

“This is nice,” he said, sliding his spare hand up her shirt to toy with the other mound. He circled his palms over her nipples where they tickled his skin and sent sparks through his veins.

Her hands tugged at his jeans, the brush of her fingers against his length hardening an already threatening erection. He’d gone too long without the taste of a woman, erroneously thinking that a quick jerk-off in the shower could replace this feeling of flesh against flesh. Her mere touch was enough to send him careening toward the edge. So when she released his goods and took his hard, naked shaft in her hand, he quickly grabbed her forearms and pulled away.

“Babe, I wasn’t joking. You’re playing with a man overdue.” Guiding her hands around his waist instead, he trailed his tongue against her earlobe. “I’d like this evening to last a while.”

She responded by sliding to her knees. “Then we should take the edge off.”

Every nerve in his body went on alert when those soft, wet lips touched his cock and cloaked him in slick warmth. The blood in his brain rushed south, stiffening his shaft until it throbbed.

“Babe, don’t,” he attempted, trying to pull from her mouth, when she relented, grabbing his ass and running her smooth tongue all the way from tip to base.

“Relax and go with it,” she urged, but the anxious beauty didn’t know what she was dealing with. She probably thought she’d come home with a regular guy. Someone who had real, live sex on a regular basis and who could shoot his wad and bounce back sometime before dawn for a few more rounds.

And on another day he would have been that man.

But he’d had too many sleepless nights, and the sensations boiling through him had been too long coming. He was overheating, the climax threatening to hit with such force he’d be spent for sure.