Destin gave her a loaded look, one she couldn’t miss, even in her present condition. “Yeah, we can follow orders.” He rested his hand on her lap. “But we’re better at giving them. Orders you’d love to obey.”
He’d confused her, but that was all right. Confusion would help break down the hard wall she’d built up.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. You can’t give me any orders.”
“Destin. It’s too soon, man.”
“My brother’s worried that I’m talking out of turn.”
She puffed out a quick breath. “And I still don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Don’t worry about it. For now anyway.”
“How about we take you home?” Paul held up his hands as she scowled at him yet again. “I mean your home. Not our hotel rooms. You’re in no condition to drive. As an officer of the law, you can’t risk getting pulled over while under the influence.”
She bit her bottom lip and Destin had to hold back from crushing his mouth against hers. Damn, but she was beautiful. The simple T-shirt and jeans she wore under her opened coat weren’t revealing, but they were a major improvement over the police uniform. Her full breasts pushed at the material, giving him a good idea of how those melons would look once they were released from the bra’s confines. Her stomach was flat and her arms boasted the right amount of muscle. All that sexiness was topped off with a splay of freckles across her nose.
“Come on, Georgia. You know we’re right.”
She opened her mouth, most likely to argue, then shut it. Emotions flickered across her face until at last she came to a decision. “Maybe. If you promise not to try and come inside.”
“Well, I am only a man, you know.” Destin hadn’t dared to hope she’d let them inside, but now that she’d mentioned it, he couldn’t help but think about doing exactly that. “But I won’t come in if you don’t want me to.”
“Can I trust you?” She eyed him suspiciously.
“More than anyone you’ve ever known.”
“That’s weird.”
“What’s weird?”
“I believe you.” She pointed a finger at him, touching the tip of his nose. Narrowing her eyes, she studied her finger, then his nose as though they were signs of alien possession. “Why do I feel funny when I touch you?”
He ignored Paul’s chuckle. “Funny? Like maybe horny?”
Her eyes grew wide. “Is that it? I’m not sure. It’s been too long. Yeah, maybe.” She laughed again, but the sound was lighter than before. “God help me, I think I’m horny. Either that, or I’m really drunk.”
She was indeed tipsy, but she’d intoxicated him, not only with her beauty, but with her wit. “Why don’t you find out for sure?”
“What do you mean? How?”
He leaned in, pressing against her. She inhaled, but didn’t move away. Her breasts pushed against his chest as she placed a palm there, but didn’t push him off her. Putting his mouth close to her ear, he whispered, “Give yourself to us. Give up the control. Let us take charge. You know you want to. I’ll bet you’ve fantasized about letting a man, letting men, tell you what to do.”
“Take it easy. She’s in no position to give consent,” warned Paul.
Yet Destin would’ve sworn that the breath she let out was filled with relief. In the next instant, however, she pushed him back.
“Fuck you.”
“That’s exactly what I’m talking about. I don’t suppose you have handcuffs at home, do you?”
“Destin. Back off.”
“What the fuck? Handcuffs? Of course, I have handcuffs. I’m a cop.” She giggled. “Is that it? You like to get kinky?”
“I like to treat a woman the way she’s dreamed of.” He brushed the back of her hair and felt her tremble. “Let me treat you that way, sugar. Say the word and give yourself the right to feel free. Really free for the first time.”
She pushed against him again, both hands flat against his chest. And yet, he noticed the slight hesitation that came before the shove.
“Stop it, Georgia. Don’t fight what you know you want. What you know you need.” He leaned closer still, close enough to see the throb of her pulse in the vein in her neck. “You want a man to take control. A man who’ll show you what it’s like to want to grant his every wish. Say the word and you can have two men who’ll give you that.”
Her breathing grew harsh, quickened with her growing need. If he pushed his hand between her legs, he’d feel the wet warmth oozing from her pussy.