Cops 02 - Love on the Run by Kori Roberts Read Free Book Online Page A

he would ever have guessed, and she was sexier than any woman had a right to be.
    When he saw her standing there, almost mesmerized as she stared at those photos, her face flushed and filled with need, her body so turned on she practically trembled, Tony also realized that there was no way in hell he wasn’t going to have her.
    He was reminded again of Bianca’s reaction to the sex toys at Jack and Clarke’s house.
    He would never forget the look of yearning on her face that day, so similar to the one she wore right now. Tony understood the cravings he saw burning in her eyes, had seen them too many times before not to recognize a woman with submissive desires when he saw one.
    Even if she didn’t know she possessed such desires.
    Even more than her physical beauty, it was that quality that attracted Tony to her.
    That submissive desire called out to his dominant nature, and it drew him to her more strongly than even the most potent aphrodisiac.
    Hell, even her voice had the ability to make him hard. The unmistakable sound of her slight Latin accent always reminded him of tropical islands, sandy beaches, and warm breezes. Bianca was what fantasies were made of, and she’d definitely been the star of every one of his fantasies of late.
    Now that he’d finally gotten a taste of what he’d craved all this time, it was so much better than he’d ever imagined. He could hardly wait, could barely keep his hands off of her.
    Tony leaned down, and his mouth covered hers, the kiss hard and deep. “Bedroom. Now,” he growled against Bianca’s lips. Her green-eyed gaze met his, and she nodded slowly as he carried her down the hall toward his bedroom. Once they were inside his room, Tony finally put her down. He saw her slowly opening her eyes, trying to focus on her surroundings. It didn’t take long before he noticed her focus was fixated on something across the room. He looked in the same direction.
    “It’s called a love seat,” he whispered in her ear as he led her over to the piece of furniture that looked like a cross between a chair and a weight bench and was large enough to accommodate two people at once. “It’s one of my favorite toys. I can’t wait to show you the things we can do on it.”
    Finally, he gave in to the need to touch, to feel, to hold. His mouth immediately found hers again; his lips, teeth, and tongue ravaged her. For a man who prided himself on his ability to stay in control — especially with women — Tony knew that his self-control was practically nonexistent when it came to this particular woman. He felt so desperate, so out of control for her, he knew he could never get enough, never be satisfied until he’d completely consumed, possessed, and owned her.
    His urgency to be with her, to be in her, was so excessive, so intense, and so extreme, it was frightening. He was teetering on the brink of totally losing it, throwing her to the floor, ripping off her clothes, and rutting into her like a wild animal.
    He finally managed to separate from her and place some distance between them by sheer willpower. Tony closed his eyes as he tried to regain some of his self-control. He’d wished for this moment more times since he’d met her than he cared to admit. And now that it was actually happening, he refused to rush, refused to race. He was determined to take it slow, make it last — even if it fucking killed him.
    When he opened his eyes again, his hand reached out to caress her face; his thumb slid across her swollen lips.
    “Take these off. Slowly.” His hand trailed down her body. “I want to see what I’ve dreamed about all these months.”
    He saw Bianca tremble. Her green eyes hungry and needy, she began removing her clothes agonizingly, painfully, torturously slow, and revealed herself inch by breathtaking inch.
    By the time the last article of clothing hit the floor, Tony’s cock was like a steel pipe in his sweatpants. The sight of her standing before him, looking so