Guarding Light by Cate Mckoy

the edge of the table, using his thighs to part her legs so he could stand between hers.
       She futilely tried to pull her wrists from his grasp and kicked out as he stood between her legs. Jack put more of his upper body weight on her, stilling most of her struggles.
       She lay beneath him, breathing heavily, hair wild, eyes flashing brown daggers at him. "Chief Gard, get off me right now!" She didn't shout but her voice carried a threat.
       Jack also breathing heavy, his chest against her breasts, put his free hand at her waist, started to un-tuck her shirt from her pants, "Or what, Agent Lyte?"
       Her FBI façade started to crumble, lips trembling and tears in her eyes. She whispered. "Get off me".
       Jack looked deeply into her eyes. She had almost sounded like the sweet Catlyn he once knew. But he made himself ignore his response to her plea. He needed to prove she couldn't handle going up against a crazed killer who was killing people who just happen to look like her.
       "Is that all you got, agent? Think that will work with the killer, maybe add a please?"
       She gave a frustrated shout and renewed her struggle. Jack held her wrists tightly. The more she struggled the tighter his hold. Jack knew she was getting angry. He smiled, hoping she would forgive him later, after she gave up this crazy undercover idea, he teased, "Oh, yes. Move just like that babe. It's turning me on. F.Y.I that is not my gun and I am very happy to see you!"
       Her eyes widen at his teasing remarks. She went still and their gazes connected. Her eyes went to half-mast when she felt his erection against her. Of its own volition his free hand went to her face. His finger stroked her cheek. "My God, Catlyn, you are still so beautiful. You've barely aged. You really could pass for twenty-something." But not in his city!
       She turned her face away. He brought it back gently. "These deep brown eyes I used to drown in, these ridiculously long, thick eyelashes. And, heaven help me these lips and this mouth." His finger lightly stroked each of her attributes as he mentioned them. His finger glided slowly back and forth her bottom lip before tracing both over and over. "This mouth and these lips used to drive me crazy, especially after I got a taste of them, so perfectly shaped, bow top lip, full bottom lip." He moaned and lowered his mouth to hers.
       He just barely touched his mouth to hers then pulling back. He waited to see her reaction. When she relaxed completely and her eyes fluttered closed, Jack moaned again and took her mouth in a real kiss. He rubbed their lips together building that old familiar heat. It ignited. He slid the tip of his tongue across her lip seam. She gasped and opened for him. Jack shot his tongue home. And it did feel like coming home. He tasted her like a starving man. And when she greedily tasted him back, and groaned, Jack's cock pushed against his fly.
       Catlyn moved her leg, positioning it against his erection, rubbing it with her thigh, easing some of his ache. Jack quickly opened the buttons on her shirt pulling one side open, exposing her lace bra. He made quick work of the front fastener. His desire to see how she changed was the only thing that could have ended their kiss for him.
       Her breasts were even bigger, but still sexily shaped and wonderfully up-tilted. Her nipple was larger and seemed darker than he remembered. But, it was still so responsive. He watched in amazement as it grew hard and pebbled at his teasing manipulation.
       Catlyn's back arched off the table. Her sexy sighs had him grinding his dick insistently against her leg as he took the nipple in his mouth, sucking hard in time with his thrusts against her.
       Catlyn moaned. "J-jack, Jack. Oh, Jack!" Gone was the formal address of 'chief' in that dead tone. "Jack?" Her voice held a question.
       Reluctantly he left the feast of her breast. He lifted and looked into her face. "Yes, Kitten?"