Only the sound of Joey's and my breathing and the rapid pounding of our hearts could be heard in the darkness. Joey had turned the light off and just a glimmer of moonlight shown through the window to our right. His eyes captured mine in an intense gaze and I was frozen. I couldn't look away. Streaks of ocean blue and turquoise melted together to create a bold color I'd not yet had the pleasure of getting lost in. His forearms rested on either side of my head, propping himself up. Our position wasn't the most comfortable. He still had one leg hanging off the bed and I felt slightly squished under the weight of his body. As if he could hear my thoughts, Joey repositioned himself, making us both more comfortable, and my legs parted just enough for him to lie between.

"What am I doing?" The words finally left my mouth.

It was a belated response but he didn't care. Even in the dim light, I was sure he could see the blush consuming my face. I watched Joey's eyes as their focus briefly moved to my mouth. His lips parted and I thought he was going to kiss me, but he didn't. Was he dragging it out on purpose, or did he not really want to kiss me?

His right hand twirled strands of my hair between his fingers, his eyes meeting mine again in a paralyzing stare. My breath hitched and what felt like a sudden cold breeze moved through me.

"You're teasing me," he accused.

I started to disagree. I hadn't been initially, but I'd allowed myself to get wrapped up in the moment, I suppose. I'd caved to temptation.

The feeling of his soft dark hair brushing against my forehead made me want to reach up and run my hand through it.

"Am I?" I asked in an alluring tone.

Joey's lips pursed before forming a smile. A smile that could make any woman weak.

"You realize how wrong this is, right?" He cocked an eyebrow, amused.

I knew he was right, but I was focused on brushing that thought to the back of my mind for now. All I could think about – all I wanted to think about - was him. Touching him. Kissing him. Feeling him. Just him.

I boldly snaked my hand between his chest and mine. He raised up a bit, giving me room and watching my actions intently. I courageously placed my hand at the top of my torso, softly grabbing ahold of the fastened button. Staring into Joey's smoldering eyes, I fiddled with the button for a few seconds, undoing it and moving down to the next one. I stared confidently at him, holding his gaze, though my actions were shaky with nerves. He captured my hand in his as I finished unbuttoning the second, halting my movements.

"Jess..." he trailed off with a soft sigh.

I could hear my pulse hammering wildly, waiting for him to speak again. I lightly massaged the back of his hand with my thumb. His lips parted again and his breathing became more labored. I gazed at him in lust, noticing his tongue swipe across his lower lip. A knot had formed in my stomach. A pit of desire and aching need. I craved his kiss again. But I longed for more than that. So much more.

"Joey," I breathed, relaxing deeper into the pillows.

An abundance of potential statements flooded my mind, my emotions on edge and my hormones struggling to override my composure. My free hand lifted to his face, my fingertips brushing over his peppered jawline and lowering to grasp his shirt. He sharply sucked in a breath when he felt me undo the first button. My confidence rose when he didn't stop me. I moved on to the next two buttons, opening up his shirt more and more until I had a stellar view of his chest. Our stomachs pressed together prevented me from opening the rest of his shirt. Joey seemed to read my mind, pushing himself off of me to sit up. My legs were still parted with him sitting between them, and the realization of how close our bodies were sent a shiver down my spine.

Joey pulled me up into a sitting position. Once he released my hands, I went back to work on his shirt, undoing the final three buttons, exposing his toned stomach. My eyes had adjusted to the moonlit darkness and I could feel my mouth watering at the sight of the handsome police officer in front of me. Though, in a way, I felt like I was in the middle of a Broadway stage with everyone judging my actions, I also felt empowered knowing Joey couldn't take his eyes off of me. I lowered my hands to the few buttons still fastened on my own shirt and slowly begun to undo them in my best attempt to tease. I could tell he was getting anxious, not enjoying the wait, but I wanted to take this slow. I wanted to enjoy it while it lasted.

Before I could finish, he leaned in close, one hand caressing my cheek while the other finished unbuttoning my shirt for me. His sapphire eyes peered into my green ones with a lust I hadn't seen from any man before. I reached up to push his shirt off his broad shoulders, the thin material easily sliding down his arms. He tossed the garment onto the floor and proceeded to slowly remove my shirt, my heartbeat escalating with every second that ticked by. I wore nothing underneath my shirt. The air against my bare skin sent another chill sweeping over my body. My heart felt like it was going to beat right out of my ribcage when Joey's gaze dropped to my chest. His tongue darted out of his mouth a second time, wetting his lips in a seductive flick. The butterflies in my stomach were losing their minds, breaking out the fucking piñata and dancing wildly.

Joey gently pushed me back, my body comfortably hitting the pillows once again as he laid down on top of me, his hair falling forward. A rush of desire raced through me when my wish to be kissed by him again was finally granted. My eyelids fluttered closed, his lips passionately melding with mine, sending heat through both of our bodies. I moaned at the feeling of his teeth grazing over my bottom lip, softly biting it. He deepened the kiss, pressing his mouth harder against mine. My face felt hot. My whole body felt hot with a quickly expanding blush. Joey pressed his lower half firmly against mine, making sure I could feel the hard length in his jeans. I ignored my inhibitions and courageously spread my legs wider, wrapping them around his waist tightly, tugging him closer - as if he could get any closer.

Joey moaned into our kiss. That one simple sound may have been the sexiest thing I'd ever heard. He groaned, grinding himself against me, earning another moan from me. My lips parted as the pleasured sound escaped. He took the opportunity to slip his tongue inside my mouth. It had been so long since the last man had done that, the action felt foreign, completely unfamiliar. At the same time, however, I was losing control, my composure dissipating as the lust took over. I kissed him back urgently when his tongue retreated.

Joey's mouth left mine, a whimper leaving my lips. I gripped his bicep in need while he lowered his head to my neck. He nipped at my earlobe and begun sliding a hand up my side, raising goosebumps on every inch of skin he touched. His lips connected with my neck, kissing a hot trail over my skin, nipping lightly until he reached my collarbone. He softly sucked on my collarbone as his hand made its way to one of my breasts, his thumb sliding back and forth and in a circular motion around my nipple.

Joey begun to kiss down my chest and I arched my back in response. His mouth connected with my other nipple and I raised a hand to the back of his head, tugging at his hair while he unraveled my emotions, successfully setting my hormones ablaze.

My breathing became shaky and uneven. He ground the impressively hard bulge in his jeans against my core, eliciting a high-pitched moan from my lips that the guests in the next room probably heard and mistook for a scream.

"You're driving me crazy," Joey groaned, kissing down my stomach to my hips, nipping at my hipbones.

The feeling of his hot breath on my skin was enough to drive anyone up the wall. I was surprised at how comfortable I felt in the position he had me. I'd been so sure I would be nervous throughout the entire thing, but I was much more relaxed than expected.

My fingers tangled in his soft hair and he moved his hands to my hips, curling his fingers inside the elastic band of my panties. I raised up off the mattress, allowing him to pull my underwear down my thighs.

Cool air teased me as Joey dragged my panties over my knees and down my legs. He placed an open-mouthed kiss on my calf and discarded the last article of my clothing. I watched him kiss back up my other leg, my skin feeling tingly in every spot that his lips touched. He softly bit my inner thigh, moving closer to the place I needed him most.

The smirk on his handsome face told me he was anything but innocent, and probably very experienced in it. He lowered his mouth between my legs and I shuddered, beginning to pant when I felt his warm, wet tongue flick my sensitive skin before licking a long, slow line, dipping the tip of his tongue inside me and moaning when he tasted me. I let out a noise in complaint when his mouth left me.

Joey stood up, eyes locking with mine in an intense, passionate stare while his hands moved to the top of his jeans. The bulge in his pants had grown more predominant and was blatantly straining against his zipper.

I watched, mesmerized, as he unbuckled his belt. I sat up, reaching out to hook my fingers in his belt loops and tug him toward me. He never broke eye contact even to see my hands unbutton his jeans and slowly drag his zipper down. The sexy grunt escaping his mouth, along with the sight of him swallowing hard, told me how relieved he was to not be restrained by his jeans anymore. Joey took the lead again, pushing his jeans and boxers down his legs. He kicked them aside, pushing me back down and climbing on top of me.

His mouth met mine again in a blazing kiss. My legs wrapped around his waist again and I could feel him at my entrance. Usually, I never would've been so quick to jump in bed with a man. I'd just met him a few days prior, but there was something so sincere and welcoming about Joey. Something safe.

Safe. I'd not felt that with a man before. It felt... amazing.

I trusted him not to hurt me or take advantage of me. I'd never trusted any man this way. They'd always disappointed me, so I'd always expected what I was used to. I'd always assumed I'd never find a man who made me feel as relaxed and secure as Joey was making me feel.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Joey mumbled against my lips. "We don't have to if you don't want to."

I didn't have to think about it. I was one hundred percent sure. Another first.

Maybe it was the fact that he'd saved my life - more than once - in just a few days. Maybe it was the way he flashed that breathtaking smile and made my knees - and the rest of my body - tremendously weak. Maybe it was how he pissed me off and made me happy all at the same time. Or maybe it was how safe I felt in his arms. I didn't know. All I could think about was how captivated I was by him, and how good he made me feel. Even if I wanted to, I probably couldn't have controlled the nagging desire in my body.

I slowly nodded, taking in a deep, ragged breath. I felt tears try to well up at his words. No one had ever given me a choice or stopped to make sure before. No one had cared. They always assumed I was okay with anything they wanted, just like I always assumed that those kinds of men were the best I'd ever have.

I studied his face while he searched my eyes for additional confirmation. Specks of dark brown dotted his strong jawline, his stubble feeling predominantly soft beneath my fingertips. His sweeping eyelashes were somewhat longer than I'd originally thought, having not had the opportunity to analyze his facial features in depth before that moment.

"I guess we're making a habit of breaking rules and crossing lines," he chuckled quietly, placing a soft kiss on my cheek.

He wasn't wrong. Basically everything he'd done with me had been against department rules and regulations. Sure, there was no law saying we couldn't have feelings for each other or go to bed together if circumstances were normal. Until the situation became normal though, I figured we were breaking some type of rule. I hoped the Boston Police Department would go easy on Joey when we got back to town. And I really hoped Joey would stick to his word and "forget" to mention our romantic endeavors to them.

"I'm not complaining," I sighed with a smile, slowly sliding my hand up and down his bicep.

His muscles felt tense and I wanted to help him relax. I raised up to reconnect our lips and moved my hand to his hair, running my fingers through the wavy strands. My actions earned a quiet moan from him. It wasn't enough, though - for him or for me. I craved hearing him moan more, louder.

"Neither am I," he muttered against my lips.

He continued to kiss my lips, then moving to my cheek, trailing across my jaw, and moving down to my neck again.

One hand in his hair and the other on his shoulder, I begun to drag my nails down his back, moans and gasps leaving my mouth as I felt him begin to enter me. I hadn't anticipated him being so well-endowed.

Joey groaned in my ear, his breath tickling my skin. The bed started to make a creaking noise, sounding off with his every reentry. I wouldn't have been surprised if the person in the next room had banged on the wall and told us to shut up. With our moans and groans becoming louder, we were surely interrupting someone's evening.

"You're beautiful," Joey whispered.

He pressed a warm kiss to my earlobe and I arched my back. His eyes finally met mine again and I no longer saw just lust in his expression. Though I couldn't see my reflection, I knew my expression mirrored his.

Of course there was lust between us, but neither of us tried to hide our newly-discovered more-than-desire interest in each other. I wanted him badly, but not just in bed. I wanted him as my friend, and I wanted the friendship to last.

Maybe it was stupid for me to feel the way I did for him, but in just those few days, Joey had changed so much of my life. I wanted to keep him in it. And if he was willing, I wanted him to be my lover, at least for the time being. I knew I couldn't keep him. He would be off limits again as soon as our fun – or the trip – ended, whichever came sooner. This was probably a one-time thing. I knew it was going to fuck up my feelings, more so than they already were. Still, I wanted to take the risk. I wanted to spend more time with him. I wanted to get to know him - all of him.