He slid out of
his car and looked down at her, a broad-shouldered silhouette. His eyes caught
a beam of light from God knew where, reflecting gold. Heart pounding a crazed
rhythm, she got out to join him. “If you think I’m necking in the back of the
patrol car…”
“God, no. Way too
many drunks have yarked in my cruiser. I keep my car clean, but there’s only so
much you can do.”
She could only
grin. “And Dave says there’s no romance in your soul.”
His teeth
flashed. “Give me a try and see for yourself how romantic I am.”
Erica swallowed
at the erotic challenge in his tone. This is not a good idea. She found
herself moving closer anyway until they stood chest to chest.
Which would have
felt much sexier without the two bulletproof vests they were wearing.
Jake’s big, broad
hands came up and cupped her cheeks to cradle her head, tilting her chin up.
His palms felt calloused, deliciously warm. His mouth felt just as seductive as
he kissed her, his lips feathering a soft brush across hers.
Erica groaned and
let herself lean into his chest. Though Jake wasn’t a tall man, his muscular
breadth made her feel almost delicate. Feminine. The ASP baton hanging from his
belt tapped her thigh, and the plastic buckles of their duty belts clicked as
they eased together.
He slid a hand
behind her back to grip her belt and pull her closer. Angling his head, he
deepened the kiss, his tongue tracing the seam of her lips. She opened with a
soft, yearning groan.
He tasted of the
Cauldron’s maple syrup, smelled of something dark and wild that made her think
of deep woods and cat musk. Arousal tightened her belly, kicking off a honeyed
flare of heat through her blood. Behind the thick padding of her vest, her
nipples hardened. God, she wanted to feel his hands on her bare breasts. Ached
for it.
He rumbled, a
delicious vibration. Thick, coarse fur brushed against the back of her thighs,
a psychic impression of a leonine body.
“Go away, Clar,”
he murmured against her lips.
The impression of
fur disappeared.
Shivering in
helpless arousal, Erica spread her hands over his chest. Felt only tough
uniform fabric and the thickness of the Kevlar vest. God, I want him naked.
He drew back from
her mouth, looking down at her with hooded eyes. “I want to touch you.”
Licking dry lips,
she croaked, “God yes. But this isn’t the…”
Big hands stroked
up over the rise of her breasts. She closed her eyes and swallowed, wishing it
wasn’t so damn cold. Wishing she was naked, so she could feel his skin on hers.
Fingers brushed the
bare skin of her collarbones as if her bullet-resistant vest had turned to
mist. An electric jolt of pleasure zinged through her, so intense it almost
stung.
Erica’s eyes
sprang wide. Jake watched her hungrily, gold eyes glowing as his thumbs brushed
back and forth over her uniformed chest. One hand slid down, and she rocked
back, instinctively giving him room. Room to trace down her sternum, dance
across the upper curves of one breast, then down the slope of it…
Fingers brushed
nipples with a sensation so vivid, she looked down, half-expecting to find her
clothes had disappeared.
Both uniforms
were still there. He was using his feral magic to manipulate her aura. “Oh,”
she breathed. “That’s… incredible. I didn’t know you could do that.”
“You’d be surprised
what I can do.” Jake’s smile took on a darker cast as he magically toyed with
her, fingers brushing over the vest.
His left hand
paused, tracing the curve of her ribs, dancing over thin skin, gliding downward
to find the jut of a hipbone. And across.
Between her legs.
A jolt of magic
shot right into her clit. Erica inhaled and caught his shoulders to keep from
falling on her ass.
“Like that?”
Jake’s voice seemed to brush across her senses like velvet, rich and tempting.
He went for her lips again, sipping at her tongue, as one hand played between
her thighs and the other danced delicate spells over her breasts as though she
was naked. Deliciously naked and aroused.
Well, part of
that was true.
Jake purred
against her mouth -- a sound that became a gasp as she slid a hand down and
sent her own magic questing. To find the thick shaft of his erection pressing
against his fly. Cupping her fingers over him, she danced a feather of magic
the length of his cock from balls to head.
“You’re living
dangerously.” His voice sounded rough.
She smiled
wickedly and closed her teeth over his lower lip, tugging it as she intensified
the magic whirling around his eager shaft. “Yes, well, so are you.”
His lips curled
against hers. “Sometimes a little danger can be fun.”
Erica froze as
the words triggered a dark association: Sometimes a little danger can be fun.
That had been one of Bobby’s favorite sayings, used before missions, bar
brawls, or jumping out of an airplane. He’d even said it the first time he’d
taken her to bed.
And the morning
she’d caught him cheating. “Sometimes a little danger can be fun.”
Jake’s eyes
widened in dismay as he felt her recoil. “Erica, I…”
She stepped back
out of range of his hands, his magic. Suddenly the spring breeze felt icy over
her hot cheeks. “I’ll… see you later.”
Jake took a step
toward her, one hand lifted, then aborted the gesture. His broad shoulders
slumped. “What about BFS?”
Erica wanted to
say no. Wanted to at least put him off. Instead she heard herself say, “I’ll
meet you there.”
Idiot!
Relief brightened
his gaze, and he tried out a tentative smile. “Why don’t I pick you up instead.
Ten o’clock?”
She turned away
and headed for her car. All she wanted was to get home. “Sure, whatever. Fine.”
But it wasn’t
fine. Why the hell didn’t I tell him no?
She knew exactly
why. I’ve never been smart when it came to any Nolan.
1 comment:
Wow ! So can't wait :)
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