Page 42 of Wanted by the Lawman

CHAPTER 12

HE COULD BARELY swallow as he imagined another man touching Wynn. That drove him mad, especially when he’d wanted—craved—her touch on his body. The entire time sitting here he allowed his gaze, and his imagination, to stare at her lips—the color of strawberry and about as plump as one too. He’d take a guess they tasted sweet as ripe fruit. He noticed her slender fingers and short nails that he wanted to feel dig into his back and shoulders as he plunged inside of her lush body. The root of his tension blared like a neon sign, flashing. He wanted her, and he wouldn’t be right until he had her.

His body grew hard and his zipper strained the teeth as far as the metal could withstand. Next, he’d be popping seams. She must see what she did to him.

“I’m really not sure how to answer that question.” Her eyes dazzled.

Zander cursed under his breath. Damn. Just damn.

He pushed himself up from the floor and stretched parts of his body that screamed for release, not just from denim, but also with an amazing orgasm. He looked down at her and she looked back at him through a black fringe of long lashes. The corners of her mouth played with a smile and her cheeks were flushed. She was the prettiest woman he’d ever laid eyes upon. The only thing she was missing was the halo to be the angel that had overturned his world.

Holding out his hand, she placed her smaller one into his and he helped her up. He needed to let go and move back, but it was as if invisible nails kept him pinned in front of her.

“You’re looking at me funny,” she whispered, and the words rasped every part of him south of his belt buckle.

Swallowing, he looked down at her, taking in the messy curls that bounced along her shoulders. The glistening diamonds that’s shone in her eyes. But her mouth…ah damn. Her bottom lip slightly puckered.

“I feel like a teenager having a wet dream,” he laughed but it fizzled.

“Then we need to do something about that, don’t we?” She swiveled on her heels and sashayed her way to the stairs, stopped and looked back to see if he was following. He was, but only with his eyes.

What exactly was she asking?

Hell, he wasn’t a dipshit. He knew what would happen once he followed her upstairs.

He knew this look. He hadn’t seen it in a while, but damn, he knew she was seducing him.

As far as he could see things, he had two options. Turn around and run as fast as his dusty boots would carry him or go along with the flow. It wasn’t as if he didn’t want to. He wanted to sink into her more than he wanted his next breath.

Just do it, man.

He took one step, then another, and he felt the vibration of his phone in his back pocket. He squinted. “Duty calls,” he said in a raw voice.

“Sure.” She gave him a look of understanding.

He practically ripped the phone from his pocket, dearly wanting to give it a toss out the window, but he read the screen. He pushed talk. “Yeah, Rudy?”

“Where you at?”

“Helping a friend out,” he mumbled.

“Thought you’d want to know. We may have found something.”

“I’ll be there in ten.” He clocked off.

“You’re leaving?” she asked after he hung up.

“Sorry. There’s a break in the case.”

With a tilt of her hip and a toss of her hair over one shoulder, she sighed. “Maybe next time.”

Damn, he could only hope so.

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