Page 66 of After All

That made her pause. Her eyes got a little wide and then she nodded. “Guess so. I want totalkto you, Hansen. What’s that about?”

He pinched her butt and handed her the schnapps. “I’m more than a pretty face and a rock-hard body.”

She tipped both bottles back, then leaned in and kissed him. The sweet liquor from her mouth warmed more than the path down his throat. Especially when she stroked her tongue along his, giving him a good, deep taste.

She sat back. “Yeah, you are,” she said belatedly.

He palmed her butt cheek. “But I’m a rock-hard body too.”

She wiggled on his lap. “Yeah, you are.”

Scott ran a hand up and down her back, then slipped under the hem of her shirt and repeated the motion with his hand on her bare skin. She shivered at his touch.

“You gotta talk if you’re going to touch,” she told him.

“What do you want to know? Because I’m definitely touching.”

“How long were you in Omaha?”

“Four years.” He ran his fingers under the back strap of her bra, then back and forth along the elastic band. “After the academy.” He flicked the tiny hooks open and her bra loosened.

“Wow, that was smooth.”

He grinned. “Stick around.”

She wiggled again. “I’m not going anywhere.”

He ran his hand around to the front, cupping her breast and rubbing his thumb over the nipple.

She pulled in a quick breath and arched slightly, but said, “I would think Omaha was pretty different from Sapphire Falls.”

He plucked at the hardened tip, watching her eyes flutter shut. “Very different.”

“Why’d you come home?” Her voice was breathless now.

“I always intended to come home.”

“Why didn’t you come home right away then?”

“I was recruited to a task force that I really believed in.”

Her head tipped back and she pressed closer to his hand as he tugged on her nipple. “Why…” She cleared her throat. “Um…what task force?”

Scott wondered if she was having a hard time concentrating on the conversation. “Sex trafficking.”

There was a beat, and then her head snapped up and her gaze pinned his. “What?”

Well, that had been fun. Scott pulled his hand from under her shirt. “Sex trafficking,” he repeated. “I worked with a task force along I-80, through Illinois, Iowa, Nebraska and Colorado.”

“But…” She frowned. “Sex trafficking? Really?”

He nodded. “There’s a lot of it. All along that corridor.”

“And you worked on stopping it?”

“Yep.”

“And…did you?”

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