Page 181 of Sin With Me

Without saying a word, he lifted me into his arms and planted a wet lingering kiss on my lips, coercing my body to hum with desire. Pressed against his warm, hard length as he attacked my mouth with his tongue made me wonder whether I should postpone my trip to town. My legs wrapped around his midsection and my arms around his neck. I felt my groin heat against his low abdomen, my dress floating to the side. If it weren’t for my panties, my tingling core would be melting against his hard muscles. This man was everything I’d ever imagined a strong and powerful fairytale hero tobe.

I finally slid down along his length, enjoying every curve and valley of him, including the bulge in his pants.

“You’re in a good mood.” I breathed out a ragged breath, my knees weakening beneathme.

“Can’t you see I’m happy to see you?” His scarred brow lifted in that sexy way of his, and my body perked up with awareness and my gaze lowered to the growth in his pants. How I wished I could stay on this ranch forever, just me and him, forgetting all the worries around us, taking all the time I wanted to get lost in each other!

“I need to borrow your truck and take it totown.”

“Be my guest.” He drew the pads of his fingers along my lips and lowered his voice to a raspy whisper. “Will you belong?”

Didn’t he know that any minute away from him was toolong?

“I hope not.” My heart hammered in my chest. I couldn’t focus around Eric. He mesmerized me with every touch, word, and gesture. “I have a couple of things to check at the Sheriff’s – you know, work stuff.”

“Is everything all right?”

“Yeah,” I lied. I hated lying to Eric. I still hadn’t been able to tell him that Huntz had been back to Ogden, and that the last ping a week ago placed his location closer to town than before.

“It’s an old piece of junk. Take your phone with you just incase.”

“Will do. Do you need anything fromtown?”

“Just you and those sweet lips of yours.”

I lifted up onto my toes, savoring one lastkiss.

“I’ll be back in a couple of hours,” I said against his mouth.

“Not fast enough.” His lips trailed along my cheek down to my neck, vibrating against my skin. My head lolled back and it took every ounce of my strength to pull away fromhim.

I rolled down the window, waving back as I maneuvered the truck around the larger holes in the road Eric had warned me about. Half an hour later, I was parked at the sheriff’s office, watching him wipe sweat from his forehead and squint as he appeared to struggle with reading something on his computer.

“Good morning,” I said, walkingin.

“Good morning, Emma.” He scanned me from bottom up and smiled knowingly.

“I heard you were ill last week. Hope you’re feeling better.” I reached my hand forward, taking his in a firm greeting before setting down a bag of goods on his desk, which was overflowing with paperwork. “I brought you some honey and lemons. It soothes the throat when you add it totea.”

“Why, thank you, Emma. I haven’t had tea with honey in ages.” He laughed, his belly shaking like it had a battery inside and was the source of all his energy. “Looks like I’m a lucky man this morning. It’s the first time in a long time a beautiful lady walked in here, and shook my hand so professionally, and brought me gifts.”

“I’m the lucky one to have been welcomed to Ogden by everyone. It looks like your computer is frozen.” I nodded toward the machine, which reminded me of a box of shoes and something that belonged in a museum. “Mind if I have alook?”

“Be my guest. We’ve been meaning to replace it, but you know, funds are pretty low, and there’s not much crime in Ogden, so the town always finds something more important to spend its moneyon.”

I clicked a few keys, unlocking the operating system and shutting down the unresponsive programs.

“Well, what do you know?” He lifted his hands to his hips, his mouth open in awe as if I had just performed a miracle.

“You really should get a new computer. It would connect to the central network and keep you updated on most wanted and fugitives.”

“Have you ever thought about being a police officer?” he asked, as if he knew my calling was in the field. Given most women in Ogden bore children and performed tasks expected of females from the Stone Age, I found Sheriff Lowes more open-minded than I’d given him credit for and took his comment as a true compliment.

“My sister-in-law is one. I guess she rubbed off on me a bit.” I shrugged.

“Dealing with neighborly disputes and complaints takes up most of my time here. Some don’t like barking dogs, while others argue that our twenty-five mile-per-hour speed limit downtown is still too high and keep applying to the city to reduce it. Keeping track of it all is too much paperwork.” He pointed to a desk with a spilling stack of papers.

“You need help,” I said, taking a note of the tiredness in his eyes and sagging cheeks.

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