Page 190 of Hot Cops

Wonder if he prefers top or bottom. Missionary or doggy-style.

“Jesus, Steph. You weren’t kidding about getting in the sex line twice, were you?”

She felt her face flush slightly, though not from embarrassment. She was horny as crap. “What makes you say that?”

He leaned closer. “What were you just thinking about?”

She considered hedging on her answer, but decided to go with the truth. “Fucking you.”

He closed his eyes, and she wondered what he was thinking. When he looked at her again, his eyes were dark, hungry. “I’ve never met a woman like you.”

She smiled. “Easy?”

He shook his head quickly. “No. I don’t think you are.”

He was right. She wasn’t. She didn’t fall into bed with men easily. Hank had taken her out to dinner at least half a dozen times before she agreed to sleep with him. While that decision had been driven by physical needs—she was sick of her vibrator—her reasons for wanting to sleep with Jarod were different.

Lust was a contributing factor, there was no doubt about that, but it was more than sex. She couldn’t put her finger on it, but she felt like she knew him, which was crazy, considering they hadn’t spent more than an hour in each other’s presence. He felt like someone she could be really good friends with.

“I get off at eleven,” she said.

“Is that an invitation?”

“Maybe.” She reached for a tumbler and started mixing together some ingredients. “Tell you what. Why don’t you have a drink and think about it.”

She started to place the glass in front of him, but Jarod grabbed her wrist, preventing her from moving away. “Move closer.”

She wanted to balk at his command, but she leaned toward him anyway. “What?” she whispered.

“I don’t have to think about anything. I’m going to sit here until eleven and we’re going to get to know each other while you work. Then I’m going to take you back to my place, strip off all your clothes and show you how nice I can be. All night long.”

She raised an eyebrow. “All night?”

He chuckled at her question. Most men were annoyed by her smartass taunts, but Jarod just seemed amused. Even better, he always had an answer. “Would you settle for several times over the course of the night?”

“Several times?”

He laughed loudly. “Christ. So much for my ego. How about twice? With a couple-hour break in between?”

“Well, now,” she drawled, “that sounds real nice.”

“I can see I reallyamgoing to have to work on your sense of romance.”

She licked her lips, wishing he’d kiss her again. As much as it annoyed her, the damn cop made her feel girlie and dreamy and fucking ridiculous. She preferred to keep both feet on the ground in relationships. While flowers and chocolates were nice, they weren’t going to make her fall in love with a guy. She was knocking on thirty’s door, and she’d never met a man who could go the distance. Her mother’s pathetic track record was a sad reminder of the fact that forever didn’t exist except in fiction.

He released her hand and looked at his glass. “What am I drinking?”

“That’s a little concoction I like to call Party Naked.”

He took a tentative sip. “Not bad. Raspberry?”

She nodded. “Among other things.”

“Party Naked, huh? Is this supposed to be a hint?”

She rested her arms on the bar, enjoying their easy banter. “I like to party and I’m definitely a clothing-optional kind of girl.”

He lifted his hand and ran it through her hair. She wasn’t sure what it was about his gentle touches that turned her on so much, but one smoldering look and soft stroke from him had her panting like a dog in heat.

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