Page 79 of Sticks and Stones
When he pushed back in his chair, so she would have room to sit in his lap, she took the offering and ran with it.
Immediately, Chris wrapped his arms around her waist and was assaulted with the scent of his deliciously wicked woman.
She smelled like spicy cookies, and that made him hungry.
Elizabeth was honest.
“Well, someone was out of bed early, and from the half-consumed yogurt and cold cup of coffee sitting on your desk, I deduced that you skipped breakfast. There’s not a bran flake to be found.”
He was amused.
Apparently, he was predictable.
“Oh, look. My investigator wife is profiling my behavior on her day off. Should I be worried?” he asked, his dick now awake since she was perched on it in his lap.
She ran her fingers down his cheek, enjoying the scruff. Someone hadn’t shaved, and that was a rarity. Normally, it was his routine.
Shower.
Shave.
Work.
In that order.
Well, she’d take advantage of that too.
“Hardly. Unless you’re doing felonious things, Mr. Leonard, consider this as your wife misses you. I thought we’d have a picnic,” she said, as his hands wandered into her hair, and he pulled her mouth closer to his.
“Oh, well, there’s something else I’d love to dine on, Bethe, and it’s not food.”
When their lips touched that customary heat erupted. There was no doubt in her mind that he was the only man in her world that could ever get her panties this wet.
If she was wearing them.
Now, she was not.
As per usual, the kiss was nuclear, and Elizabeth let him lead, taking a break from being in charge. After back-to-back cases, it was nice to just be…Bethe.
She didn’t want to think.
What she wanted was to feel.
After walking through bowels and blood for days, it was nice to come home, sit in her man’s lap, and play wife for a change.
She’d even put her rings back on because she knew it made Chris crazy to see them on her finger.
At work, she had to play investigator, but at home, in their new brownstone, all she had to do was be herself.
And she was his woman.
First.
And.
Foremost.
As Chris slowly broke the kiss, his body sung with need, and his erection told the tale. His woman always made his body react, and it always would.
