Page 62 of Deadly Attraction
His fingers went higher, kneading the base of her skull and loosening her ponytail. “Potentially. Once I get word from Cooper that Goodsman and Brown are in custody. Why?”
Again, there was a teasing note in his voice. He knew exactly what she wanted to ask him, knew how he was affecting her.
God, it was hard to focus with his fingers massaging the back of her head as his body—a very hard, muscular body—pressed into hers. She was pretty sure one part of that hard body meant he was thinking the same thing she was, and at this rate, she wasn’t going to make it upstairs to her bedroom before she ripped his clothes off. “You’re not on the clock, technically.”
He chuckled. “As in, I can hit on you and not get into trouble with my bosses?”
“Is that what you’re doing? Hitting on me?”
He gently tugged on her hair, forcing her to turn her head sideways and bare her neck to him. His lips moved over her skin, raising a new wave of goose bumps. “Isn’t it obvious?”
The fluttering in her belly settled as the female in her exploded. She raked her fingers through his hair, drawing him in even closer. “Thank God. I thought I was going to embarrass myself by begging.”
“Oh, that sounds fun.” His teeth nibbled at her earlobe. “Maybe I should make you beg.”
“You’re horrible,” she said, but it made her laugh.
He kneed her thighs apart and she wrapped her legs around his waist, his erection acutely and strategically placed at the junction of her thighs. He lifted her and set her on the counter. “You love it.”
“I do.” She found his lips and kissed him, slowly, purposefully, hoping he understood just how much she wanted him. “You’re exactly what I need tonight.”
Emma’s kiss was deep and wild—a surprise. The kiss on the floor of her office had given him a glimpse of this, but it had been restrained. Bashful, almost.
Not any longer. He kissed her back, rough and equally as wild and she moaned.
He loved it. Loved the way she made him feel.
Strong, powerful, free.
Free of the past. Free of the judgments and the grief and the anger.
I could get lost in her.
Her fingers worked at his shirt while his fingers unbuttoned her jeans. His shirt fell to the floor as Emma scored his chest with her nails. The satin fabric of her panties was wet.
Exactly what he wanted.
He wanted her wet and ready for him, because there was no going back now. No more dancing around this attraction. This bond they had with each other.
Hard and fast…he’d fallen for her much too hard, so goddamn fast, but there was no going back. He wanted—no,needed—to taste her, feel her, drive himself into her.
Drive away the pain.
He’d been lost for so long. Lost and afraid, imagining the rest of his life without Mac. A steady, aggravating burn under his skin.
In Emma’s arms, he felt at home. Safe, grounded.
Happy.
The future no longer stared him in the face like an ugly, angry beast. Now all he saw was potential. Possibilities. An ease to his agony. He wanted to be a better man. A better man because of her.
Emma tugged on his hair, nipped at his collarbone. A little hellcat, urging him on. He slipped a finger past the satin underwear, sliding into her slick folds.
Her body arched and she whimpered, her hand smacking into the pots she had washed and stacked on the counter to dry. They clanged to the floor, raising a commotion with the Labs, but Mitch laughed and shooed the dogs away.
Emma’s pretty eyes flashed in the shadows with lust and need as they looked at him through thick lashes. “I want to be…”—her breath came in gasps that matched the stroke of his fingers as he built a new rhythm—“more than friends.”
She tried for a grin, but bit her bottom lip instead as he inserted a second finger. “Oh, Doc, I promise we’re going to be much more than friends when I get done with you.”
