Page 47 of Deadly Secrets
He got in and sat for a second, taking a deep breath to clear his head. Her fingers brushed his jawline and he looked over to find her smiling at him.
“I know I’m being completely unprofessional,” she said, “and if that makes you uncomfortable, I apologize. I don’t know what comes over me when I’m alone with you. It’s like…nothing I’ve ever experienced, but if you want me to stop—”
He shut her up and answered her question by kissing her again. His hand took the back of her neck, drawing her closer and holding her as he completely worked over her mouth.
She moaned and nearly crawled over the stick shift into his lap.
He almost let her.
But then his phone rang this time with a call, not a text, blaring in the tight confines of the vehicle and making both of them jump.
Brooke sat back, once more breathing like she’d run a mile. “You should probably get that.”
Probably.
He leaned forward and kissed her again, this time soft and quick. “I should.”
But he didn’t, instead he just stared into her eyes.
“You’re an amazing kisser,” she said, her gaze dropping to his lips.
She wasn’t bad herself. He wondered if she’d learned to do that from a book, but no. Becoming a good kisser required practice, not research. “Just so you know, normally, I never mix business with pleasure.”
“Me either.” She grinned, looking like the Cheshire Cat. “But I have to admit that in this case? My personal code of ethics may need an amendment.”
God, he loved this woman. He’d worshipped her from afar for so long, building all kinds of fantasies about her. In the flesh, she was even better than he’d anticipated. Smarter. Funnier. So damned sexy. “I’m just throwing my code completely out.”
She laughed. “Well, okay then. I like your style.”
“I like yours too.”
Another bubble of laugher, this one full of deviousness. She hit the door locks, climbed over the gearshift, and started kissing him again.
