Page 17 of Missing Justice
“You’re funny, Taylor.”
Their eyes met and a few seconds of silence lingered between them, but with the zinging happening inside him he didn’t need words to know she felt the same way. With Taylor it was all about heat, heat, and more heat.
Jesus, he could do her right here, right now. No problem.
“So, Mad Dog, let’s get to know each other.”
He cracked a smile. “Gee, I thought we already had.”
“Oh, ha, ha. Never mind that. Tell me one thing about you.”
Where was this going now? Did she honestly think he didn’t get that she was on a fishing expedition. “Like what?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know. What are you afraid of.”
“Blood.”
She laughed. “Blood! You were a homicide investigator. How are you afraid of blood?”
“I was a damned good homicide detective too. But hey, everyone is creeped out by something. I can look at it, it just gives me the willies.”
A tray with two sandwiches, soup, and a couple water bottles appeared in front of them as Peggy swished by on her way to deliver the moms’ orders.
For a woman who didn’t want to eat, Taylor wasted no time scooping up her sandwich and digging in. He watched her mouth work as she chewed. When her eyes fluttered closed, he knew the explosion of flavor had hit her. He’d had the same reaction the first time.Knew it. She dropped her shoulders and moaned and, oh, jeez. That moaning—and her mouth, that fricking mouth—might put him on his knees, begging for another crack at paradise Taylor-style.
“Wow,” he said.
She swallowed her food then straightened up again, ready for another bite. “It’s so good. Excellent choice. Foodborne illnesses and all.”
That’s it. All over. He set his palms flat on the table, leaned over, half standing and kissed her. Softly. No tongue wars in public. Just enough to take that irreverent mouth, to feel her lips against his and satisfy himself.
And, God bless her, she responded. Kissing him back, even running her hand along his jaw and cupping his cheek and the hard-on that had been brewing waved a white flag.Toddlers. Right beside them. Cursing his lack of control, he backed away from the kiss, waited for her to open her eyes where he saw the same flashing heat he’d seen in the bar last night. He dropped his gaze to her lips again, thinking about the words that had spilled out while they pounded away on each other.
“Your mouth is wicked,” he said. Sitting back down, he glanced at the eagle-eyed moms who’d made no secret of their eavesdropping. Since they were listening anyway, he might as well acknowledge it. He angled toward them and jerked his thumb at Taylor. “I love her lips.”
“Holy moly,” one of the moms said. “You two are hot.”
Matt smacked the table and went back to his sandwich. “You know it, lady.”
“Oh, my God,” Taylor muttered. “You’re insane.”
“So I’m told.”
In three bites, he inhaled half his meal while ignoring his brain’s reasons he and Taylor should avoid future fuckfests. He’d spent ten years ruminating over his failure to be accepted into the FBI academy. The feds had wounded his ego like no one before and the subsequent self-reflection contributed to his becoming a top-notch detective. As good as he was, that failure still stung and now he had a thing for a woman who not only had his dream job, but she was working cold cases, further sticking that hot knife of envy into his gut.
And here they were, working the same goddamn case after they’d spent the night exploring positions a contortionist would applaud them for.
He hadn’t just screwed the pooch on this one. He’d screwed the FBI agent too.
Dropping his sandwich, he dug his phone out of his pocket. With the senator being Matt’s client, as well as a potential suspect, this whole thing was a disaster. Matt and Taylor? Opposite sides right now. No way around that.
Still. A woman had been murdered.
Ah, fuck it.
He tapped a few keys on his phone and hit send. “There.”
Taylor picked up her water, unscrewed the cap. “What?”
“I just sent you Felicity’s dental records.”
“You did?”
“I told you I would. I keep my promises, Taylor. Every time.”
“Thank you. You saved me some time.”
He shrugged. “A woman is dead. We need to find her killer.”
No matter how they dealt with each other on a personal level, they needed to get Felicity justice.
