Page 70 of A Very Un-Shakespeare Romance
“Sheila, you’re my partner!” Lily said in a raised voice. “This is so not okay.”
“You’re both going to pay for this!” Robbie shouted. “I don’t like being handcuffed.”
“Who does?” Sheila quipped, giving Tim a gentle shove out the door. “And keep your voices down. You don’t want to wake Reagan and Cassidy or upset Tara. We’ll come back in a while and see what progress you’ve made. Work it out! And don’t leave the house. It would suck to have someone call the police after seeing two people handcuffed together fighting on the beach.”
With that, the patio door slicked shut.
His gaze swung to Lily. “So this is how the FBI does the job, huh? Nice.”
“It was your brother who must have instigated this.” She bit her lip, breathing harshly. “You are the most close-minded, obnoxious man I’ve ever met.”
Then she planted her hot mouth on his, rocking him back.
CHAPTEREIGHTEEN
Robbie’s heatscalded Lily as he met her mouth and pulled her body to him one-handed, kissing her feverishly.
Progress!
Because if he thought she was done with him, he was crazy. The way they’d scraped each other to the bone with their earlier jabs only showed how deeply they cared for each other. She opened her mouth, giving in to the torrent of desire rolling between them. The kiss went wild, tongues tangling, breaths shattering.
He suddenly wrenched his mouth back, staring stupefied at her, his fingers caressing her thigh where their handcuffed hands rested.“What are you doing?”
“Showing you I have feelings for you too.” She thumped his chest to get his attention. “That this is real!”
His mouth worked like he was about to shoot back a comeback, but she was so done with his bullshit. She pinged his ribs again with an angry flick of her finger and watched in delight as his blue eyes fired even hotter.
“Your baby brother is the only O’Connor male I’ve met with any sense. So…you wanted to keep things going too, huh? Well, now you know we can. And I happen to be done listening to you bitch and moan about me being a Fed and duping you while being undercover, especially since you lied through your pretty teeth too. You’re as guilty as I am, bucko.”
“I am not interested in rehashing this shit.” He picked her up with one arm and started hauling her over to the kitchen counter. “We need to find something to pick the lock.”
If he did that—and she doubted he could—he would be gone. No way she was letting that happen, personally or professionally. She climbed onto his body and clamped her legs around his waist. The hard evidence of his desire was as clear as day.
“Aha!” she cried out, delighting in the knowledge he wanted her. Badly.
“Stop that! If you knew how much control I’m having to—”
“I’m not letting go.” She arranged their cuffed hands between their stomachs and then slid the other hand around his nape, locking gazes. “Robbie O’Connor, so help me. You’re going to listen to me and you’re going to listen good. Until last night, we were totally into each other. The truth doesn’t change that. In fact, it makes it more feasible for us to have a future.”
“There is no us,” he ground out like the total blockhead he was. “You can’t start a relationship on a lie. Now unwrap those sexy legs—”
She only squeezed them tighter. “Everything I told you—everything that mattered—was true. You were the same with me.”
He was silent.
“See! We were both real with each other.”
His pulse drummed in the side of his neck as he stared at her. “I opened up to you because I thought you were some sweet therapist who worked with kids—”
“I’m still a professional who’s worked with kids.” She planted another kiss on his mouth, making him groan, before pulling back. “Before the FBI, I was a primary school teacher. I worked with at-risk kids. I have a strong desire to empower young people, but I also have a crazy desire to protect them and make very bad people pay if they hurt them. We have that in common.”
“Summer—Lily—stop this.” He rested his forehead against hers, rubbing them together longingly as if she were torturing him. “It’s not going to work.”
The hopelessness in his voice had her heart tearing. “We don’t know unless we try, and I happen to want to. Now that everything is out in the open, we can. We finish this case. Together. And then we—”
“How am I supposed to trust you after this?” he asked harshly, levering back.
“Do you lie outside the job?” she asked baldly.
