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shouldn’t say things like that to me.”
Frowning at her, he pulled at his lip with his teeth. She puzzled the life out of him with her reactions. They never seemed quite right, as though she considered his advances wrong. She wanted him. He could tell. But every time he made a move, she backed off, like she was scared or confused.
“Why not?”
She leaned across and slid two more slices of French toast covered with brown sugar and cinnamon off her plate onto his.
“Well, for a start, we’re having breakfast.”
Her weak smile made him circle round. Maybe she didn’t like the direct approach. Maybe he needed to be a little more subtle. After all he’d made it perfectly clear he wanted to sleep with her. He kept getting told she wasn’t what she seemed.
“Second, I’m in uniform and almost on duty. It’s just not right to make those kind of suggestions to a uniformed officer.” He noticed the cautious glances she kept flicking toward the kitchen window and then back up at him. Frustrated, he ran his fingers through his hair, stood up, and scraped his chair back from the table.
“Thank you.” He heard the snappishness in his own voice as he stacked the plates and impatiently dumped them in the sink as he started to fill it with water. Perhaps he should leave. She was going to drive him crazy.
“Not too much sugar?” He smiled tightly as it occurred to him that she couldn’t resist a little dig. She topped off his coffee, and then stood looking out the window while she sipped from her own cup.
He stepped up behind her, and she turned round to face him, eyes wide.
“Go on then, I’ll let you.” He stood stock-still in front of her.
“I beg your pardon? You’ll let me what?” Her Southern drawl became stronger the closer he stood. His mouth quirked. He’d noticed her accent. He also noticed the slight huskiness to her voice, the way she swallowed more than normal, the nearer he stood, the way she sometimes gave a small, embarrassed cough before she replied.
He moved closer, almost treading on her toes. She didn’t back off, Instead she automatically adjusted her feet so they fit in between his. As he leaned in, he rested his hands on the kitchen counter either side of her hips.
“You can kiss me if you want.” Her eyes widened further, and she blinked rapidly. He almost laughed at her reaction. It was as though she were genuinely surprised.
“Now why would I want to do that?” He took the coffee cup from her limp hand and placed it on the counter behind her. He leaned in, closer, and his mouth hovered over hers.
She raised that same hand up to his chest, rested it there. He felt the heat of it emanate through her palm, spread through his body like wildfire. She didn’t try to push him away, she didn’t look like she was capable of moving.
“Because you wanted to from the very first moment you saw me, because you watch me all the time, and you can’t disguise the lust in your eyes, because we’re going to be good together,” he murmured, his voice low and gruff vocalizing his own desire.
He knew she could deny it, but it was the truth. Her eyes dipped to his still-smiling mouth and her tongue came out to touch her top lip, and then nipped back into her mouth as though she realized what she had done. The smile dropped from his face and giving a small groan he took the lead and touched his lips to hers.
Her eyes were still wide, looking into his as he gently persuaded her lips open, testing, tasting as he deepened the kiss. As he slid his tongue in to her mouth to investigate, he watched her eyes slowly close with pleasure and it sent his senses into overdrive.
*
She could smell his clean scent, subtle aftershave, and masculine warmth. The same smell she had had in her house these last few days…the smell of the man she had yearned for.
Curious, she touched his freshly shaven jaw, his cheek, trailed her fingers up around his ear and on to cup the back of his head while his mouth
Frowning at her, he pulled at his lip with his teeth. She puzzled the life out of him with her reactions. They never seemed quite right, as though she considered his advances wrong. She wanted him. He could tell. But every time he made a move, she backed off, like she was scared or confused.
“Why not?”
She leaned across and slid two more slices of French toast covered with brown sugar and cinnamon off her plate onto his.
“Well, for a start, we’re having breakfast.”
Her weak smile made him circle round. Maybe she didn’t like the direct approach. Maybe he needed to be a little more subtle. After all he’d made it perfectly clear he wanted to sleep with her. He kept getting told she wasn’t what she seemed.
“Second, I’m in uniform and almost on duty. It’s just not right to make those kind of suggestions to a uniformed officer.” He noticed the cautious glances she kept flicking toward the kitchen window and then back up at him. Frustrated, he ran his fingers through his hair, stood up, and scraped his chair back from the table.
“Thank you.” He heard the snappishness in his own voice as he stacked the plates and impatiently dumped them in the sink as he started to fill it with water. Perhaps he should leave. She was going to drive him crazy.
“Not too much sugar?” He smiled tightly as it occurred to him that she couldn’t resist a little dig. She topped off his coffee, and then stood looking out the window while she sipped from her own cup.
He stepped up behind her, and she turned round to face him, eyes wide.
“Go on then, I’ll let you.” He stood stock-still in front of her.
“I beg your pardon? You’ll let me what?” Her Southern drawl became stronger the closer he stood. His mouth quirked. He’d noticed her accent. He also noticed the slight huskiness to her voice, the way she swallowed more than normal, the nearer he stood, the way she sometimes gave a small, embarrassed cough before she replied.
He moved closer, almost treading on her toes. She didn’t back off, Instead she automatically adjusted her feet so they fit in between his. As he leaned in, he rested his hands on the kitchen counter either side of her hips.
“You can kiss me if you want.” Her eyes widened further, and she blinked rapidly. He almost laughed at her reaction. It was as though she were genuinely surprised.
“Now why would I want to do that?” He took the coffee cup from her limp hand and placed it on the counter behind her. He leaned in, closer, and his mouth hovered over hers.
She raised that same hand up to his chest, rested it there. He felt the heat of it emanate through her palm, spread through his body like wildfire. She didn’t try to push him away, she didn’t look like she was capable of moving.
“Because you wanted to from the very first moment you saw me, because you watch me all the time, and you can’t disguise the lust in your eyes, because we’re going to be good together,” he murmured, his voice low and gruff vocalizing his own desire.
He knew she could deny it, but it was the truth. Her eyes dipped to his still-smiling mouth and her tongue came out to touch her top lip, and then nipped back into her mouth as though she realized what she had done. The smile dropped from his face and giving a small groan he took the lead and touched his lips to hers.
Her eyes were still wide, looking into his as he gently persuaded her lips open, testing, tasting as he deepened the kiss. As he slid his tongue in to her mouth to investigate, he watched her eyes slowly close with pleasure and it sent his senses into overdrive.
*
She could smell his clean scent, subtle aftershave, and masculine warmth. The same smell she had had in her house these last few days…the smell of the man she had yearned for.
Curious, she touched his freshly shaven jaw, his cheek, trailed her fingers up around his ear and on to cup the back of his head while his mouth
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