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devoured hers. She drew him in closer, her tongue shyly touched his. Her knees weakened as he groaned. Sweet white fog engulfed her mind as he enticed her with his inviting lips to deepen the kiss. Warmth spread through her belly as he hauled her into his embrace, crushing her breasts against his chest. Heat shot through her loins while his hips pinned her against the kitchen counter, and she squirmed rhythmically against him.
    She gulped in oxygen as his mouth left hers to ravage his way down her neck to the erratic pulse pounding at the base of her throat. She lifted her arms and clung onto his shoulders as her knees turned to water, and she tried to stop herself from simply sliding to the floor in a molten puddle. His hand slid up her rib cage to cup her small breast. The heat of his palm soaked through her shirt and bra as his mouth sucked on her neck. He unbuttoned her shirt, his lips returned to hers, and he slipped his hand inside her bra, cupping her. He squeezed her stiffened nipple.
    Her knees gave out. She gasped into his mouth, scorching heat flooded her loins, but he held her firm against the kitchen counter, one hand caressed her breast, the other slipped the button and zipper undone on her baggy trousers. His mouth devoured hers as he slid his fingers down her belly.
    And Jack burst in through the kitchen doorway.
    “Whoa…Jesus, sorry guys.”
    They leaped apart and stood staring at each other, panting, as Jack turned on his heel and hightailed it back out of the kitchen.
    “Bugger it. Will there ever be a time when we don’t get interrupted?” Michael growled, shoving his hair back from his forehead. Frustration radiated off him in waves.
    Her fingers fumbled as heat scorched her cheeks.
    “I have to go.” She rushed to fasten her buttons, but her fingers shook.
    “Don’t…stay.” He moved in again, his voice a husky invitation. She lifted her shaking hands to ward him off, her breath heaved through her chest, and every instinct told her to run.
    “I can’t, I’m working…I’m sorry, this is stupid…I don’t even really know you.”
    He stepped back, his eyes narrowed, his mouth tightened. She couldn’t tell if his face was flushed with passion or anger. She soon found out.
    “It was just a kiss, Bill. I think we know each other well enough for that. I want to take you to bed, not marry you.” Irritation vibrated off him. She felt the hard, fast slap of it.
    She blew out a breath, took another one in. Her fingers stopped fumbling and she finished buttoning her shirt. She realized she was far more comfortable dealing with his fury than his desire. She dealt with quick tempers every day.
    She yanked up her zipper and fastened the button on her trousers, smiled quick and feral and felt her nose wrinkle slightly as she pulled back her lips and snarled.
    “Well, tiger, I never asked for a marriage proposal, but I swear if Jack hadn’t walked in, you would have been in my panties and had me up against the kitchen counter. We wouldn’t have made it to bed.” She hauled in a breath, filling her lungs just to prove to herself she could still breathe.
    She gave him a solid shove so he took a hasty step back.
    “Don’t blame me if you got carried away, tiger. I told you I was just about to go on duty.” She narrowed her eyes at him and shoved again. He fell back another step, holding his arms out wide to indicate she was free to go.
    For the hell of it, she gave him another push. This time his body didn’t budge, but she had enough space to sidle around him.
    “Playtime’s over, tiger. I’m going to work.” She patted his cheek sharply and slid past him before he could react. She glanced back as she walked out the door, his jaw was clenched, his aqua eyes cold as ice.
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    Jack leaned on the police Land Cruiser when she stalked out the door. She jumped down the steps thinking the very devil himself was behind her.
    “What’s going on?” Jack demanded as he straightened away from