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Authors: Karin Tabke
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Samoan bouncer who filled up the entryway. Aside from manhandling drunks, the guy had no record and the heart of a pussycat.
Ty glanced down at the napkin again. Get Pussy. A disturbing thought niggled at his brain. When it exploded into realization, his instincts took over. Never one to ignore his gut, Ty acted. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Bud.”
He hurried out the door and jumped into his truck. Kat—Kitty—Pussy. Was Kat the “Pussy” the author of the napkin wanted? A chill sprinted down his spine. He punched in the precinct number on his cellphone and demanded Phil’s address. Once he had it, he floored his truck and gave dispatch orders to start the nearest unit en route.
He was about ten minutes behind her.
Phil drove too fast. The best perk of being a cop was never having to worry about speeding tickets, not that she took advantage of that fact. But tonight her feet throbbed and she’d kill for a foot massage. She couldn’t wait to get home, shower, then slip between fresh sheets. Those creature comforts dominated her senses, but whispering in the back of her mind, too insistent to ignore, was the heated excitement that had ripped through her body when she bared herself to Ty.
Phil groaned and pushed her sore foot harder against the gas petal. Ty’s response had been one thing—but her own hot response surprised her, and in front of a virtual stranger, no less.
What she needed was an ice-cold shower! Argh! It would take a lot more than a cold shower to cool her off.
Twenty minutes later she emerged from the bathroom, chilled and freshly cleansed of the seedy film of the club that clung to her like cheap perfume. Slowly, she rubbed the thick terry towel across her skin, taking care to dry every inch. As she rubbed the cloth across her breasts, her nipples hardened and her skin flushed, but it did nothing to quell the thickness of her blood. Instead the contact heightened her awareness of what her body craved.
Looking at her reflection in the steamy mirror, she caught her breath. She didn’t recognize the hungry blue eyes that blazed back at her. She touched a fingertip to her left breast and pressed. Spikes of desire raced to her core and the now familiar heat she’d only experienced in Ty’s presence flared. She closed her eyes halfway and bit down on her bottom lip. The spear of pain coupled with the spears of pleasure heightened her excitement. Boldly, her fingers trailed down her belly.
The chime of the doorbell startled her out of her self-seduction. Slipping on her robe she hurried to the incessant ringing. Who the hell was that?
“Open up, Phil!”
Her skin warmed to hot. She hurried to the front door, pulling her thin jersey robe tighter around her damp skin.
“Crap,” she muttered. Every frickin’ curve and dip of her body was clearly outlined by the clinging fabric. She didn’t bother to look through the peephole; the bellowing voice on the other side of her door could only come from one person.
She unlocked the two dead bolts and yanked open the door.
“What is it, Lieutenant?”
He pushed past her, striding into the middle of her living room. “Sure, c’mon in.”
He turned and headed down the hallway toward her bedroom. “Were you followed home?” he called over his shoulder.
She followed after him. “No. Was I supposed to check?”
He stopped abruptly in the hallway and turned around. Her nose slammed into his chest. She bounced off. “Ouch!”
Ty grabbed her upper arms and shook her. “You didn’t check? Don’t you know you should always have eyes in the back of your head?”
Suddenly Phil felt naïve. “I—I forgot.” With the excitement and then the fatigue of the evening, she’d thrown her training out the window. Stupid. Next time that could get her killed.
“You forgot ? Forgetting can get you killed,” he said, his words echoing her thoughts.
Ty continued blasting her. “Or have you forgotten we’ve lost two civilians and a fellow cop?
Ty glanced down at the napkin again. Get Pussy. A disturbing thought niggled at his brain. When it exploded into realization, his instincts took over. Never one to ignore his gut, Ty acted. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Bud.”
He hurried out the door and jumped into his truck. Kat—Kitty—Pussy. Was Kat the “Pussy” the author of the napkin wanted? A chill sprinted down his spine. He punched in the precinct number on his cellphone and demanded Phil’s address. Once he had it, he floored his truck and gave dispatch orders to start the nearest unit en route.
He was about ten minutes behind her.
Phil drove too fast. The best perk of being a cop was never having to worry about speeding tickets, not that she took advantage of that fact. But tonight her feet throbbed and she’d kill for a foot massage. She couldn’t wait to get home, shower, then slip between fresh sheets. Those creature comforts dominated her senses, but whispering in the back of her mind, too insistent to ignore, was the heated excitement that had ripped through her body when she bared herself to Ty.
Phil groaned and pushed her sore foot harder against the gas petal. Ty’s response had been one thing—but her own hot response surprised her, and in front of a virtual stranger, no less.
What she needed was an ice-cold shower! Argh! It would take a lot more than a cold shower to cool her off.
Twenty minutes later she emerged from the bathroom, chilled and freshly cleansed of the seedy film of the club that clung to her like cheap perfume. Slowly, she rubbed the thick terry towel across her skin, taking care to dry every inch. As she rubbed the cloth across her breasts, her nipples hardened and her skin flushed, but it did nothing to quell the thickness of her blood. Instead the contact heightened her awareness of what her body craved.
Looking at her reflection in the steamy mirror, she caught her breath. She didn’t recognize the hungry blue eyes that blazed back at her. She touched a fingertip to her left breast and pressed. Spikes of desire raced to her core and the now familiar heat she’d only experienced in Ty’s presence flared. She closed her eyes halfway and bit down on her bottom lip. The spear of pain coupled with the spears of pleasure heightened her excitement. Boldly, her fingers trailed down her belly.
The chime of the doorbell startled her out of her self-seduction. Slipping on her robe she hurried to the incessant ringing. Who the hell was that?
“Open up, Phil!”
Her skin warmed to hot. She hurried to the front door, pulling her thin jersey robe tighter around her damp skin.
“Crap,” she muttered. Every frickin’ curve and dip of her body was clearly outlined by the clinging fabric. She didn’t bother to look through the peephole; the bellowing voice on the other side of her door could only come from one person.
She unlocked the two dead bolts and yanked open the door.
“What is it, Lieutenant?”
He pushed past her, striding into the middle of her living room. “Sure, c’mon in.”
He turned and headed down the hallway toward her bedroom. “Were you followed home?” he called over his shoulder.
She followed after him. “No. Was I supposed to check?”
He stopped abruptly in the hallway and turned around. Her nose slammed into his chest. She bounced off. “Ouch!”
Ty grabbed her upper arms and shook her. “You didn’t check? Don’t you know you should always have eyes in the back of your head?”
Suddenly Phil felt naïve. “I—I forgot.” With the excitement and then the fatigue of the evening, she’d thrown her training out the window. Stupid. Next time that could get her killed.
“You forgot ? Forgetting can get you killed,” he said, his words echoing her thoughts.
Ty continued blasting her. “Or have you forgotten we’ve lost two civilians and a fellow cop?
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