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couldn’t.
She pulled out a few items. Her arms full of clothes, she shut the drawer with a swing of her hip, a move so common yet so incredibly sexy. His breath hitched as she carefully folded each item before she packed it, the stern set of her jaw as she concentrated on her chore.
He had to force himself to stand his ground and not sweep her into his arms and make love to her that minute.
Her soft, caramel-colored skin glowed against her dark polo shirt. He’d bet she had on that black lace bra he remembered so well. He’d nearly chewed through it one night to get to her pebbled nipples.
Stop it!
Spending time with her without being able to touch her was pure torture. Would she take him to her bed if he asked? He thought about making love to her, remembered how sweet it had been. Would he ever find such bliss again? No other woman had made him feel the way she had.
Suddenly her breath caught and her eyes widened.
“What’s wrong?”
She shoved her hand into her pocket and removed something silver. “I found this today.” She strode toward him and handed him an earring. “It was on the ground behind the building where…”
His chest tightened. “You went there? Alone?”
She pursed her lips and blinked a couple of times. “I had to get out of my office. I was only gone for a few minutes, and Betsy was watching me nearly the entire time.”
He held up the earring. “You think this belongs to the victim, the girl you saw?”
“Maybe. It looks handmade. Any idea how I can find out where it came from?”
He studied the jewelry. “That’s a long shot. But we should hang on to it. If a body is found, it could be an important piece of evidence. Do you have a baggie?”
“In the kitchen. The drawer next to the fridge.”
“I’ll be right back.” When he returned, her suitcase was full. “We’ll have to stop by my office to get a key.” Her words ripped him back to the present.
He cleared his throat. “Right. Sure.”
She zipped up her bag and lifted it off the bed. He rushed over and tried to take it from her. Their fingers touched on the handle, then intertwined. He stared into her eyes, and he was lost.
Megan swallowed hard. Will was so close she picked up the scent of his pine cologne. The trace of stubble on his cheeks reminded her of the rough feel of his skin on hers in the dead of night. Desire spooled through her, reaching every cell, every nerve ending. Her nipples hardened to painful points and strained against her bra.
The man turned her into a puddle of estrogen with a mere look. That pleasant ache in her abdomen that he always inspired returned. She let go of the suitcase and parted her lips.
Kiss me.
He answered her unspoken plea, lowering his mouth to hers. Soft, sweet.
And packed with emotion.
He dropped her bag, but she paid it no mind. All she could concentrate on was Will, his mouth on hers, his familiar tongue swirling around hers, his cinnamon taste. And the liquid heat flooding through her body.
She pressed against him, took pleasure in knowing she was responsible for the hard bulge in his pants. But only seconds into their kiss Will broke away.
She drew in a breath and waited for her pulse to calm.
“We shouldn’t.” He backed away, scrubbing a hand over his face.
“What’s wrong? What did I do?” A vise squeezed her heart, but it was imperative she know.
Tiny muscles around his jaw quivered. “I’m not. I’m just… I have to keep my guard up. The moment I stop paying attention, something bad could happen. Don’t you understand that? If I don’t focus on protecting you, you could end up…” He shook his head.
“What?” Could he be thinking about the man he’d accidentally shot? She reflected on the details of the incident she’d researched on the internet at work earlier. According to the newspaper article, the man had run from a crime scene wearing clothes similar to the suspect’s. It had been a tragic mistake, but an understandable
She pulled out a few items. Her arms full of clothes, she shut the drawer with a swing of her hip, a move so common yet so incredibly sexy. His breath hitched as she carefully folded each item before she packed it, the stern set of her jaw as she concentrated on her chore.
He had to force himself to stand his ground and not sweep her into his arms and make love to her that minute.
Her soft, caramel-colored skin glowed against her dark polo shirt. He’d bet she had on that black lace bra he remembered so well. He’d nearly chewed through it one night to get to her pebbled nipples.
Stop it!
Spending time with her without being able to touch her was pure torture. Would she take him to her bed if he asked? He thought about making love to her, remembered how sweet it had been. Would he ever find such bliss again? No other woman had made him feel the way she had.
Suddenly her breath caught and her eyes widened.
“What’s wrong?”
She shoved her hand into her pocket and removed something silver. “I found this today.” She strode toward him and handed him an earring. “It was on the ground behind the building where…”
His chest tightened. “You went there? Alone?”
She pursed her lips and blinked a couple of times. “I had to get out of my office. I was only gone for a few minutes, and Betsy was watching me nearly the entire time.”
He held up the earring. “You think this belongs to the victim, the girl you saw?”
“Maybe. It looks handmade. Any idea how I can find out where it came from?”
He studied the jewelry. “That’s a long shot. But we should hang on to it. If a body is found, it could be an important piece of evidence. Do you have a baggie?”
“In the kitchen. The drawer next to the fridge.”
“I’ll be right back.” When he returned, her suitcase was full. “We’ll have to stop by my office to get a key.” Her words ripped him back to the present.
He cleared his throat. “Right. Sure.”
She zipped up her bag and lifted it off the bed. He rushed over and tried to take it from her. Their fingers touched on the handle, then intertwined. He stared into her eyes, and he was lost.
Megan swallowed hard. Will was so close she picked up the scent of his pine cologne. The trace of stubble on his cheeks reminded her of the rough feel of his skin on hers in the dead of night. Desire spooled through her, reaching every cell, every nerve ending. Her nipples hardened to painful points and strained against her bra.
The man turned her into a puddle of estrogen with a mere look. That pleasant ache in her abdomen that he always inspired returned. She let go of the suitcase and parted her lips.
Kiss me.
He answered her unspoken plea, lowering his mouth to hers. Soft, sweet.
And packed with emotion.
He dropped her bag, but she paid it no mind. All she could concentrate on was Will, his mouth on hers, his familiar tongue swirling around hers, his cinnamon taste. And the liquid heat flooding through her body.
She pressed against him, took pleasure in knowing she was responsible for the hard bulge in his pants. But only seconds into their kiss Will broke away.
She drew in a breath and waited for her pulse to calm.
“We shouldn’t.” He backed away, scrubbing a hand over his face.
“What’s wrong? What did I do?” A vise squeezed her heart, but it was imperative she know.
Tiny muscles around his jaw quivered. “I’m not. I’m just… I have to keep my guard up. The moment I stop paying attention, something bad could happen. Don’t you understand that? If I don’t focus on protecting you, you could end up…” He shook his head.
“What?” Could he be thinking about the man he’d accidentally shot? She reflected on the details of the incident she’d researched on the internet at work earlier. According to the newspaper article, the man had run from a crime scene wearing clothes similar to the suspect’s. It had been a tragic mistake, but an understandable
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