she
was leaving one day. She said she ran into him as she was coming
out and she talked about him a bit that night. How could I have
forgotten this? I don’t know if it was the same one who owned the
cafe or a different man. I don’t remember what she said about the
café owner and it could have just been someone else that worked
there. I hope that helps.”
Stop rambling Chelsea.
“ Very helpful, thanks.” He smiled.
“ Do you have any more questions?” she asked as she placed her
now empty coffee cup on the table.
He followed suit. “Um no, I think that’s it for now. We’ll go
to the café and check it out. I might have more questions after
that.” He paused. “Um, this morning and yesterday, I was
rude.”
“ Yes you were, why?”
“ Because I … because …”
“ Because what, detective … ?” She cut him off and a little
frost returned.
He wanted to answer but his traitorous mind went blank. His
eyes moved to her lips and he wanted to taste them.
“ I don’t understand it myself.”
A playful smile danced on her face.
Does she feel it too? He took a deep breath.
Then something surprised him. She took a step forward. “What
is it?”
He knew she now wanted him to touch her. She does feel it
too.
“ I … no, I really can’t explain …”
That smile again. Encouraging him.
“… I can only show you …”
Her hand reached out towards him, bridging the short distance
between them before returning to her side. “Show me what, Lucas?”
Her tone suggested she understood and her eyes reflected his
sentiment.
It was now or never.
“ This.” He took the final step towards her and placed his
hands lightly on her waist. Pulling her towards him, he stooped
down to kiss her softly but he craved more. She feels and smells so
good. He
wrapped his arms around her, lifted her slightly from her feet,
bringing her tight against his body and deepened the
kiss.
Chelsea’s mind went blank as she melted into his
arms. He
feels so good. How does he do this to me? She lost all control of her hands as
they wound around his neck. Her fingers dove into his
hair.
He groaned and she felt his tongue ease against hers. Her
tongue came to meet his and she moaned audibly. Her pulse raced as
a fierce surge of electricity shot through her. His tongue against
hers, his soft lips and hair, his strong arms around her waist,
caused desire to overcome her and she groaned again. At that moment
she couldn’t even imagine their lips parting.
Stopping abruptly, he lowered her to the ground.
“ I’m sorry,” he said with a husk laden voice. “I shouldn’t
have done that.”
His sudden backtracking shocked her to inexplicable outrage
and she fixed him with an icy glare. “That’s right, you shouldn’t
have. I hope you got what you came for. You had better leave before
I report you.” She wasn’t sure whether she meant it or not. She was
lost.
So was Lucas. He stared as her for a second, mumbled an
apology, and left.
Chelsea stood there visibly shaken, as shaken as she had been
when she had been told that Elle wouldn’t be coming back. She knew
exactly what the emotions were that he had stirred within her, but
it had been a long time since ... However, this was no whimsy.
She’d let him in and now she was on fire. How could he make her
feel ablaze one moment and then like ice the next?
Chelsea decided this could not happen again. She was not going
to get involved with this gruff detective and then hurt by him, no
matter how sexy he was.
* * *
Lucas stormed out to his car. What was he thinking? She was
part of an ongoing investigation. He had just put his job on the
line – for
what, green eyes and milky skin? Well, there could be worse reasons but,
no, he wasn’t going to get involved. He wasn’t going to get close
to anyone and certainly not someone relating to a case. It’s just
chemistry. She’s out of my system now. Wasn’t she?
No, he realised she wasn’t, not now that he’d tasted
was leaving one day. She said she ran into him as she was coming
out and she talked about him a bit that night. How could I have
forgotten this? I don’t know if it was the same one who owned the
cafe or a different man. I don’t remember what she said about the
café owner and it could have just been someone else that worked
there. I hope that helps.”
Stop rambling Chelsea.
“ Very helpful, thanks.” He smiled.
“ Do you have any more questions?” she asked as she placed her
now empty coffee cup on the table.
He followed suit. “Um no, I think that’s it for now. We’ll go
to the café and check it out. I might have more questions after
that.” He paused. “Um, this morning and yesterday, I was
rude.”
“ Yes you were, why?”
“ Because I … because …”
“ Because what, detective … ?” She cut him off and a little
frost returned.
He wanted to answer but his traitorous mind went blank. His
eyes moved to her lips and he wanted to taste them.
“ I don’t understand it myself.”
A playful smile danced on her face.
Does she feel it too? He took a deep breath.
Then something surprised him. She took a step forward. “What
is it?”
He knew she now wanted him to touch her. She does feel it
too.
“ I … no, I really can’t explain …”
That smile again. Encouraging him.
“… I can only show you …”
Her hand reached out towards him, bridging the short distance
between them before returning to her side. “Show me what, Lucas?”
Her tone suggested she understood and her eyes reflected his
sentiment.
It was now or never.
“ This.” He took the final step towards her and placed his
hands lightly on her waist. Pulling her towards him, he stooped
down to kiss her softly but he craved more. She feels and smells so
good. He
wrapped his arms around her, lifted her slightly from her feet,
bringing her tight against his body and deepened the
kiss.
Chelsea’s mind went blank as she melted into his
arms. He
feels so good. How does he do this to me? She lost all control of her hands as
they wound around his neck. Her fingers dove into his
hair.
He groaned and she felt his tongue ease against hers. Her
tongue came to meet his and she moaned audibly. Her pulse raced as
a fierce surge of electricity shot through her. His tongue against
hers, his soft lips and hair, his strong arms around her waist,
caused desire to overcome her and she groaned again. At that moment
she couldn’t even imagine their lips parting.
Stopping abruptly, he lowered her to the ground.
“ I’m sorry,” he said with a husk laden voice. “I shouldn’t
have done that.”
His sudden backtracking shocked her to inexplicable outrage
and she fixed him with an icy glare. “That’s right, you shouldn’t
have. I hope you got what you came for. You had better leave before
I report you.” She wasn’t sure whether she meant it or not. She was
lost.
So was Lucas. He stared as her for a second, mumbled an
apology, and left.
Chelsea stood there visibly shaken, as shaken as she had been
when she had been told that Elle wouldn’t be coming back. She knew
exactly what the emotions were that he had stirred within her, but
it had been a long time since ... However, this was no whimsy.
She’d let him in and now she was on fire. How could he make her
feel ablaze one moment and then like ice the next?
Chelsea decided this could not happen again. She was not going
to get involved with this gruff detective and then hurt by him, no
matter how sexy he was.
* * *
Lucas stormed out to his car. What was he thinking? She was
part of an ongoing investigation. He had just put his job on the
line – for
what, green eyes and milky skin? Well, there could be worse reasons but,
no, he wasn’t going to get involved. He wasn’t going to get close
to anyone and certainly not someone relating to a case. It’s just
chemistry. She’s out of my system now. Wasn’t she?
No, he realised she wasn’t, not now that he’d tasted
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