you.”
She touched a fingertip to the middle of his bottom lip and trailed it along the line of his throat. “I love you too.” An impish smile curved her mouth. “Now get naked and ravish me before your son wakes up.”
“Gladly.” He pulled his shirt over his head before he reached for hers. Leaning forward, he kissed her, delving into the silky moistness of her mouth. He palmed the outer curves of her breasts, a little fuller and lusher now that she nursed their child. “You’re beautiful.”
Her fingers were all over him, from his shoulders to his pecs, down his abdomen and up his spine. He groaned and skimmed the loose pants from her hips, taking her brief panties with them.
She reached for his belt. “You haven’t even taken your gear off.”
“Don’t care. Get it later.” He dipped a hand between her legs, her sudden gasp kicking his own arousal up a notch. He slipped one, then a second finger inside her. “Holy hell, you’re wet.”
“You do that to me. Hurry, Tick.” She shoved his khakis and boxer-briefs down his thighs. Cuffs rattled, keys jingled and his holster thudded on the floor as he kicked free of the pants. He lowered his head to nuzzle at the side of her neck, just below her ear at the sensitive spot he knew set her on fire every time, and circled his fingers, brushing his thumb across her clitoris. On a muffled moan, she parted her thighs and pulled him down, arching into him. “Please.”
The phone rang, its shrill tone tearing through the thick desire in the room. She tensed beneath him.
“We’re not answering that,” he said, slumping, the mood already slipping away. He rested his elbows on the bed, his brow pressed to her sternum.
“We have to. You’re on call, remember?” She stretched to grab the offending object from the nightstand. Tick rolled away to stare at the ceiling. Whatever it was, it had better be damned good. “Hello? Yes. He’s here. Hold, please.”
One hand over the receiver, she met his gaze. “It’s for you. An Allison Barnett.”
He bit off an oath and reached for the phone. What the hell did Allison want, anyway? He cleared his throat and tried to make sure his voice was even. “Hello?”
“Tick, hey, I’m so sorry to bother you at home.” Remorse coated her breathy voice, and he closed his eyes, a pang of regret over his anger pricking at him. The woman had come face to face with a skeleton under her house. Being freaked out was probably normal under those circumstances.
“It’s okay.” He sat up and caught Caitlin’s lifted eyebrow at his words. He shook his head and mouthed “work” at her. “What can I do for you?”
“I really hate to ask but I need to get in the house. Some of Willow’s school stuff is in her room and I don’t want her to be without it. She’s still adjusting to being in a new school and she’s so conscientious. Not having her books would be terrible for her.” She paused a half second and he swallowed a curse. “Is there any way you could…”
“I’ll meet you there in about fifteen minutes.”
“That’s fabulous. Thank you so much. I’ll see you in a little while.”
The phone went dead.
“Damn it.” He dropped it on the bed and bent to gather his clothes. “I won’t be gone long. I promise.”
“Who was that?” Caitlin reached for her T-shirt, and he tugged it out of her hands.
“No way. You stay here, just like you are and wait for me to get back.”
She pulled the garment free. He sighed as she slid it on. “So where are you going?”
“Her house is a closed crime scene, and she needs her daughter’s school books. I have the damn keys to the house.” He stepped into his slacks and tucked his shirt in.
“Allison Barnett?” Caitlin frowned as she slipped on her yoga pants again. “I’ve heard that name before.”
Foreboding slithered down his spine. “I doubt it. She’s been gone from here forever.”
Caitlin pulled up one knee and rested her chin on it, her brow
She touched a fingertip to the middle of his bottom lip and trailed it along the line of his throat. “I love you too.” An impish smile curved her mouth. “Now get naked and ravish me before your son wakes up.”
“Gladly.” He pulled his shirt over his head before he reached for hers. Leaning forward, he kissed her, delving into the silky moistness of her mouth. He palmed the outer curves of her breasts, a little fuller and lusher now that she nursed their child. “You’re beautiful.”
Her fingers were all over him, from his shoulders to his pecs, down his abdomen and up his spine. He groaned and skimmed the loose pants from her hips, taking her brief panties with them.
She reached for his belt. “You haven’t even taken your gear off.”
“Don’t care. Get it later.” He dipped a hand between her legs, her sudden gasp kicking his own arousal up a notch. He slipped one, then a second finger inside her. “Holy hell, you’re wet.”
“You do that to me. Hurry, Tick.” She shoved his khakis and boxer-briefs down his thighs. Cuffs rattled, keys jingled and his holster thudded on the floor as he kicked free of the pants. He lowered his head to nuzzle at the side of her neck, just below her ear at the sensitive spot he knew set her on fire every time, and circled his fingers, brushing his thumb across her clitoris. On a muffled moan, she parted her thighs and pulled him down, arching into him. “Please.”
The phone rang, its shrill tone tearing through the thick desire in the room. She tensed beneath him.
“We’re not answering that,” he said, slumping, the mood already slipping away. He rested his elbows on the bed, his brow pressed to her sternum.
“We have to. You’re on call, remember?” She stretched to grab the offending object from the nightstand. Tick rolled away to stare at the ceiling. Whatever it was, it had better be damned good. “Hello? Yes. He’s here. Hold, please.”
One hand over the receiver, she met his gaze. “It’s for you. An Allison Barnett.”
He bit off an oath and reached for the phone. What the hell did Allison want, anyway? He cleared his throat and tried to make sure his voice was even. “Hello?”
“Tick, hey, I’m so sorry to bother you at home.” Remorse coated her breathy voice, and he closed his eyes, a pang of regret over his anger pricking at him. The woman had come face to face with a skeleton under her house. Being freaked out was probably normal under those circumstances.
“It’s okay.” He sat up and caught Caitlin’s lifted eyebrow at his words. He shook his head and mouthed “work” at her. “What can I do for you?”
“I really hate to ask but I need to get in the house. Some of Willow’s school stuff is in her room and I don’t want her to be without it. She’s still adjusting to being in a new school and she’s so conscientious. Not having her books would be terrible for her.” She paused a half second and he swallowed a curse. “Is there any way you could…”
“I’ll meet you there in about fifteen minutes.”
“That’s fabulous. Thank you so much. I’ll see you in a little while.”
The phone went dead.
“Damn it.” He dropped it on the bed and bent to gather his clothes. “I won’t be gone long. I promise.”
“Who was that?” Caitlin reached for her T-shirt, and he tugged it out of her hands.
“No way. You stay here, just like you are and wait for me to get back.”
She pulled the garment free. He sighed as she slid it on. “So where are you going?”
“Her house is a closed crime scene, and she needs her daughter’s school books. I have the damn keys to the house.” He stepped into his slacks and tucked his shirt in.
“Allison Barnett?” Caitlin frowned as she slipped on her yoga pants again. “I’ve heard that name before.”
Foreboding slithered down his spine. “I doubt it. She’s been gone from here forever.”
Caitlin pulled up one knee and rested her chin on it, her brow
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