Colton 911: Undercover Heat by Anna J. Stewart

Author:Anna J. Stewart
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2020-11-23T16:19:03+00:00

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“You didn’t have to walk me upstairs,” Tatum told Cruz at two in the morning, as they climbed the last of the stairs. “I’m fine once I’m in the door.”

“I needed the stairs to walk off those dogs. Honestly, woman, where do you put it?”

“Onto my treadmill,” she laughed. “It’s currently under a painting tarp, but it’ll definitely get a workout in the morning.” Nerves sparked through her blood. It had been a nice night, under the cold spring stars, sharing gourmet hot dogs by the lake. Heart-wrenching at times, for both of them, but lovely nonetheless. When they reached her door, she stuck her key in the lock and faced him. “I guess this is where I say see you at work tomorrow.”

He nodded. “As much as I’d love to suggest otherwise, I don’t think tonight’s meant for anything else. Besides, I think polishing off those garlic fries canceled out any amorous activity for tonight.”

She smiled. “Actually.” She moved closer to him. “Since we both ate them, the garlic cancels out. They teach you that in culinary school.”

“Do they?” His hands snaked around her waist, his fingers brushing up and under the edge of her shirt. Temptation to slide his hands, his palms, over her smooth, warm skin had him pulling her closer and dipping his head. “I think that’s a theory I’d like to test.”

When his lips claimed hers, she was ready, oh, so ready for this and more. She heard her own moan in the back of her throat as she slipped her arms around his neck, her fingers diving into the soft, silky length of his hair. The more she kissed him, the more she found his beard achingly arousing as his lips and tongue invaded and challenged her to rise up and meet him.

There wasn’t an inch of her that wasn’t overheating like a blast furnace. Reason drained out of her head while desperate thoughts of dragging him inside and into her bedroom threatened to override sense.

How was it that the absolute wrong man at the wrong time could feel so right?

“I should go.” His protest whispered against her mouth. Was it a question? she wondered. “We’re on the precipice of breeching protocol. For both of us.” His gaze bored so deeply into hers she felt as if he’d dragged her into a trance. His fingers stroked the side of her face now, as if memorizing what she looked like. “Tell me to go, Tatum.” He kissed her again, a mere pressing of lips. “Tell me.”

“Go.” The word emerged on a whimper, a desperate, regretful whimper she wanted to pull back, but instead she moved out of his hold and reached for the handle of her door. “I’ll see you at work tomorrow.”

“All right. Lock up when you’re inside.” He reached out, touched her face again. “Tatum?”

“Yes?”

“When this is all over? When the case is closed? We’re going to finish what we’ve started.” She’d never believed anyone more in her life.

Every cell in her body gave a joyous cry of release.

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