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Eva started coughing …or maybe she was choking.
"Uh-huh, people kiss when they’re married.” Charlie was adamant.
“Well, from where I’m sitting, it’s the opposite. They stop kissing when they get married.” He wanted Eva to not seem so horrified to have made out with him on her front porch.
"Nuh-uh," Charlie said, shaking his head. "You have to kiss girls when you marry them. I seen it on TV. And my daddy kissed my mom when they got married. I got a picture of them doing that."
Jake realized he was losing this conversation.
"Charlie," Eva said, clapping her hands. "Bed. Now."
"Okay," he said, slipping back into the house, the door closing with a snick.
"Jesus," Eva breathed, lifting a shaking hand to her face.
"He's funny."
''That wasn't funny. It was horrifying. What person loses her head that way?"
"Someone who's turned on," Jake said, moving toward her. He put a hand on her shoulder.
"Don't," she said, shrugging away his touch. "You can't. It's too much. We can't do this. Jesus, what's wrong with us?"
He shrugged. He didn't know.
All he could think was it was the dissatisfaction with his life. Or could be he was horny. Or maybe he’d lost his marbles. Or something. Because he’d just about slid his hand into Eva's panties.
And, damn it, he'd really wanted to slide his hand beneath those tiny lace panties.
"We can't ever do that again," she said, crossing her arms as if she could protect herself from him. As if that would work. "We work together. We're friends."
"Yeah. Of course.” What else could he say? She was right. He didn't even know if there were restrictions on dating within the department. Never had to worry about that with an all-male team.
And even if it didn't violate policy, was it a good idea? Couldn't be. He couldn't fathom working beside the person he'd slept with the night before.
He swallowed at the thought of sleeping with Eva. God help him, but he wanted her. All of her. Beneath him, around him, on top of him. On the bed. In the shower. Bent over the kitchen counter. All of her. But he wouldn't, couldn't, shouldn't let it happen.
Bad, bad idea.
"So we're making a… pact? No more kisses," Eva said.
He nodded. "Yeah. I mean no. No more kissing."
"Good."
"I should go."
"Yeah," she said, looking out at his truck parked in the drive and then back at the door she'd closed. "I'll see you on Tuesday."
"You'll be in?"
"Yeah. Your mother's letting Charlie stay with her when I'm on. She's a lifesaver."
"She is," Jake agreed, moving down the steps, his ardor cooling in the night, cloaking him. "See you."
"See you," she said with a wave.
He climbed into his truck as she slipped back into the house, turning on the porch light.
