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“Mmm. Not bad, Gray. Not bad at all.” A ghost of a smile tugs at his lips, daring me to feel hopeful.
“Really?”
He nods at the plate. “Try them.”
I scoop up a forkful of eggs and take a bite. To my surprise, the scrambled eggs taste nearly as good as Grandma’s. A thrill races through my body, as though I just summitted a mountain or jumped out of an airplane.
“Good, huh?” The corner of his mouth is tipped up, flirting with a full-blown smile.
I don’t think.
I leap at the man, throwing my arms around his neck and hugging him tight as I squeal in delight. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” Somewhere in the midst of my exhilaration, it occurs to me that our bodies are pressed together at nearly every point. Garrett’s arms are around my back, holding me against his muscular frame. Though he’s hard as fucking steel, he’s also warm and inviting. His embrace is far more comfortable than it should be, which only adds gasoline to the fire already burning between us.
Those stormy eyes darken as they meet mine.
His hand scoops beneath my jaw, lifting my chin. Suddenly I can’t remember all the reasons I’ve been fighting what’s between us. I don’twantto fight it. Surrendering sounds so much better. So, I do.
Our lips collide in a hungry frenzy. Every cell in my body zings to life with the cataclysmic kiss. I comb my fingers up the back of his head, winding myself tighter around him. As though I can’t possibly get close enough with all these damn clothes between us. His warm hands roam greedily up and down my back, my arms, my sides.
As we say to hell with oxygen and deepen the already passionate kiss, his hands drop to my hips. He guides me in a sort of dance until my ass is backed up against the counter. My fingers are furiously working at the buttons of his shirt as he lifts me up. I hear the rattle of a fork against a plate, but scrambled eggs are the least of my concerns.
I wrap my legs around his hips as his greedy mouth explores my neck. When I finally get his shirt unbuttoned, I slide it off his shoulders. With only his thin white undershirt, there’s no hiding the distinct cut of muscle. Along with protecting the town, the man must spend a lot of time lifting weights. Fuck, he’s strong.
A moan escapes my lips.
“You want me to stop?” he asks, his voice ragged and husky.
I reach around his jeans with both hands and get a good squeeze of his very sexy ass. “Don’t you dare.”
Garrett’s quiet laughter causes my already damp panties to completely soak through. It wouldn’t be the first time that’s happened because of him. But it is the first time he’s here to do something about it.
His rough hands slide beneath my shirt, peeling it off and tossing it away. “You’re trying to kill me, Gray,” he growls, those dark eyes drinking in my light pink bra.
“Not at all,” I tease, snaking an arm around his neck and pressing my forehead against his. We’re both breathing raggedly, as if we’d been chased inside by an angry moose. With my other hand, I cup his very prominent erection through his jeans. My memory wasnotdeceiving me. This man is packing. “I very much want you alive for what I have in mind.”
“Say the word, Gray, and I’ll fuck you right here on my kitchen counter.”
Running my fingers around his neck, I give the man my best seductive smile. “Do your worst, Chief.”
Our lips come crashing back together as his hands work furiously at the clasp of my bra. Oh my god, I’m going to fuck the police chief. The scowly, sexy, definitely-has-it-out-for-me cop that’s been plaguing my lusty, sleepless nights for more than two months.
The clasp of my bra pops free.
Garrett gets a solid handful of boob before I hear the shrill ring.
His mouth descends on my nipple, and I whimper.
The shrill ring sounds again. “Garrett—”
He rocks his rock hard length against me, and I nearly explode from the contact. My shaky fingers reach for the top button of his jeans.
Another ring.
“Are you—are you sure you—you don’t need to—” I moan as his teeth scrape against my very sensitive nipple. I arch into his touch, willing this moment to never end. My hands slide up inside his white shirt, desperate to feel his hot skin against mine.
The shrill ringing is accompanied by a vibration this time. I spot a phone on the other side of the sink, about to buzz its way right onto the floor. “Garrett—thephone!”
As if snapped from a daze, he leaps for the phone before I falls. Untangling from me in half a second. I feel his absence the second the cool air hits my nipples, bringing to light just how much heat the two of us created.
