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Strong arms wrapped around her. Warm, firm arms that hauled her up against a very hard, muscled body.
As she tipped her head to look up at Bryson, the air punched out of her lungs. He tugged her even closer until his body heat scorched through her layers of clothes and teased her skin.
He issued a quiet groan as if he were the one who’d nearly face-planted into the snow. “You’re taller than I thought.”
She blinked. “I…”Want you. Naked and moving inside me.“Still hate you.”
She sounded so out of breath. This was the worst possible time to feel attraction for any guy, let alone one who wasallwrong.
He hovered over her, leaning closer until his lips were inches away and slid one hand lower on her spine to pull her even tighter against him. The unmistakable bulge in his jeans left her panting with want.
She stared at his mouth—firm lips that took her breath away when he smiled. And when he wasn’t smiling, she could easily visualize what his enemies must see right before their lives flashed before their eyes.
Drawing in a breath was a mistake because all she could smell was him. Even that cheap motel soap he’d used in the shower smelled good when mixed with his personal manly scent.
“I really…” She darted her tongue over her dry lips.
“Hate me. I know.” He dropped his mouth closer.
The wind gusted at them, causing the trees around them to shake off the icy flakes sticking to the branches. When snow plopped on her shoulder, it broke the moment.
As she stepped away from Bryson, her body retaliated by popping a thousand goosebumps as if her skin was still reaching for him.
Oh god, that was close. Too close for her sanity.
She couldn’t kiss him. He was a suspect under investigation. The minute she let down her guard and gave up control to a man was the minute she might as well hand over the case to someone else because nobody would take her seriously, least of all Bryson.
And when did she start thinking of him as Bryson anyway? Maybe she had when she hit him with the vehicle, but she was rattled then. He wasTripp.
She saw him differently now, though. She could only see the man who was shaken up after seeing those photos of his loved one and who had frozen at the sight of the weapon hidden under the carpet.
She hated how affected he was in that moment—she’d seen the internal battle raging in his eyes before he walked out. His strong emotions…shook her up.
Crap—she still had to collect the knife too, and she didn’t want him in the room when she did. She could slip into the house and do that before grabbing the flashlights. “I’m…”Going to find it impossible to stop thinking about your mouth. On every part of my body.“Going to the vehicle.”
He nodded but didn’t try to stop her or go himself. When she walked away from him, his fists were clenched at his sides, as if he wanted to grab her again and maybe follow through with whatever put that look on his handsome face.
ChapterNine
Tripp hadn’t felt so knotted up over a woman in a long time. What was it about Alexia? She was pretty enough. Beautiful, even. But he’d been with plenty of striking women and none of them affected him like this.
Part of him already knew the answer to that question. He wanted to prove her wrong about him. He didn’t want to be seen as a killer in her eyes.
Did she really think of him that way? The woman had wanted that kiss just as damn bad as he did. Maybe she got a thrill from thinking he could commit a crime like that.
He scrubbed a hand over his face. Neither the brisk wind nor the reason they were out here in the woods in low light conditions wiped the thought of capturing Alexia’s lips from his mind.
She switched on a flashlight and handed it to him.
“I was capable of turning it on myself.” Great—he was grumbling. That was a bad sign. When he got too pent-up—in this case, in need of release—he got grumpy.
A tendril of straight hair blew across her face, and she swiped it away with a gloved hand. The action made him want to grab her hand and remove her glove just to feel her body heat.
Right before he placed her hand over his dick.
He growled, and her gaze shot to his. A heartbeat pulsated between them.
“Why don’t we search in a grid pattern?”
