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With her bag in one hand, she hurried to the bathroom and closed the door. Sharing another room wasn’t by choice this time but out of necessity. Since the roads leading away from the nearby town were shut down due to the accident, travelers had filled up the rooms quickly. She and Tripp were lucky not to be sleeping in the Humvee.
As it was, sharing a bed with a man she’d kissed long and hard would be difficult.
Especially since those kisses were all she could think about.
Peeling off her boots and clothes and stepping under the spray of hot water brought a satisfied hum to her lips.
She cut it off immediately. God, she sounded as if Tripp were pleasuring her.
Lurid images of the man cupping her hips and parting her thighs to slip his tongue into her pussy left her heart pounding and her fingers inching lower.
She jerked her hand away. What was she doing? She didn’t seek out a meeting with Tripp so she could end up spending hours in the vehicle and two nights with him, let alone fantasize about the things he could do to her.
Those things would be so damn good, she knew just from those brief but scorching-hot kisses. Each pass of his tongue across hers, and the tight way he gripped her, left her aching.
Grabbing the washcloth, she squirted some bodywash—at least it wasn’t that cheap bar of soap the last motel had on offer—and lathered her body. When she brushed the terrycloth across her breasts, her sensitive nipples were already pebbled.
As she dragged it over her pussy, her clit throbbed with arousal.
In a rush, she finished her shower but the entire time she rinsed, dried off and put on new clothes, a soft moan of want hovered at the edge of her lips.
When she stepped out, she expected the TV to be blaring sports news and Tripp to be sprawled out on the bed.
Her stare swept the mattress and she found him perched on the edge, head in his hands.
Her heart wobbled, and she took a step closer. “Bryson?”
His shoulders gave a twitch, and he dug his thumb and forefinger into his eyes. When he looked up, he tried for a neutral expression but she saw the struggle on his face.
Tears glistening in the depths of his eyes left a nick in her heart.
“It’s my fault that this case wasn’t solved sooner. If I had faced my emotions sooner and gone inside that house, I would have found the knife. Then my niece’s memory would be laid to rest finally, my family could have closure…and Caden wouldn’t have been left there to rot.”
In a few steps, she stood in front of him. The force that told her to throw her arms around his shoulders and pull him close wasn’t one she could deny.
With a soft noise, she drew him against her.
“I’m okay.” His voice might have tricked her if she hadn’t already seen him visibly upset.
She continued to hold him. When he dropped his forehead against her chest, she closed her eyes on the strange sensation rippling through her. Arousal was the topmost layer, but under that was a need to put that genuine smile back on his face. And at the bottom—the core part of her—was the urge to offer comfort.
“None of what you saw today could have been easy, Bryson.” Her tone lowered to a softness she never heard herself use. Especially not on the job.
He slipped his arms around her hips. The touch wasn’t sexual in the least yet her panties flooded with need.
When he tilted his head to look at her, his eyes no longer burned with tears but blazed with desire.
Her insides clutched. “I can tell we’re going to do this…”
He spread his hands over her ass. “You mean this?”
“Mmmhmm. But just for the record…I hate you.”
His teeth flashed in a grin. “I hate you too.”
She slammed her mouth down on his. The firm pressure brought a moan to her throat that turned into a squeal when he picked her up and tossed her onto the bed.
“You’re right,” she bit off between swipes of his tongue. “The mattress is bounc—”
