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“Yeah, but—”
“You are no longer involved in the case, got it?” he said sternly.
“Is that because it’s dangerous?” she repeated, not letting it go.
He huffed a frustrated laugh. “It could become dangerous, yes,” he admitted. When he continued it was with uncharacteristic uncertainty in his voice. “But. Mostly it’s because if you’re involved in this case, I can’t be involved with you.” He looked over at her again, trying to read her response.
That was not what she expected him to say at all. “But… I thought you didn’t want anything to do with me,” she said, confused.
He gaped at her disbelievingly. “What part of anything I’ve done made you think that?”
“You werehorrifiedby what we did in the boat.”
“I was horrified by whatIdid. You were under the influence, and I—” he broke off, still looking upset about it. “Afterwards, you started crying.”
“Because you were acting like we’d just done the worst possible thing ever!”
“And if it was something you didn’t want to happen, itwouldbe the worst thing. You thought I was a police officer,” he argued. “And when your brother came to get you, you started crying. You’ve got to be honest with me. Did I hurt you?” he asked, his voice shaking a little at the end.
“No,” she said, suddenly feeling like she wanted to laugh. “I was hurt because I thought you didn’t want me.”
“Are youcrazy?” he said emphatically. “I can’t get you out of my head. Or stop thinking about what we did.” He glanced at her again. “If you’re not interested in me anymore—” he began.
To answer that she leaned across the center console to kiss him, and he caught her face between his hands. A shock ran through her when their lips met for the first time. She pushed closer to him, immediately wanting more of him, but he pulled away.
“Hold on,” he whispered, still cradling her face between his hands, his head bent so his forehead was touching hers. His eyes flicked up to meet hers. “Don’t you think it would be better if we went inside?”
“Yes,” Bianca said, already grabbing her stuff, and reaching blindly for the door handle.
Her driver had pulled up the street and turned around, and he could see them entering her place together.
“Is he going to say something?” Elias asked, his expression tight.
“To my brothers?” Bianca said, letting them into her brownstone. “Definitely.”
She closed the door behind Elias, dropped her stuff on the ground, and went right into his arms without even bothering to turn on any of the lights.
He caught her to him and kissed her, opening her mouth with his, sliding a hand under her shirt. He unclasped her bra with a smooth motion and brought his hand back around, passing his thumb over her nipple. She made a sound in the back of her throat and he smiled through their kiss.
“You told me what you like,” he whispered, putting her back against the door. “I keep picturing what we did in the boat. I keep hearing you.”
He lifted one of her legs and wrapped it around his hip, pressing himself against her. She ground against him, the friction sending a wave of hunger through her.
“I want to touch you,” she said, her hands going to his belt.
She could feel the hard angle of his erection pressing against his clothes and she felt the taunt heat of him through the material. She ran her fingers up him, and then down again, hearing his breath shake and watching him get even harder.
He leaned back and took off his jacket. Bianca saw the straps of a shoulder holster over his button-down shirt, and the gun tucked against his ribs. She paused.
“It’s okay. The safety’s on,” he said, already unthreading his arms from the holster with practiced ease.
She watched him, fascinated, and more than a little awed. “I’ve never touched a gun before,” she said.
He slowed down and carefully wrapped the straps of the holster around the dark metal of the gun. “It won’t go off,” he said, taking a step back. He held the gun in one hand and took her hand with the other. “Does it bother you?”
His eyes were bright with lust and his chest was rising and falling with excited breaths, but he held himself still, waiting for her answer. She took a step toward him, brushing her breasts against his chest.
“Let’s go upstairs,” she said.
