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“Baltimore? What’s going on in Baltimore?”
“Nothing that I can share with you, but I want you to listen up, okay?”
I nodded as he sat on the sofa and pulled me onto his lap.
“Slate and I leave for Baltimore on Tuesday. We’ve been working on this investigation for months and hopefully, everything will be resolved during this trip.”
“How long will you be there?”
“Possibly a week, maybe longer if complications arise.”
I didn’t like the sound of that one bit.
“I’ll call you if I can, but you can’t call or text me, understood?”
“I don’t do that now, Taz. I’m cuddly not clingy, in case you haven’t noticed.”
“I do see that and I appreciate it,” he replied, smiling at me as he brushed my hair from my forehead.
“I will miss you, though,” he said softly, almost as if he was saying it more to himself than to me.
My heart did a double back-flip for the first time ever.
“I’m sure I will miss you, too. I might even worry, if that’s allowed.”
“I don’t want you to worry,” he said. “Because if I know you are worrying, then I’ll be distracted, you see?”
“I think I understand. So, then I will not be worried if that’s not allowed.”
“It’s not,” he stated firmly, kissing the tip of my nose.
That was all it took.
Within moments we were tangled up all over each other making out like a couple of teenagers on the sofa.
His hands had my sweater up over my head, his lips and tongue were teasing my breasts, and his fingers plying at my nipples, squeezing them just enough to bring pleasurable pain, if that’s possible.
My hands were fumbling with the zipper on his jeans; frantically trying to spring his cock free so that I could feel that very soft skin with my fingers.
He was groaning softly, his lips now pressed against mine, his tongue furiously searching for mine as I nearly had it out.
The sound of the front door being unlocked and Slate’s loud voice bellowing my name caused us to freeze in mid-motion.
I frantically tried to sit up to get my sweater pulled down, accidently kneeing Taz in the crotch when I did. I heard him stifle his curse as my hand flew up to my mouth in horror.
“Sorry, sorry,” I whispered hoarsely, managing to get my sweater pulled down.
I ran my fingers through my hair as Taz took a seat beside me, crossing his legs to hide his erection.
I tossed a magazine over to him from the coffee table to further help camouflage his current condition.
I rose from the sofa, going to the refrigerator as if I was getting a soda when Slate made it to the kitchen carrying Bryce.
“I didn’t hear you come in,” I lied.
Slate scrunched his forehead in disbelief.
“I hollered for you,” he said.
