Page 109 of Back in the Saddle

I shrugged. “We’re only on our second case. And it doesn’t seem like this one is going as well.”

“Raye worked that last one for a year. And once you pulled them in, you women figured out your brother was a Shadow Soldier in less than three days. I think your skills are progressing.”

Whoa.

He was right.

We did.

Go us!

“Yeah. Looks like we’re getting better at this gig,” I agreed.

“You own Tinkerbell Disney ears,” he kept at it.

I planted a hand on my hip. “As much as I can conceive of a life that’s all Disney, all the time, since I don’t live in Cinderella’s palace…yet, I’m diversifying.”

“Jesus, fuck,” he muttered.

I didn’t understand that reaction.

Then both his hands threaded in the hair on either side of my head, he turned us to press me against the sink, and held my head steady for the onslaught of his mouth.

I held myself steady by grabbing fistfuls of his tee at his back.

He didn’t end this kiss too soon this time.

Oh no.

We made out in the kitchen until his big hands were up my shirt at my back, covering a lot of territory, and I was enjoying his perusal. That said, most of my attention was on the delightful machinations of his tongue and the fact I had my hands up his tee at his back and was covering my own territory, all of it swells and ridges and heat and hardness.

Totalyum.

Finally, he lifted his head.

I sucked in breath because I needed it.

Make no mistake, I was happy to expire from lack of oxygen when Eric’s mouth was on mine. But since he gave me the opening to extend my survival, mostly so I could get a shot at another one of his kisses (and other things he might give me), I took it.

“Sucks,” he muttered. “I wanna take this further. But what I wanna do to you is gonna take time, I’m hungry, and I don’t want the pastitsio to burn.”

I didn’t want it to either. It had been touch and go about ten times while I was making it, and all that effort wasted would be a bummer.

However, my hands were still on his back, and my curiosity was seriously piqued about precisely what he wanted to do to me, so I was down to make the sacrifice.

“We need to talk anyway,” he said.

That doused some cold water over me.

“About what?” I asked, though I knew.

The ever-present Jeff.

If he’d found him, he would have already told me, so I didn’t reckon the news he had to share was earth-shattering.

Still, I needed to have it.

“First, I know this is just starting to happen with us, but I also think you should know I liked pulling in next to your car in my garage.”

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