Page 24 of Room for Three

“How touchy you are. The kisses.”

Hurt flashes in her eyes making me feel like an asshole. “Did Travis tell you what I told him?”

I may be a cop, but it doesn’t automatically give me the skills to lie in an interrogation. I’m sure my face gives her the answer.

“Unbelievable.”

She jerks out of my grip and storms over to the other side of the car. I groan, run my hands through my hair, and stalk after her. It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

“Savvy,” I growl, stopping the door before she can close it. “Don’t be like that.”

Her head whips around so she can glower at me. “Like what?”

“Pissed off because…”

“Because what, Cole? Say it. Don’t dance around the subject. I’m not a child.”

Right now, she doesn’t look like one at all. In fact, with her furious glare, she reminds me of a few women after I broke things off with them.

“Sweetheart,” I murmur.

She stands back up, putting her body right in front of mine. Her finger jabs up at my face. “That is a problem.”

I frown in confusion. “What?”

“You call me sweetheart and say it with such…longing.” Her eyes water and her bottom lip trembles. “You want me. I can see it. But you force yourself to behave. Why?”

Because it’s the right thing to do.

Instead of saying that, I reach up to touch my thumb to her lip to keep it from quivering. She relaxes at my touch and her eyes turn soft. I hate that I love my effect on her.

“Things are weird between us because you feel it too,” she murmurs. “Why can’t we just let things evolve how they want to?”

I slide my thumb off her lip and cradle her cheek in my hand. My forehead rests against hers. Maybe she can somehow see all the rampant, confusing thoughts inside my head.

“I had a bad day,” she whispers. “I saw you and it was suddenly better.”

Fuck, she’s breaking my heart.

“I want to make you happy,” I say in agreement. “I don’t want to be the reason you’re upset.”

She tilts her head up until her breath tickles over my lips. “Then stop fighting this current between us.”

Her lips meld to mine and I freeze, unable to move a muscle. A tiny gasp of content escapes her. It wakes my body up. On instinct, I part my lips. Our tongues meet in a tentative swipe that sends buzzing ripples of pleasure down my spine and straight to my balls.

She tastes sweet like sugar.

I don’t even like desserts, but whatever flavor she is, I want seconds and thirds.

I’m dizzied by how right it feels with my tongue lashing against hers. Her palms have found my chest, rubbing up and down over my pectoral muscles. My cock is achingly hard, and I know she feels it pressed against her stomach.

She bites on my bottom lip and tugs, causing me to groan with need. One of my hands finds her perky ass, and I pull her against me. The feel of her body on my throbbing cock makes me see stars.

I curse against her lips when I feel her hand drift down between us. A wave of pleasure explodes through me she palms my cock over my jeans.

Fuck, this feels good.

So good.

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