Page 51 of Midnight Secrets

I didn’t know much about police investigations, but it had to mean something that I was involved in his case. It was probably a no-no for us to get involved.

At least I wasn’t a direct witness to Marie’s murder. That would definitely be frowned upon.

So, I pushed my misgivings aside and reveled in the fact that the man who looked like he should be on a billboard, modeling the latest underwear fashions, foundmeattractive.

With a slow, provocative smile, I threaded my fingers into his hair again and gripped the strands, leaning in for another taste of his delectable lips.

It was the catalyst he needed.

The arms banded around my waist shifted, one going beneath my butt to hold me up, and the other snaking up my back to grip my neck.

He deepened our kiss, diving into my mouth for a taste.

Not about to be outdone, I responded in kind, tasting the coffee he had at the hospital while we waited. It paired perfectly with the taste ofhim.

Heat built in my belly, flooding my limbs. Need pulsed throughout my body.

In the back of my mind, my sanity screamed at me. That some of what I was feeling was from the painkillers. I wasn’t normally this… uninhibited. Making the first move wasn’t my thing. Ever. Even if I could tell a man was interested.

But if I got results like this, I needed to try it more often.

Ozzie nipped at my bottom lip, sparking an electric jolt that went straight to my core.

A soft whimper escaped me. Oh, I wanted more.

The sane part of my brain broke through the lust fog again, yelling, “What are you doing? We don’t do this sort of thing! You barely know this man.”

Doubt filtered in. My rational side was right. Casual relationships weren’t my thing.

Even if the man looked like sin and could kiss like he had a Ph.D. in it.

I wrenched my mouth away, breathing heavily. “I think”—I swallowed hard, then continued—“we need to slow things down.”

Chest heaving, he nodded. With a couple of long strides, he moved to the bed and lowered me to the mattress to sit, then let go.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know what got into me.” Ozzie shoved a hand into his hair, smoothing the strands I’d mussed.

“Don’t apologize. I didn’t say I didn’t like it. Just that we need to take it down a notch.”

“You’re part of my investigation. I can’t?—”

“I’m not a witness. Not really. I didn’t see her murdered. Just found her.”

“Well, someone thinks you did.”

I frowned at the reminder of the break-in at my house the other day. “We don’t know that for sure.”

“Why else would someone break into your house? I don’t believe in coincidences, Claire.” Some of the need left his expression, replaced by the hard-edged cop.

“Well, I do. Until you can prove that’s why someone broke in, I’ll consider all possibilities.” Not wanting to argue or give him more time to think of reasons why we shouldn’t get involved, I changed the subject. “You said you were going to get me food, yes?”

For several seconds, he just gave me a hard stare. Then he blinked and blew out a breath. When his eyes opened, the edginess was gone and the more affable Ozzie had returned.

“Yeah.” He gestured to the white sack on the desk. “A burger and fries, as requested.”

Immediately, my mouth watered. Vinnie’s had the best burgers.

Ozzie crossed to the desk and took out a wrapped burger and a paper packet of fries. Bringing them to me, he set them on the nightstand, then went back for napkins and a can of soda.

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