Page 67 of To Catch a Latte Thick as Thieves

“What?” he asked.

“You have...” She pointed to the top of his head and giggled. Fisher scooped off the bubbles with one hand and blew them at her. She smacked them away with a splash. Fisher stuck his chin in the water and came up with a big beard of bubbles.

He looked ridiculous and she couldn’t hold in her laughter. Had she really thought he was too rigid? It was so much fun to play with him. She felt as if she were three years old as she rediscovered the joys of bath time. She stuck her chin in the bubbles and came up with a beard of her own. Fisher howled.

“I always wanted to make love to a bearded woman,” he said with a wicked wink. And then he reached for her. The steam rose and the water sloshed over the side as they kissed and splashed, enjoying the feel of one another and the powerful feelings between them.

Fisher reached for the big fluffy towels sitting beside the tub. Pulling Annie to her feet, he wrapped a towel around her and took one for himself.

“The room is freezing,” she said as she shivered into her towel.

Fisher lifted her out of the tub and pulled her close. “I’ll warm you up.”

“How?” she purred, trying to sound seductive.

“Well,” he said, stepping closer and reducing Annie to a state of breathless excitement. “I could order some hot chocolate from room service.”

“Oh, you,” she growled and leaned into him. She began to kiss his neck and his laughter turned into a hiss.

“Fisher?” she whispered against his ear.

“Uh-huh.”

“Could you ask them to put marshmallows in it?” she asked and stepped back, leaving him dazed and bewildered.

She took three steps before he scooped her up and carried her to the bed.

“Cute, very cute,” he said as he settled in beside her.

Annie wrapped her arms around his neck as he proceeded to kiss her senseless. Fisher was the most amazing man she had ever known. They were so different and yet there was a connection, an understanding of one another that neither could explain. They were like two halves of a whole. With different strengths and weaknesses, they balanced each other.

Annie felt a passion with Fisher that she had never before experienced. He was gentle and kind, but also determined and aggressive. It was a heady mix that left her weak in the knees every time he touched her.

When he kissed her like he was now, with such single-minded concentration, she was lost. Every caress of his mouth against hers left her dizzy and craving more. She wanted to feel more of him, be closer to him, and touch every bit of him. It was as if she would never get enough of him, of them, of this.

“Annie-girl,” he whispered into her ear. “I want this to be—”

Fisher’s cell phone rang.

“What?” she asked, sensing by his tone that it was important.

The phone rang again. Fisher’s dark brown gaze met hers and she could see a seriousness in his eyes that made everything inside of her pause.

The phone rang for a third time, and she said, “You’d better get that.”

Fisher grabbed the cell phone with a curse. He kept one arm wrapped about her, preventing any escape she might have made.

His side of the conversation was full of terse one word questions with a variety of colorful curses thrown in. It wasn’t good news. He ended the call and tossed the phone aside.

“We have to go,” he said.

“Perp on the move?” she guessed.

“Yeah,” he grunted. He rolled over, trapping her beneath him. “I have to say this guy is really getting on my nerves.”

Then he planted a long, bone wilter of a kiss on her. Annie felt the heat of it scar her all the way down to her toes.

“Let’s go,” he said and hopped off of her to retrieve his clothes from the floor.

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