Page 85 of Rescue Me (Tempting SEALs 6.10)

“Do you really think there’s a prayer we can make this work?” she asked, snuggling close against him. “I mean … case in point … this case. We’re butting heads like bighorn sheep again.”

“What I think,” he said against her hair, “is that I’ll never forgive myself or you if we don’t at least give it a try.”

Yes. They needed to try. She only hoped it would be enough.

One month later

“DAMMIT, ELENA, YOU can’t do this!”

Elena looked up from Larry Olson’s desk where they’d been conferring on the fine points of a brief to see Seth—all six long, rangy feet of him—stalk into the DA’s office.

He looked lean, mean and mad. Typical.

“Must you always make an entrance, Detective?” she sputtered as every head in the common area turned at Seth’s bull-seeing-red stance.

One by one, office doors circling the central pool opened. Heads popped out, saw the thunder in Seth’s cobalt-blue eyes and made hasty retreats back to the relative safety of their cramped office quarters.

“I take it you have a problem, Detective King?” Elena straightened and met him eye to eye.

“Damn straight, I do.”

“What a surprise.”

His eyes burned into hers, all pissed-off male with a bone to pick.

“Fine. Let’s take this into my office. No need to disrupt the entire building.”

“We can take it anywhere you want to. But we’re going to do this now.”

Same old Seth, Elena thought, as she turned and walked with the easy gait of a woman who had all the time in the world. Inside she was quaking. “Follow me.”

She received a surly grunt for her efforts but he followed her. He was right on her heels as she reached her private office, opened her door and stepped aside for him to enter ahead of her.

Then she joined him. Closed and locked the door behind her, steeling herself for the confrontation to come.

“You’ve got a lot of nerve barging in here like this.”

He caught her up against him and dragged her into his arms. “Door’s closed, babe. You can drop the act.”

“You were supposed to be here an hour ago,” she murmured urgently, wrapping her arms around him and sinking into his greedy mouth.

“Couldn’t be helped,” he whispered around long, hungry kisses before finally tearing his lips away from hers. He smiled against her mouth. “Damn, I needed that.”

She looped her arms around his neck, content in a way she’d never thought she could be. “That makes two of us.”

“You really think we’re fooling them?” He backed across the room, walking her with him until his hips bumped the corner of her desk.

He perched on the edge of the desk, made a place for her between his spread thighs and drew her tightly against him.

“Oh, they’re definitely guessing. I mean … you show up here a lot these days, you know.”

He lowered his mouth to her neck, reached up to loosen the pin holding her hair in a neat little knot on the top of her head. “A guy’s got to do what a guy’s got to do. This suit drives me crazy, you know.”

“It’s a plain black suit,” she pointed out as he peeled the jacket down her shoulders and helped her shimmy out of it.

“That’s what I mean. Plain black over a body that’s anything but plain. Umm.” He worked the buttons on her white blouse. “Take for instance, this bra.” He reached for the front clasp and flicked it open, peeled the lacy cups away from her breasts. “It’s a miracle of modern engineering.”

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” she pointed out breathlessly as he lowered his head and pinched an erect nipple between his teeth.

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