Controversy by Adrianne Byrd Page B

you walk around in wet boxers?”
    He’d hoped not, but he was still unsure what was and wasn’t appropriate. Quickly, Kyson decided to err on the side of caution and tied the robe closed before sliding out of his underwear, but he did do so with his eyes locked on Michael’s.
    Her smile inched higher before she glanced down. “Ooh, Armani. On a cop’s salary?”
    Heat scorched its way up Kyson’s neck. “They were a gift from my sister,” he said.
    â€œSister?” She placed the boxers in the washing machine, threw in some detergent and started it. “Do you have any idea how sad it sounds that your sister buys your underwear?”
    He chuckled. “You said this robe was for your brother.”
    Mike shrugged. “That’s different.”
    â€œHow?” he barked, incredulous.
    â€œMy brother is gay.”
    Kyson’s laughter faded.
    â€œI guess my first question should be—are you gay?”
    He started laughing again. “No.”
    â€œBisexual?”
    â€œNo.”
    â€œOn the down low?”
    â€œNo.” He captured her gaze again and then moved toward her until her breasts pressed against his chest and his steel-rod erection pressed against her soft belly. “I’m one hundred percent straight. I love women.” His gaze traveled down to where he had a damn good view of the double D’s she was carrying. “I especially love voluptuous beauties who tease too much.”
    Kyson, in a startling move, picked Michael up and sat her on top of the washing machine. “Now suppose we stop all this playing around and get down to business?”
    She didn’t respond, but he certainly had her attention. Brute strength had that effect on her.
    It also had a way of turning her on.
    â€œWhat are we doing here tonight?” he asked, standing in between her legs. “Did you really bring me in here so you could dry my clothes or…” Kyson leaned forward and brushed his lips against hers like a feather. “Are we going to play games all night?”
    This was the moment Michael had been waiting for since Detective Fine showed up at her door. Now that it was here, she didn’t feel so confident.
    She was giddy.
    Hot.
    Nervous.
    â€œMaybe we should start off by removing this,” he said, playing with the hem of her gown. He allowed a few seconds of silence to lapse, plenty of time for her to say no.
    When she didn’t, he pulled the gown up and over her head. He was blown away by the glorious vision before him. Rich, luscious feminine curves beckoning for his touch, caress and kiss.
    And he was anxious to get started.
    Pleasure rushed through Michael at seeing Kyson’s open approval. So much so, she could feel her confidence dripping back into her blood. She deserved a hot, onetime fling, didn’t she?
    Her love life didn’t need to end because she was staring down the barrel at forty and was divorced. She was still a woman with needs; needs that had been ignored for far too long.
    Michael reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra.
    Kyson gasped, stared for what felt like eternity before his strong hands roamed up her thighs, up the sides of her hips and then finally over to cup her full breasts.
    She gasped, quivered and pulled his head forward so she could ravish his lips in a hungry kiss.
    Instead it was he who ravished her.
    From the moment his tongue delved into her mouth, she was lost. He tasted like Godiva and was as intoxicating as the strongest brandy. And good Lord, she loved the way the pads of his fingers kept circling her hard nipples.
    Delicious.
    He was the first to break the kiss, giving her time to drag precious air into her lungs. He lifted one of her breasts and locked his lips around the tip.
    Michael’s head eased back while her eyes closed so she could concentrate on his soft suckling and she could peel the new robe from his shoulders.
    Kyson marveled at how the angel