Cops And...Lovers? by Linda Castillo

flared hot and deep in his groin. Need ate away at his resistance until it was little more than an annoyance he crushed with a single blow. All he could think of was that he wanted her body closer to his. His mouth against hers. Her flesh beneath his hands.
    She sighed, and her body went fluid in his arms. His lips brushed against her temple. She shifted closer. Sensation crashed over him. Powerful. Shocking. He rode the wave, absorbing her essence, trying in vain to keep from falling into a crevasse he might not ever be able to climb out of.
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    Erin told herself it was just a hug. A comforting embrace given to her by a fellow cop who understood what she was going through. But she knew that wasn't the truth. And she wasn't brave enough to admit just how good it felt to be cocooned in his arms. Or how solid and arousing his body felt against hers. It had been so long since anyone had held her. Since a man had held her. Since she'd let anyone get close enough.
    His hands skimmed down her back, and a shiver swept the length of her. She felt his lips against her temple. The warmth of his breath on her cheek. Her body tingled where he touched her. Warm. Reassuring. More erotic than a kiss. An alarm clanged somewhere in the back of her mind, but she silenced it. This embrace didn't mean anything to either of them, she assured herself. They were cops, bound by understanding and what might one day become friendship. It wouldn't hurt for him to hold her. It wouldn't hurt for her to partake in this one, tiny mistake.
    He shifted closer. For the first time she noticed his quickened breath. The fact that his hands had grown restless, his body hard against hers. Erin knew she should pull away and stop this before things got out of hand. She knew better than to give in to something as foolish as the need to be held, or, heaven forbid, the desire to feel his mouth against hers. Not this man. Not now. But it seemed as if Nick had cast some kind of spell over her. She couldn't move. Couldn't bring herself to deprive her body of his, even if it was the smart thing to do.
    She closed her eyes, fighting the sexual tug, but her body betrayed her, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. She felt his hands at her sides, moving upward, brushing the outer curves of her breasts. Another shiver trembled through her. Then he was cupping her face, his dark eyes seeking hers. She knew what would happen next, and she dreaded it even as anticipation rampaged through her.
    His mouth met hers with devastating gentleness that sent an explosion of desire through her body. A pang settled low in her belly, and she felt herself become aroused. The sheer power of her reaction stunned her, sent a spark of panic to a brain that didn't want to believe she'd met a man who could kiss her with such utter perfection that she forgot who she was. Surely not this small-town cop who, as a man, could never deal with her career.
    Breaking the kiss, Erin moved away from him and stumbled back.
    Nick let her go, dropping his arms to his sides. "I'm sorry," he muttered.
    Embarrassment flooded her as the realization of what had just happened hit her full force. She stared at him, taking in the tightly clenched jaw, the knowledge darkening his eyes, all the while painfully aware that her body wanted more.
    "I shouldn't have done that—"
    "I shouldn't have let it happen," she said simultaneously.
    "I'm your superior, for God's sake." Turning away, he faced the window and stared down at the street below. "I know better than to—"
    "We made a mistake," Erin interjected. "We'll deal with it like adults."
    His expression was hard when he turned back to her.
    "Will we?"
    "Yes." She was still breathless, could still feel the pressure of his mouth on hers, the need crawling inside her.
    "I was out of line," he said. "You were vulnerable—"
    "I'm not vulnerable."
    Lowering his head, Nick cursed. "This can't happen again."
    "It won't," she assured him, but her mind was still