Gone From Me: Hearts of the South, Book 10 by Linda Winfree

sun. At his truck, she leaned on the door and looked up at him. “You look tired.”
    “It’s been a long day.” He scuffed a hand over his neck and rested his other hand against the truck. “I’ll take you back for your car and follow you home.”
    “A long, weird day.” She was in no hurry to move, though. This was the closest they’d been in months, physically and emotionally, and she wasn’t ready to give that up yet. “Are you hungry?”
    “I could eat.” He frowned. “I don’t think we ever did lunch today.”
    She shook her head. “We didn’t—”
    A siren’s chirp interrupted her, and she jumped. The silver Charger purred to a stop next to them, and Troy Lee lowered the window. “See you in the morning, Bennett? A little after five?”
    Rob actually smiled. “Yeah.”
    A boyish grin lit Troy Lee’s face, and he lifted a pair of fingers. “Remember—two things.”
    “Got it.” Rob chuckled, and with a wave, Troy Lee drove away.
    Amy relaxed against the truck door once more. “What was that all about?”
    “Advice.” Rob shifted his stance, resting his weight against his elbow rather than his hand. The action brought his body closer to hers. Even with the steamy heat of early evening around them, she soaked in his warmth.
    “Advice? About what?”
    “Us.” He twirled a strand of hair that had escaped her loose knot around his finger. This close, she could see the light stubble darkening his jaw and drink in the scent of him. The layer of soap under male sweat reminded her of being wrapped up with him, naked in their bed, and long-forgotten desire warmed low in her belly.
    “What was his advice?” Her voice emerged breathy and a little shaky. Did he feel this too?
    “One was to kiss you more often.”
    Oh, she really liked the sound of that. “And the second?”
    “The second?” Rob lowered his head, mouth close to her ear. Oh, yes, he felt it, with that familiar throaty growl of arousal in his voice. “That I should get back in your bed.”

Chapter Five
    The breath she’d been holding whooshed out. “Oh.”
    “That’s all you can say? ‘Oh’?” A lazy smile shaped his mouth, and he continued that slow twirl of her hair around his finger. He cast a glance back at the department, his smile taking on a rueful tinge. “I really want to kiss you right now, honey, but this isn’t the right time or place.”
    “You’re right about the place.” She ached, her whole body tingling with the anticipation his nearness and words were building. “It feels like the perfect time, though.”
    Surprise widened his eyes before his lashes fell. “You want me to kiss you?”
    She fiddled with his collar above the flak vest. “More than you know.”
    He took one last look at the building behind them. “Ah, the hell with it.”
    Before she fully registered his moving, he shifted to face her, both hands braced on the truck, bracketing her neck. He lowered his head and feathered his mouth over hers, a soft barely-there caress that did nothing to soothe the palpable ache she felt for him. On a moan of pure need, she softened into him. He gripped her waist, fingers painfully tight in their urgency. “God, Amy, I’ve missed you.”
    The rough whisper shivered over her, and in reply, she licked at his upper lip. He groaned, weight sinking into her, pinning her, only making her want more. She cradled his head in both hands and surged up into him, opening her mouth against his. On another groan, he deepened the kiss and pulled her closer. Oh, she’d missed him, too…
    He broke the kiss, breath coming heavy. With a gentle finger, he traced her lower lip, nose resting next to hers. “I’ve definitely got to kiss you more often.”
    “Yes.” The single syllable was all she could manage, with the gentle whisper of his fingertip kissing the corner of her mouth.
    “Come on.” He trailed that maddening finger along her jaw. “Let’s go home.”
    In the truck, she watched his hands while he