the
linen closet.” He grinned when she laughed. “You can’t get lost in this small
apartment.”
“Baby, not to
worry,” he said, taking two giant steps back to the bed before leaning down and
kissing her lips with a loud smacking sound. “I can’t get lost with my training.
I’ll always find a way back to you.”
With that, he
left her on the bed, feeling more alive than she ever had. And wondering what
to do now about Lt. Miller Daly.
Oh, Emma
wasn’t going to believe how this was turning out.
Chapter Nine
Peering
inside Cambrie’s small freezer, Miller made a mental note to hit the grocery
store and prepare a real meal for the amazing woman sitting only inches away on
a kitchen stool.
“Told you,”
Cambrie’s voice interrupted his perusal. “Choice of frozen pizza or mac and
cheese. I never claimed to be a chef. Guess I should’ve warned you that there’d
be no five-star accommodations if you came here. I’m sorry, Miller.”
He shut the
fridge door and faced her. Now didn’t she wear the cutest little pout? Although
he really wanted to spank her for worrying like that. “Cambrie, I came to see
you. Not your apartment, not your freezer. You, baby.”
For emphasis,
or maybe because he just couldn’t keep himself from touching her, he pulled her
from the chair and into his arms, staring at her lovely face. Her long, dark
brown hair was mussed from their lovemaking. He could imagine grabbing a
fistful, tugging her head back to bare her slender neck and sinking his teeth
into her delicate skin.
Those light
brown eyes staring up at him had been dancing all night with amusement and
sparkling like stars. He loved that the most, mesmerized by just looking into
the wide brown circles, knowing the lust was all for him.
God, he would
never think about librarians in the same way again! He liked the wild woman
under that polished exterior. Thoughts of silently fucking her in the bookracks
at her library roared his imagination to life.
The sex toys’
empty box sat on the counter, and he could see it in his peripheral vision and
remembered each toy awaited them in the bedroom. He looked forward to using
each one of them with Cambrie.
But first,
they needed to fuel their bodies for the lovemaking he planned for the rest of
the night. “I vote for pizza. Quick and easy,” he said.
“I second
that vote,” Cambrie replied, slipping past him to remove a box of French bread
pizza from the freezer. “They’re microwavable so we’ll save some time.”
“Oh?” He
maneuvered his arms around her waist and kissed the indent between her shoulder
and neck. “Save time for what?”
The apartment
was a bit chilly but the heat between their bodies was unmistakable.
She giggled
at his kisses, pressing her fingers on the keypad to start the microwave
buzzing. When she turned into his embrace, a slap of lust hit him like a sucker
punch to the gut. His cock had remained in a semi hard state since they’d left
the bedroom and now came back to life, the hard length of him pushing against
his boxers and into her belly.
Her soft eyes
studied him, a hint of confusion hidden in the frisky brown depths. “For making
love again. Don’t you want to? I mean if you’re tired then, of course, we could
just wait and—”
He couldn’t
listen to another word and swallowed the rest in a kiss. Was she insane? Why
the fuck would he ever want to sleep when this gorgeous woman kept him in a
state of constant arousal just by standing next to her? How the hell he was
expected to sleep in her bed with her naked body—and she damn well would be
naked—all cuddled against him was beyond him.
She purred
under his hold, the simple soft sighs reverberated through her sleek body and
tickled his hands where they massaged her back. Her innocence shone through
each touch like a bright beacon on the sea. But wasn’t that what drew him to
her? How she could walk the fine line of classy and wild?
Breaking
linen closet.” He grinned when she laughed. “You can’t get lost in this small
apartment.”
“Baby, not to
worry,” he said, taking two giant steps back to the bed before leaning down and
kissing her lips with a loud smacking sound. “I can’t get lost with my training.
I’ll always find a way back to you.”
With that, he
left her on the bed, feeling more alive than she ever had. And wondering what
to do now about Lt. Miller Daly.
Oh, Emma
wasn’t going to believe how this was turning out.
Chapter Nine
Peering
inside Cambrie’s small freezer, Miller made a mental note to hit the grocery
store and prepare a real meal for the amazing woman sitting only inches away on
a kitchen stool.
“Told you,”
Cambrie’s voice interrupted his perusal. “Choice of frozen pizza or mac and
cheese. I never claimed to be a chef. Guess I should’ve warned you that there’d
be no five-star accommodations if you came here. I’m sorry, Miller.”
He shut the
fridge door and faced her. Now didn’t she wear the cutest little pout? Although
he really wanted to spank her for worrying like that. “Cambrie, I came to see
you. Not your apartment, not your freezer. You, baby.”
For emphasis,
or maybe because he just couldn’t keep himself from touching her, he pulled her
from the chair and into his arms, staring at her lovely face. Her long, dark
brown hair was mussed from their lovemaking. He could imagine grabbing a
fistful, tugging her head back to bare her slender neck and sinking his teeth
into her delicate skin.
Those light
brown eyes staring up at him had been dancing all night with amusement and
sparkling like stars. He loved that the most, mesmerized by just looking into
the wide brown circles, knowing the lust was all for him.
God, he would
never think about librarians in the same way again! He liked the wild woman
under that polished exterior. Thoughts of silently fucking her in the bookracks
at her library roared his imagination to life.
The sex toys’
empty box sat on the counter, and he could see it in his peripheral vision and
remembered each toy awaited them in the bedroom. He looked forward to using
each one of them with Cambrie.
But first,
they needed to fuel their bodies for the lovemaking he planned for the rest of
the night. “I vote for pizza. Quick and easy,” he said.
“I second
that vote,” Cambrie replied, slipping past him to remove a box of French bread
pizza from the freezer. “They’re microwavable so we’ll save some time.”
“Oh?” He
maneuvered his arms around her waist and kissed the indent between her shoulder
and neck. “Save time for what?”
The apartment
was a bit chilly but the heat between their bodies was unmistakable.
She giggled
at his kisses, pressing her fingers on the keypad to start the microwave
buzzing. When she turned into his embrace, a slap of lust hit him like a sucker
punch to the gut. His cock had remained in a semi hard state since they’d left
the bedroom and now came back to life, the hard length of him pushing against
his boxers and into her belly.
Her soft eyes
studied him, a hint of confusion hidden in the frisky brown depths. “For making
love again. Don’t you want to? I mean if you’re tired then, of course, we could
just wait and—”
He couldn’t
listen to another word and swallowed the rest in a kiss. Was she insane? Why
the fuck would he ever want to sleep when this gorgeous woman kept him in a
state of constant arousal just by standing next to her? How the hell he was
expected to sleep in her bed with her naked body—and she damn well would be
naked—all cuddled against him was beyond him.
She purred
under his hold, the simple soft sighs reverberated through her sleek body and
tickled his hands where they massaged her back. Her innocence shone through
each touch like a bright beacon on the sea. But wasn’t that what drew him to
her? How she could walk the fine line of classy and wild?
Breaking
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