gravitated toward them to one horrible night in her life when she had been helpless and afraid.
She dated them once or twice and it was easy to keep them at armâs length.
Not a single one of those men in five years had ever made her feel as if the world was new and bright and wonderful, as if she were new.
Cade wasnât safe. A woman would be foolish to make the mistake of thinking he was. He was hard, dangerous, and could overpower her in a second, regardless of all her self-defense training.
Despite that, she wasnât afraid for an instant. She wanted this moment, this night, to go on and on forever while the globe lights gleamed overhead and the river rushed by beyond the trees and she was aware of each precious beat of her heart.
* * *
S OMEWHERE IN THE murky corners of his brain, warning bells were sounding but Cade ignored them.
Wynona was soft, warm and tasted like heavenâlike vanilla and plump strawberries and luscious, sinful cream.
He couldnât think straight when she sighed under his mouth, when she wrapped her arms around him and pressed her delicious curves against him.
She was so tough most of the time, brisk and no-nonsense in her uniform, and he found it incredibly seductive to know that beneath all the layers she showed to the world hid this warm, sweetly enthusiastic woman who trembled when he kissed her and kissed him like she couldnât get enough.
He couldnât either. He wanted more and more and more. He wanted to lay her down on the warm, moonlit grass and lose himself inside her.
Some careful barrier he had never fully been aware of seemed to have toppled between them. The risky situation todayâthose terrible moments when he had been so terrified of losing herâhad shattered it into ruins.
He felt some weird inevitability, as if they had both been holding their breath for a long timeâyears, evenâwaiting for this moment.
She murmured his name against his mouth on a sigh and the breathless sound of it rippled down his spine as if her fingers had trailed over each ridge.
He wanted them there, her fingers on his skin, everywhere. Forget the grass. He would take her inside where he had a big, comfortable bed. They could spend all night exploring each other, learning each otherâs secrets and celebrating that she was so gloriously alive.
Anticipation and hunger coiled inside him and he was just trying to work out the logistics of moving them both in that direction when his phone suddenly rang, the sound ringing through the night like a freaking piercer siren.
He froze, his breathing ragged and his thoughts tangled. She went still as well, blue eyes hazy with desire.
All too soon, his brain kicked into gear and reality crashed into him like an 18-wheeler. He mentally churned through every swearword he knew and none of them seemed nearly strong enough. What was he doing? This was Wyn in his arms. His officer, his friend, John Baileyâs daughter.
He was so totally screwed.
All these weeks and months and years of keeping his attraction to her under control and he threw everything away the moment her soft, tantalizing mouth touched his.
Yeah, she had kissed him firstâfor about half a second before he had devoured her.
He closed his eyes, wishing more than anything that they could stay wrapped around each other out here on a sweet June evening and forget the rest of the world existed.
The phone rang again, a harsh reminder of all the responsibilities he had just ignored for a few fleeting moments of lust.
âI...need to take that.â
She eased away from him, her eyes still a little unfocused and her mouth swollen and lush from his kiss. She looked tousled and aroused and his body surged with hunger.
âOh. Um. Right.â
She leaned against the table while he pulled his phone out of the pocket of his cargo pants. He knew from the ringtone it was the police station.
âYeah? Emmett here.â
âSorry to bug you
She dated them once or twice and it was easy to keep them at armâs length.
Not a single one of those men in five years had ever made her feel as if the world was new and bright and wonderful, as if she were new.
Cade wasnât safe. A woman would be foolish to make the mistake of thinking he was. He was hard, dangerous, and could overpower her in a second, regardless of all her self-defense training.
Despite that, she wasnât afraid for an instant. She wanted this moment, this night, to go on and on forever while the globe lights gleamed overhead and the river rushed by beyond the trees and she was aware of each precious beat of her heart.
* * *
S OMEWHERE IN THE murky corners of his brain, warning bells were sounding but Cade ignored them.
Wynona was soft, warm and tasted like heavenâlike vanilla and plump strawberries and luscious, sinful cream.
He couldnât think straight when she sighed under his mouth, when she wrapped her arms around him and pressed her delicious curves against him.
She was so tough most of the time, brisk and no-nonsense in her uniform, and he found it incredibly seductive to know that beneath all the layers she showed to the world hid this warm, sweetly enthusiastic woman who trembled when he kissed her and kissed him like she couldnât get enough.
He couldnât either. He wanted more and more and more. He wanted to lay her down on the warm, moonlit grass and lose himself inside her.
Some careful barrier he had never fully been aware of seemed to have toppled between them. The risky situation todayâthose terrible moments when he had been so terrified of losing herâhad shattered it into ruins.
He felt some weird inevitability, as if they had both been holding their breath for a long timeâyears, evenâwaiting for this moment.
She murmured his name against his mouth on a sigh and the breathless sound of it rippled down his spine as if her fingers had trailed over each ridge.
He wanted them there, her fingers on his skin, everywhere. Forget the grass. He would take her inside where he had a big, comfortable bed. They could spend all night exploring each other, learning each otherâs secrets and celebrating that she was so gloriously alive.
Anticipation and hunger coiled inside him and he was just trying to work out the logistics of moving them both in that direction when his phone suddenly rang, the sound ringing through the night like a freaking piercer siren.
He froze, his breathing ragged and his thoughts tangled. She went still as well, blue eyes hazy with desire.
All too soon, his brain kicked into gear and reality crashed into him like an 18-wheeler. He mentally churned through every swearword he knew and none of them seemed nearly strong enough. What was he doing? This was Wyn in his arms. His officer, his friend, John Baileyâs daughter.
He was so totally screwed.
All these weeks and months and years of keeping his attraction to her under control and he threw everything away the moment her soft, tantalizing mouth touched his.
Yeah, she had kissed him firstâfor about half a second before he had devoured her.
He closed his eyes, wishing more than anything that they could stay wrapped around each other out here on a sweet June evening and forget the rest of the world existed.
The phone rang again, a harsh reminder of all the responsibilities he had just ignored for a few fleeting moments of lust.
âI...need to take that.â
She eased away from him, her eyes still a little unfocused and her mouth swollen and lush from his kiss. She looked tousled and aroused and his body surged with hunger.
âOh. Um. Right.â
She leaned against the table while he pulled his phone out of the pocket of his cargo pants. He knew from the ringtone it was the police station.
âYeah? Emmett here.â
âSorry to bug you
Similar Books
