brow in silent question. Her answer was to close the distance, pressing her lips against his.
As soon as she felt the pressure of his lips, she moaned, melting into him. Her arms slid around his neck, and he twisted so that she was pressed against the cushions of the sofa.
His tongue slipped between her lips, and she welcomed the silkiness gliding over hers. Her body awoke, causing her nipples to tighten and her legs to press together, instinctively responding to him.
He tasted of wine and spices, delicious and daring. She felt her body falling backward, but it was a slow descent and their lips never left each other. Rolling slightly, he lay with his back against the cushions, her body stretched out on top of his. One of his strong arms banded about her middle, and the other hand clutched the side of her face, angling her head slightly so that their tongues had the maximum potential for pleasure.
This was no hurried fumbling, no quick kiss that seemed to be just a precursor for sex. Instead, this was a slow, drawn-out seduction that left her panting and needy for more. Her hand moved to the buttons on his shirt, but with her wrist splinted, she found it difficult to undo them. She continued until she managed to work several undone. While she was busy with his shirt, his hand that had been around her back had moved to the bottom of her sweater, his fingers slipping underneath the material. As his hand lifted, her body twitched where his fingertips lightly moved over her skin.
Shifting again so they were side-by-side, their legs tangled, and his hand drifted from her back to her side. Startling, she jumped and he smiled.
“Ticklish?”
She nodded, whispering, “Yeah. It’s one of my secrets.”
His fingers drifted around her stomach. “Not sure I can hold back discovering your body, secrets or not.”
Her thigh slipped between his legs as she pressed her hips against his, feeling the long, hard length of him against her stomach.
She felt his groan from deep inside his chest move through her and pulled him closer. Her breasts, aching with need, longed for his touch. He did not disappoint as his hand now drifted upward, his fingertips gliding over her bra, circling the silk covering her nipples.
Glad that Sandy had provided her with condoms in case he did not have any, she whispered, “Do you want to take this into the bedroom?”
He groaned once more, and she interpreted that as an affirmative. Just as she started to slide off of him, she felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. Her eyes jerked open wide, and he cursed under his breath.
“I’m sorry, babe.” His voice was rough as he groaned.
She shook her head, and he pulled his phone from his pocket, glancing down. “Fuck.” He sighed, taking the call. “McBride.”
She stood, uncertain for a moment that her shaky legs would hold her. Once steady, she picked up their now-empty wine glasses and carried them to the sink, wanting to give him a little privacy for his conversation. As small as her apartment was, it was not hard to discern that his call was from the station.
“Where? How long ago? Have you contacted Detective Miller?”
She heard him disconnect and looked over, seeing the fierce expression on his face. “You have to go.” Her words were a statement, not a question because she already knew what he needed to do.
He stood, scrubbed his hand over his face, then adjusted himself in his pants. Nodding, he held her gaze and his voice was ragged. “I’m so fuckin’ sorry, Harper.”
Rushing to him, she placed her hands on his chest, looked up at him, and shook her head. “Please don’t apologize, Sean. Honestly, I understand. This is your job. This is what you have to do.”
He sighed heavily, his breath warm against her face. “Yeah, it is, but that doesn’t make leaving you right now any easier.”
“I know you might not be able to tell me, but I’m assuming since you got called in, it looks like arson?”
He nodded his response.
Her shoulders sagged. “I’m sorry.”
“How about if I call you tomorrow?”
She smiled, her eyes bright. “That’ll be fine.”
Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her body close to his. Her head leaned back, holding his gaze, and he dipped to take her lips again. “When I call tomorrow, we’ll set our next date. I plan on passing all of your tests.”
She gave his waist a squeeze before letting go and stepping back.