Perfect Fit (Serendipity's Finest) - By Carly Phillips Page 0,18
well?” he asked, his gaze more on the swell of her breasts pushing upward from the cups of her bra.
“I know I do.” She let another button slip through. “But you should know something about me.”
“What’s that?” he asked, his voice a harsh croak as her hands hit the last button and her blouse hung open wide.
“I only want what you’ll willingly give.”
Apparently her words appeased him because a sexy smile lifted the corners of his mouth and he reached up, grabbing her wrists, stopping her from slipping off her shirt.
This was the Mike she remembered, calm and in control. The man who fired her blood and stirred her arousal. His dark gaze bore into hers as he slowly lowered his head, leaving no doubt that he intended to kiss her. But instead of his lips landing on her mouth, he turned his head and pressed his cheek against hers. His razor stubble rubbed against her skin and felt warm and good, making her want to cuddle closer.
Before she could act, he latched onto her earlobe, nibbling and suckling until she felt the pull straight down to her toes. He never did what she expected or anticipated. That was also the man she remembered.
The man she still wanted.
He slid his lips from her ear to her jaw, grazing her skin as he slowly worked his way to her lips. By the time he settled his hot mouth over hers, she was shaking with need. And he’d barely touched her. He knew the power of their attraction, understood how to heighten the anticipation, and she loved every second.
He’d worked his tongue lazily inside her mouth and proceeded to devour her. His tongue tangled, sliding against the roof of her mouth, the sides, leaving no part of her untouched. Suddenly his hands came to her hips and he lifted her, carrying her to the kitchen counter, which in this small apartment wasn’t far away.
Once he placed her down, he settled himself between her legs, braced his hands on either side of the counter and leaned in for another kiss. One that was too quick.
“How is it you can be so tough on the outside and yet so damn sweet?” he asked.
His words poked at the barriers she had to keep erected against him, but he made it so hard. Thankfully he kissed her again, devouring her before she could formulate a reply.
He surrounded her, a hot male who smelled good and promised delicious things with his sexy gaze and heated kiss. Liking everything about what he was doing, she wrapped her legs around his waist, locking him in place, and he rewarded her with a groan of approval. And when she threaded her fingers through the silken strands of his hair, his groan deepened, reverberating through her.
He broke the kiss, his breathing rough, then reached for her shirt. He slipped it off her shoulders, trapping her arms at her sides, finally revealing her to his hungry gaze.
Thank goodness she wore a lacy bra and panties when she wasn’t on duty or else this would be a lot more awkward, she thought, unable to suppress a smile.
“What’s so funny?” he asked.
“Just thinking it’s a good thing I wore something sexy,” she said, being completely honest.
He fingered the lacy fabric of her bra with roughened fingers. “That you did,” he said as he drew one fingertip down her abdomen, stopping at her navel.
He leaned in, breathed deep, and pressed a hot kiss to her stomach. Her entire body quivered with need as moisture flooded her panties.
“You taste sweet too,” he murmured, leaving her with an aching yearning for him to fill her, hot, hard, and fast.
“Michael,” she murmured, arching her back and lifting her hips in an effort to tell him what she needed.
“Soon.” The gruff word was a definite promise.
Suddenly the sound of a phone ringing interrupted the heated moment. “That’s mine,” she said, unable to hide her disappointment.
“Don’t move.” He reached behind her and pulled out the cell phone she’d tucked in her pants pocket and handed it to her.
She glanced at the screen. “It’s the station,” she said to Mike, surprised she’d be called now when she was off duty. She freed her hands, hit a button and put the phone to her ear. “Hello?”
“Cara, it’s Andy, the night dispatcher. I thought you’d want to know a call came in from your parents’ neighbors.”
All the warmth in Cara’s body dissipated, and a chill took over. “What did they say?”