Desire (Desire, Book 1) - By Missy Johnson Page 0,27

god I’d shaved my legs yesterday. I imagined my hairy legs would have been somewhat of a turn off.

“Just so you know, I don’t do this often.” The unexpectedness of his comment made me laugh. I suppose it was good that he didn’t make a habit of sleeping with people related to his cases.

“Often?” I repeated, raising my eyebrows. I’d have preferred ‘never’.

“You know what I mean.” He slapped my leg gently, rolling his eyes. “I’m not in the habit of sleeping with random women, especially when they are connected to a case.”

“So now I’m some random chick.” I smiled as he rolled his eyes again. “Some random chick who finds you incredibly sexy.” I whispered, nibbling on his ear. God, even his ears were sexy. Who has sexy ears?

“Really.” He chuckled, pulling me over until I sat on top of him. His hands gripped my ass. I could feel his hardness pressing against my entrance. I leaned down and kissed him, strands of hair that had escaped from the bun caressing his face.

“Don’t you have to get back to work now?” I teased sweetly, while gently rocking myself back and forth against his erection. “Catching criminals and all that?”

“Don’t you have to pick your kids up?” He retorted. I groaned and pulled myself off him.

“Way to kill my mood.” I grumbled, picking up my discarded jeans and worming my way into them. “Oh, you find this amusing, do you?” I glowered at him as he laughed loudly.

“I guess you could say this is kind of how I felt last night.” He mused, reaching for his own pants. He stood up and buckled his belt. “Not that I’m into revenge. An eye for an eye. That’s not me.” He grinned. Without warning, he grabbed hold of my arm, and spun me into his arms. My nipples hardened as they brushed against his naked skin. My finger traced his tattooed arm.

I waited for him to kiss me again, my lips aching to be caressed by his. My heart pounded as his soft, sweet lips enclosing over mine. I felt like I could kiss him forever.

“My god you’re a good kisser.” I smiled, stealing another kiss as he smiled at me.

“Kait. This was great. You are great. I’ve had so much fun with you.” He hesitated.

“But…” I pushed, sensing his reluctance to continue his thought.

“But you’re also part of my major case. This can’t happen again.” I shrugged, as if I didn’t care.

Only I did. Deep inside, I felt used and hurt. He may as well have slapped me across the face. It would have been less shocking. The worst thing was that the last thing I needed right now was a relationship, but I couldn’t deny I had feelings for this guy that ran deeper than just sexual gratification.

Devon winced, as if replaying his words in his mind. “No, that came out totally wrong. What I meant was-.”

“I get it. It’s cool. You’re investigating my mother’s disappearance. Conflict of interest and all that.” I pulled away from him, trying to act all nonchalant. The truth was I couldn’t think clearly when I was up against him, skin to skin. I could barely think properly when he was in the same room as me.

“Um, you better go. I really have to pick the kids up.” I refused to let him see how hurt I was. I was five minutes away from tears. I needed him gone. Now.

“Kait…” He stared at me helplessly.

“It’s fine.” I repeated, this time with a small smile. I walked to the door, hoping he would follow. He did. He stood for a moment, not speaking, before finally walking out.

“I’m sorry, Kait.” I smiled again and shut the door in his face. By now I felt angrier than I did upset.

Could he not have told me all that before we’d had sex?

After a quick shower, I shot out the door, already ten minutes late for picking up the kids.

Chapter Thirteen

“You’re late.” Neri shot me a look as she climbed into the front seat. Obviously I wasn’t the only one in a mood. What was her problem? Hopefully it was different to mine.

“Sorry Neri, I got distracted. How was school?” Neri shrugged, and stared out the window. I felt as though all the progress we’d made over the past few weeks had gone out the window since we’d had our little talk yesterday. We were back to old Neri who barely managed more than two words.

I stopped outside the kinder