Drained (Edgars Family #6) - Suzanne Ferrell Page 0,79

me,” he said and darted to open the car door, unlocking hers from his side.

“I’m pretty sure you won’t have to worry about me trying to manipulate you like that,” she said, lifting Stanley into her lap and opening the bag of bacon flavored dog treats to give him one.

“Oh really? And why not?”

“Because I’m pretty sure you’re immune to my feminine wiles,” she said, with another husky laugh.

Like hell he was, he thought, shifting his seat to adjust his suddenly tighter jeans. “Not sure I’d agree with that statement after our kiss last night.”

“So, what now?” she asked, turning in her seat towards him.

With the rain pounding on the car and streaming over the windows blocking some of the light from the service stations fluorescent lights and her looking at him so earnestly with those big blue eyes, the intimacy of the front seat of his car took over his good senses. The need to touch and taste her hit him like a three-hundred-pound lineman on the snap of the football. He slipped one hand up behind her neck and pulled her closer, claiming her mouth with his.

She came willingly, opening her lips to let him slide his tongue inside, then teasing him with her own. His heart rate kicked up several paces and his cock grew even thicker against the fly of his jeans. The temperature in the car rose and he hadn’t even started the engine. When her soft hand cupped the side of his face, he leaned into it, keeping the pressure on her mouth, willing her to understand just how much he wanted her, wanted to be with her.

Reaching his other arm out, he pulled her closer, wanting to feel her breasts pressed against his chest.

“Yip!”

They jumped apart.

“Oh, did we squish you?” Brianna said, holding Stanley up to her breasts and soothing him.

“Guess we forgot he was here,” Aaron said with a bit of harsh chuckle as he ran his hand over his neck to keep from reaching for hers again.

She smiled one of those half-whisper ones she seemed to save for him.

Leaning back against the driver’s door he studied her. Even in the dimmed light filtering into the car, he saw the light pink on her cheeks. Probably stupid of him, but knowing he put that blush on her face stroked that inner caveman he tried very hard to keep hidden around her. She’d had too many guys in her life try to protect and dominate her. What he wanted from her was so much more.

“Now that we got that out of the way,” Brianna said and that smile got a little more teasing, which of course made him want to repeat the kiss even more, “what are we going to do about finding Steroid Kyle?”

And, back to business.

“The rain is coming down steady and will probably keep going all night,” he said, looking out the rearview mirror at the empty street behind them.

“The store manager seemed to think that Steroid Kyle hung out in that abandoned building behind this place.” Brianna nodded in that direction. “What if he’s in there right now?”

“True. But Steroid Kyle isn’t the only one who uses that place as a flop house. The last thing I want to do tonight is search a possible drug den full of addicts or homeless people on a rainy night.” Especially with his only backup being a very sexy, smart woman and one ferocious, scrawny little pup.

“What if the killer has already killed him and deposited him there? He did that with Art. If one of those people taking shelter in there finds a posed body, won’t they disturb the crime scene? Destroy some evidence we might need?”

She was right and they both knew it.

“Tell you what we’ll do,” he said turning on the car and pushing the windshield wiper button before reaching for his phone. “I’m going to get a few patrol cars to come down and do a sweep of the place. They can roust anyone inside and if they find Steroid Kyle alive, they can put him protective custody. If they find a body, then we’ll preserve the crime scene and spend another night with the Crime Scene investigators.”

“If they find a body? Aren’t we going to go in, too?”

He punched in a number on his phone and waited for the dispatcher to pick up. “Nope.”

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“You are so lucky,” he said as he hooked the sprayer nozzle up to the disinfectant container. “Because of the rain, you’re going to