When Robbie was inside the flat too, I pushed the door shut, muffling the sounds of the street. Then I pounced. For once, I pushedhimagainst the wall. Desperate hands ghosted over the lines of hard muscles that did something so visceral to me. I stood on my tiptoes and pressed my lips to his, desperate and hot. He groaned against my lips.
I grabbed his t-shirt and pulled at the hem, trying to get it off of him, but it was impossible to pull it off his seven-foot-tall frame from my far smaller height. With a low chuckle, he gently moved me away, just a little, then pulled the t-shirt off, revealing muscles that could crush walnuts, grate cheese, and perform other culinary delights.
I traced the lines of his abdomen with my fingertips. ‘Fuck, you’re hot,’ I told him.
‘I’m glad you think so,’ he replied, ‘but if you’ll indulge me, there’s something I’ve been needing to do.’
‘Oh yeah?’
He prowled into my kitchen, opened the fridge and pulled out a can of Dr Pepper. ‘You didn’t have a can today at dinner,’ he noted.
‘No,’ I admitted. ‘Mum had only just put one in the fridge. It was too warm.’
He picked up the can and brought it over to me. Eyes flashing with a teasing light, he pressed the can to the fevered skin of my neck. ‘This one’s cold.’
I gasped at the feel of the cold condensation battling the heat of my skin. ‘It is.’
‘I want to know what it tastes like,’ he growled, voice low.
I blinked. ‘Oh. Well. Go ahead. Open it and have a sip.’
‘I’m not drinking from a can, Stacy,’ he said patiently, waiting for me to catch on. ‘I’m drinking from you.’
‘From me?’ My pulse skipped. The challenge in his voice was unmistakable. I never backed down from a challenge.
‘Take a sip,’ he growled. ‘I want to drink it from your lips.’
It was a good thing he wanted me to have a drink, because my mouth was suddenly dry, and other parts were very wet. I lifted the can and opened it. The crack sounded like a shot in the quiet room. Then, with his eyes on me, I took a sip of the dark fizzing liquid. The sweet, spiced flavour lingered on my tongue.
Robbie watched me the entire time … too intently, too hungrily. He was going to consume me, and I was so ready for it.
He stepped in, one hand cupping my jaw, the other curling around my waist. His voice dropped to a murmur. ‘Now, Inspector … share nicely.’
He pressed his full lips to mine and I moaned. The kiss was slow and deliberate, tasting of cherry and curiosity, of something dark and far more addictive. His lips brushed mine once, then deepened the contact, coaxing rather than claiming. The faint fizz of carbonation sparked between us, and he hummed low in his throat – a pleased, surprised sound that sent a thrill down my spine.
When he finally pulled back, his silver eyes were dark, his smile predatory. ‘Sweet,’ he rumbled, ‘delicious, and dangerously addictive.’
‘Me or the drink?’ I asked, breathless.
‘Both. Definitely both.’
He held the cold can to my lips again, and I sipped obligingly. As I held the fizzing liquid in my mouth, he pressed his lips to mine and invaded, stealing the drink from me. The sound of him swallowing the liquid down was obscenely sexy.
Man, I was in so much trouble. I had it so bad for this man.
‘Delicious,’ he repeated. ‘I can see why you like it.’ He looked at me. ‘You’re wearing too many clothes, Inspector.’ He helped me out of my jacket and tossed it on the back of the sofa. Then he peeled my t-shirt off me and chucked it somewhere. I didn’t care where it went, just that I could finally feel his skin against mine.
We exchanged a hungry kiss, and I wanted more. More than ready. I’d been dreaming of this moment since I met this man, with his predatory air and eyes that saw to the heart of me.
‘Bed,’ he murmured as he manoeuvred us expertly into my bedroom.
We left the half-empty can of Dr Pepper forgotten on the counter, fizzing softly into the quiet.
‘Dispatch to Wise,’ my radio blared from its charging station.
‘Shit,’ I muttered as I climbed out of the bed, leaving Robbie-the-heater alone as I padded naked into the other room to answer.
‘This is Wise.’
