I duck inside for a second and come back with a tray of chocolate-covered fruit. Annabelle’s eyebrows lift.
“Since when do you own anything that isn’t protein powder or beer?”
“Since this morning when the woman behind the counter told me these were a good aphrodisiac,” I say, setting the tray down.
She laughs, picks up a chocolate strawberry, and holds it out. “Open.”
I obey. Because apparently that’s who I am now. The strawberry melts in my mouth. She watches me too closely.
“My turn,” I murmur, feeding her one. Her lips close around it slowly, cheeks warming.
She settles beside me, legs brushing mine. “This is… really nice.”
“Nice?” I tease. “Careful. I might get a big head.”
“You already have one,” she fires back, smiling.
I chuckle, sliding my hand over her thigh. “Say something I don’t know.”
She looks at me for a long moment, eyes soft, voice dipping low. “Fine. Here’s something… these chocolate-covered fruits are delicious, but you in that suit? Absolutely scrumptious.”
That’s all I need.
I scoop her up. She wraps her legs around me, fingers gripping my shoulders.
I carry her inside.
She laughs, breathless. “Where are we going?”
“To makenot making plansworth your time.”
Chapter twenty-one
Annabelle
He sets me on the edge of the bed, hands braced on either side of my hips like he’s caging me in. My jeans press into the mattress, and suddenly I am acutely aware I’m still fully dressed.
He looks me over slowly.
“You in jeans,” he murmurs, low and sinful, “is gonna be the death of me.”
I smirk, hooking a finger in his belt loop. “Solve the problem, detective.”
His exhale turns ragged. “Oh, I’m solving it.”
He pulls my sweater up, impatient, not rough, and I lift my arms. It flies somewhere behind him.
His eyes drag down my body like gravity itself is jealous.
“Fuck, you look good,” he mutters.
I laugh breathlessly. “You remembered.”
He groans softly, one of those sounds that shoots straight between my legs.
Then he kisses me again, hard, deep, and hungry. His hands slide into my hair, down my back, and under the band of my bra.
“Take it off,” I whisper.
