‘You drive me insane.’Her voice cut like a razor’s edge.
‘Good.Means we’re even.’
And then it happened—
He didn’t mean to move.
And there was no plan.No permission.Just heat and hunger.
Where suddenly, this wasn’t a stake-out anymore.It was the start of something a whole lot messier.
One second, she was glaring at him like she wanted to gut him with her pen, the next—
He was right there.
Over the line.
Finn had crossed it without thinking.Without planning to.And without permission.
And in the next breath his mouth was on hers, hard and hot, in a kiss that told her there was nothing careful about it.
It wasn’t even polite.
It was the kind of kiss that shoved everything else aside, like swiping a tabletop clear of paperwork, while ignoring the reasons why they weren’t supposed to want this.Why they were bouncing heat off each other with enough sparks to start a bushfire.Matching words and wits, making him want her in ways he should never want someone again.
But she didn’t pull away.Hell, she dragged him closer, her fingers curling into his shirt like she’d tear through the fabric to get to his bare chest.
Their kiss… It wasn’t soft.It wasn’t sweet.Just two stubborn forces smashing together, trying to crush whatever the hell this tension was building between them since the first time she’d challenged him.The glares, the snaps, the snarls, and slammed doors, to keep them circling, only to clash with lips and tongues thirsting for that taste.
To hell with it, he kissed her until she whimpered, until his pulse pounded through his veins.In a kiss where clothes were suddenly too tight, too hot, with the need for her nails to scratch across his skin.And that scent, that crazy combination of outback sunset andherwas driving him off that ledge.
He was one step away from dragging her to his swag, while bunching her shirt in one fist and stripping down those jeans to make her moan his name.All in the name of control that had long left the building.
God, he wanted to watch her fall apart.Wanted to feel it.Own it.Growl through it.
His body hardened, dragging her closer.
And then—
They broke apart.
Breathing hard, she stared at him.‘Was that supposed to shut me up?’
He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.‘Did it?’
She scoffed.Picked up her pen from the dirt.‘Not even close.’
But he was close enough to feel the heat off her skin, and to see the pulse kick at her throat.
They didn’t speak.
Only the sounds of their breaths slowly settling, as the sting of that kiss lay raw on his lips, with her taste on his tongue, that he’d never forget.
Then the radio crackled.
‘Hey, Bossman?’Stone’s voice cut through, with the sound of a helicopter in the background.‘Romy and I are on our way.’
Finn moved to the troopy and reached for the handset like nothing had happened.Like he hadn’t just nearly devoured the federal investigator in front of him.
