His gaze flickered.“Why wouldn’t you be okay?”He frowned, appearing anxious.“Did the case fall apart or something?”
“No, nothing like that.”I held his relieved gaze.“I just wanted to see you.Make sure you were okay after what happened.”
He hesitated and took a drink of whiskey.Once he’d swallowed, he shrugged.“I’m alive.That’s the best-case scenario, right?”
“You almost died twice in a short amount of time.”My voice was ragged.“That’s got to have you rattled.”
He laughed and held up his glass of whiskey.“You think?”
I moved closer to him, and he watched me.“What happened rattled me more than I’d like.”
“Did it?”He sounded breathless.
I nodded.“Hate to admit it, but yeah.I felt pretty fucking powerless watching Tess point that gun at you.If I’m honest, I can’t stop thinking about it.”
His eyes softened.“It all turned out okay.Nobody got shot and you got your man.Or woman.Both, I guess.”
I gritted my teeth.“But she could have shot you, and I couldn’t have stopped it.”
Spencer set his glass down on the coffee table.“Declan.I’mfine.”
I had a lump in my throat as I stared at him.“But, what if she’d shot you?”
“But she didn’t.”He frowned.
“I know.It just… scared me.”
“Yeah?You were worried about me?”
I nodded.
He smiled and moved to straddle me.I put my arms around his waist and held him close.It felt so good to feel the living warmth of his body and to hear his heart racing beneath my ear.I smoothed my hands up his back, inhaling his clean, masculine scent.
He wiggled closer, but then he grunted in pain.“This position is awkward for my ribs.”
“Oh, shit.Are you okay?”I asked guiltily, pulling back to look at him.
He laughed and slowly got off of me.“Lie down.”
“On the couch?”I toed off my shoes as I spoke.
He smiled.“Yeah, lie down on the couch, Declan.It’s a thing people do.”
“Don’t mock me.I’ve had a traumatic day.”I scooted to where my head was on a pillow that rested against the armrest.“How’s this?”
“Let’s test it out.”He slowly covered my body with his, grinning down at me.“Oh, yeah, this is much better.”
I put my hands on his ass, and he leaned down to kiss me.I tasted the peaty whiskey on his mouth, and he moaned when I slipped my hands up under his T-shirt.The kiss deepened, and we rocked against each other.I hadn’t come here for sex, but we hadn’t fucked since before his accident.We were both hard within minutes.However, I controlled myself from pushing his sweats down and selfishly taking what I wanted.
I cupped his face, feeling unexpectedly emotional as I gazed into his light blue eyes.“I know neither one of us is ready to label this thing we’re doing, but I really do like you, Spencer.”
“I like you too,” he said softly.
I frowned.“But I worry that we don’t really know each other.”
“No, we don’t.”He hesitated.“Although, I know you’re the kind of man who’ll step in front of a gun for me.That’s pretty impressive.”
“Well, I am a cop.”
