Message received. I push him back against his car and cover his body with mine. Every point of contact is vying formy attention. Then he opens his mouth, and nothing else exists.
I slide my tongue into his mouth and chase down the sweetness that suddenly fits him perfectly. Every stroke of his tongue raises the temperature until all I feel is heat. My hand travels from the back of his neck to his hair. I take small satisfaction in messing him up—my perfect Dr. Elliot.
I grab at his hair and pull his head back to adjust the angle so I can plunge my tongue into his mouth easily. He moans, and I get the encouragement to explore his tight, muscular body thoroughly.
Fuck, he’s so hot. This sneaky bastard with his innocent looks and sharp comments. I bite his lower lip. Not too hard, but to make him feel it. Feelme.
His body rubs against mine firmly, some parts more firm than others. Not that I have any leg to stand on. I grind my thighs against his erection, and he makes a noise closer to a squeal than a moan.Fuck, I want to hear that again.
Then he’s backing up, his mouth moving away from mine. I chase it. I can’t take the space right now. Not when he’s prone to disappearing every minute he’s not right here in my arms.
He kisses me back, but slowly with a closed mouth. Then pulls his head back, our bodies still welded together.
“Fuuck, I have to go, Nicholas,” he says.
And this time I let him pull back. But just far enough so he can explain.
My hand stays tangled in his hair, and the other on his ass. It takes everything in me not to squeeze.
“You have to go,” I say, my breath heavy like I just came back from a long run.
“Ireallydo,” he says, sounding just as apologetic as I feel.
I drop my hands and take a step back. I hate when his hands slide away, too. He looks sufficiently ruffled, and that sends a fresh wave of heat through my body.
I did that. Made him look so disheveled, his T-shirt slightly untucked, mouth red and swollen, hair all over the place.
I studiously ignore my own appearance and the tent in mypants. “Reply to my texts,” I say. It comes out throaty.
He snorts. “Send reply-able texts then.” His smirk is back, but it’s softer.He’ssofter. Fuck, I’d give anything to find out just how soft I can make him when I have time.
But I laugh and let him get into the driver’s seat even though I’m only forty percent sure he’s not ditching me because I said no the last time. That would be fair, though. And sohim.
I watch him drive away until I can’t anymore. Then I drag myself back to my car. Everything in me is telling me to follow him back to his house. I can get another glimpse if I do. I don’t even have Mickey, so no responsibilities.
I start the ignition. This is such a bad idea.
Chapter Fourteen
Murder Scenes, Missing Pieces, and Major Breakthroughs
Nick
Waking up to a buzzing phone is never pleasant. It’s especially unpleasant when you slept late because you couldn’t get the lips of the first man you ever kissed out of your mind, and you had to relieve all the tension that eventually built up. More than once.
That thought should have been unpleasant in itself because I shouldn’t be going around kissing the fuck out of a man I’m supposed to be interrogating, even if it’s unofficial and for something as minor as lying. But it’s not.Fuck, it’s not.
Then again, it isn’t like I was taking advantage of Elliot or something. The guy doesn’t do serious relationships. But he was definitely into all the making out we did. He’ll hopefully be into doing more than that. A lot more than that.
Because one thing is clear, I’ll not rest until I get to the bottom of what’s up with him. And if I’m spending time with him, we’ll be doing a lot more than just making out. Remembering that dazed expression on Elliot’s face, it’s inevitable, really.
No time to think about Elliot’s expression right now, Nick.
I’m just happy I successfully convinced myself to driveback to my place instead of following Elliot like a damn puppy.
I pick up Serena’s call, because the woman does a lot of questionable things, but calling at ass o’clock in the morning just to chat isn’t one of them.
“Hey, I’ve sent you an address. Be there in the next hour,” she says, getting right to the point. Iknewthere was a reason I loved her. Wait, I’m not sure I do yet.
