I knew it.
And the worst part was that I didn’t even care.
Not one fucking bit.
Rhys
Saturday nights in Embers Ridge were much like Friday nights. Mostly disturbances of the inebriated variety, some domestic disputes, usually a riled-up cowboy who hadn’t figured out the best way to wind down after a long, hot week. And of course, the animals that tended to wander away from where they belonged.
Fortunately, tonight had been slow. With two of my deputies out on patrol, I spent the majority of the evening in my office doing my damnedest not to do another search on Amy Smith.
The buzzer sounded on the main door and I got up to go see who it was. Generally, the public only stopped by during weekday hours, but from time to time, someone showed up to bitch about whatever it was they had on their mind.
The buzzer sounded again just as I was about to turn the corner. I was gearing up to tell whoever it was to chill, but then I saw Wolfe standing there, glaring at the glass.
I fought the urge to grin. The man looked worse for wear, but I couldn’t imagine why. After the day we’d had…
“What’s your problem?” I asked as I opened the door.
Without a response, Wolfe walked right past me and down the hall.
I flipped the lock on the door, then followed, trying to figure out what could’ve possibly pissed him off to the point he’d show up at the sheriff’s office on a Saturday night.
I found Wolfe in my office, pacing the three feet in front of my desk. The man’s long legs didn’t allow him to take too many steps.
“Who else is here?” he asked, his tone rough.
“No one. They’re out on patrol. Why? What’s wrong?”
As soon as I cleared the doorway, Wolfe closed the door behind me. The next thing I knew, I was up against the wall, his solid body pressing into me, my lips crushed beneath his firm, warm mouth.
Son of a bitch.
Unable to help myself, I grabbed him and jerked him closer, kissing him back with every ounce of the pent-up lust that had been coursing through me for days now.
My brain fought to keep up, to process all that was happening.
Wolfe’s soft, warm lips.
His scratchy jaw.
Strong fingers digging into my flesh.
The confident, eager thrust of his tongue.
The kiss was overloading my circuits and I didn’t even fucking care.
Wolfe growled, grinding against me, his rough hands cupping my head, his tongue roughly searching my mouth. Although I fought to take control, it didn’t happen. He was having none of that, so I gave in and let the man devour me.
When we eventually pulled apart, I was breathing hard, but so was Wolfe.
“What the fuck?” My voice was hoarse.
“I kissed her.”
“What?” Clearly my brain had been rattled a little from that.
“I kissed Amy. I told her I shouldn’t, but … well, technically she kissed me, but fuck if I didn’t kiss her back.”
