"Lunch?"
"If I say no, are you going to keep pestering me?" she
asked wearily.
"Absolutely," he said with a smile, following her into
the daycare and settling the load on a table close to
the door. "Besides, you keep skipping meals, those baggy
clothes you wear are gonna slide right off of you."
She flushed and added a trip to the uniform store to her
list of things to do this weekend. Her tunic was sliding
off her shoulder and with a grimace, she tugged it back
up, thankful she had worn a chemise styled tank top
under it. Between Jamie and Leslie's comments on her
clothes, she'd decided it was time to burn the size
twelves. If she kept dodging meals, size ten weren't
going to stay on her long, either. "And if I say yes,
this once, will you leave me the hell alone?"
"Possibly," Jamie lied as she made her way into her
office. He did not think she would want to hear that
leaving her alone was something he could not do. Not
now. Maybe ever.
"Possibly?" she repeated, tugging a brightly scrub coat
from the hook on the wall, covering up the utilitarian
white scrubs she wore. "How possibly is possibly?"
Advancing on her, he caught her chin in his hand, and
studied her peaches and cream complexion, her rosy Cupid
bow mouth, and her wide set hazel eyes, currently
narrowed with forced irritation. She had finally given
up wearing the glasses that she did not need, Jamie
noticed.
"Not very likely," he admitted. Lowering his head, he
sniffed her hair, nuzzled her neck. "You see, I have
this problem; I cannot seem to stop thinking about you.
No matter how hard you try to convince me otherwise.
This mouth of yours is driving me crazy. You just might
deck me if you knew what I wanted to see this mouth
doing."
She swallowed the whimper before it could leave her
throat. But she was not so lucky with the moan that
followed as he skimmed the side of her neck with his
mouth. "I don't like it much myself. It is inconvenient
to have you in my head all the time," he murmured,
dropping his hands to her waist and sliding them beneath
the hem of her shirt, resting them on the soft, smooth
skin beneath."
Rubbing his thumbs in small circles, he raised his head
and stared into her befuddled hazel eyes."You have
absolutely no idea how much I want to stop thinking
about you," he said with a scowl, his eyes dark and
serious. Then his lids drooped as he focused on her
mouth. "And no idea how much I want you,"
The hell with it, she thought suddenly. This man wanted
her. He wasn't married, wasn't otherwise entangled. So
what if he left when his job was done? At least she
would have had a little while with him. I'm so tired of
being alone. So tired of pushing him away when all she
could think about was how right it felt to be near him,
to let him touch her like this.
The heat emanating from his body threatened to scald
her, but she didn't care. He wanted her, really
seriously wanted her. And Andi just stopped caring about
all the reasons why it was wrong, why being with him
would be so wrong. She couldn't keep turning her back on
him; not if he kept making it clear he was going to
still be there every time she turned back around.
If she was writing the scene, this was where she slip
out of his arms and close the door, lock it, and strip
down to her skin right in front of him. If he hesitated,
this was when she would wrap her arms around him and
tell him to touch her. Tell him to take her, to fuck
her.
But Andi was a hell of a lot more bold on paper than she
was in person. Caution, something she had been forced to
learn, wasn't something she could drop over night.
Slowly, her hands flattened against his chest, avoiding
the smooth leather holster she knew he wore beneath his
left arm, and slid them up until she could lace her
fingers behind his neck.
Rising on her toes, she brushed her mouth against his,
hiding a smile when she felt his heart leap against
hers. Jamie's eyes widened slightly in shock, in delight
before he closed his eyes, lowered his head and caught
her mouth before she could retreat. Nibbling gently at
her lip, he caught her gasp in his mouth, and sucked on
her lower lip until a shudder wracked her from head to
toe.
Andi sighed in pleasure and stroked her hands down his
arms, moving to his waist and curling her fingers into
the waist of his trousers. His hands left her back to
close around her neck as he lifted her mouth to his.
Hovering just a breath away from her lips, he whispered,
"I've been dying to do this again. God, Andi, it's been
driving me crazy. " An inferno of lust was already
threatening to suck her under, even before his mouth
touched hers. His tongue dove into her mouth as he
arched her head back, wrapping the length of her
ponytail around his fist.
Slowly, warily she kissed him back, growing bolder when
he made a hungry sound deep in his chest. She slid her
hands inside his jacket, felt the sturdy leather of his
shoulder holster, and the cool metal of the gun as she
slid her arms around his waist. God, he was delicious,
his taste dark and dangerous, overlaid with the coffee
he had been sipping at while he waited for her.
He drank from her mouth the way a thirst-starved man
would drink from an oasis, like she was the only thing
that in his whole universe that mattered. Using his
mouth and body, teasing, tasting, taunting her, he
backed her up against the desk. Their tongues tangled,
he nipped her lip with sharp strong teeth, then soothed
it gently before pulling away, his breath sawing in and
out of his lungs.
When she raised her hands, Jamie ducked his head again,
catching her hands in his and gently forcing them behind
her back. She stiffened briefly and he dropped a
reassuring kiss on her cheek, whispering, "Shh. I won't
hurt you" A murmur of assent fell from her mouth as he
lowered her head to her exposed neck and raked his teeth
along it, bit the cord gently before stooping down and
nuzzling the soft skin exposed by her v-necked tunic. "I
am going to have to have you, Andi."
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