Page 41 of Win a Date with a Detective

Her expression softens. And for a moment, the teasing disappears. “Really?”

I reach for her. “Really.”

My hands settle against her waist. And fuck. She feels even better than I imagined.

“Rachel.”

“Yes?”

“I’m going to kiss you.”

She smiles. “That’s an excellent idea.”

So I do.

We’ve kissed twice tonight. Both times, I wanted more. But nothing prepared me for this.

For the way she melts against me. For the little sound she makes when I deepen the kiss. For the way her hands slide up my chest and curl around my shoulders.

I pull her closer.

She rises onto her toes. And suddenly, there isn’t an inch of space between us.

“Bronson,” she whispers.

I brush my lips against her jaw. Then her neck. She tilts her head.

And I discover that Rachel is considerably less composed when I’m kissing her than when she’s interrogating me.

“Still interested in those handcuffs?” I murmur.

She laughs breathlessly. “Is that a trick question?”

I smile against her skin. “Just being thorough.”

“Well, Detective, I think we should continue this investigation.”

“Agreed.”

She takes my hand and leads me toward her bedroom.

As we cross the threshold, I can’t wait any longer. I pull her back into my arms, pressing my lips to her cheek. The soft line of her jaw. The curve of her neck.

Heat pumps through my veins, with every beat stoking the desire that has been brewing since we met. Was it only hours ago?

Rachel has flooded each of my senses completely. She’s filled every part of my soul. It seems like I should have known for weeks, months, or even years.

Our mouths meet again. I mold my hands around her curves, stroking her hip. Caressing her breast. Cupping the weight in my palm and running my thumb over the tip of her nipple until it pebbles.

She moans into my mouth. It’s as if she’s reached down to clutch my cock and give it a squeeze.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous.” I press my hips against hers, groaning as her heat matches mine. “I wish…”

“Wish what?” she asks, lifting her arms so I can pull the sleeves—and the rest of her dress—up and over her head.

“I wish…” My voice tightens as she stands before me in only a matching brace and panty set. Her body a masterpiece in sat in lace. “I wish this could last forever.”

Her lips—swollen from our kisses—curve up. “How about we start with now and see where this ends up?”