Burnout

“You went out with her?” Sophie’s gaze followed Jackie as she headed to the bar to help Kickstand with the drinks.

“Yeah.”

“She’s beautiful.”

“So are you.” He patted the seat beside him. “Come sit beside me beautiful girl.”

She didn’t even look up. “Not like that. She looks like a movie star.”

Her little hint of vulnerability did strange things to his stomach. There was a chink in his little cop’s armor and one he wanted to fill. He slid an arm around her, then pulled her into his side, his hand stroking in and out of her lush curves. “Love these curves, babe.” He bent down and pressed his lips to hers. “Love this sweet mouth.”

She stiffened for the briefest second and then relaxed against him, her tongue tangling with his, doing things to him he’d never thought possible.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, as he buried his nose in the sensitive hollow between her neck and her shoulder. God, she smelled good. The scent of jasmine flooded his senses and his groin tightened, painfully hard.

“Ace.” She whispered his name, her body melting against him even as her hands flew to his chest. “Stop. We have to stop. Last night was amazing but…”

“Tell me to leave.” His body was coiled tight, pulsing. He’d never been as affected by a woman as he was by Sophie, never had an issue with control. And he’d never wanted anyone as much as he wanted her now. If she did tell him to leave, he didn’t know if he could. And if she didn’t…hell he’d never last the walk home.

“I did. This morning, I said good-bye.”

He cupped her face between his hands and kissed her, drinking the sweetness from her lips. “Say it again. Say it and I’ll walk out that door.” His heart pounded in tortured anticipation as she nibbled on her bottom lip, and then she drew in a ragged breath and met his gaze.

“Maybe tomorrow.”