Jacked (Trent Brothers #1)(116)
THE LAST TIME I’d kissed Erin, it was Monday early evening and we were both heading our separate ways to go to work. The fact that she worked most nights like I did was f*cking beautiful.
It was something I’d feared—getting involved with another woman who would spend her nights loathing me because I was on the clock.
I sat at my desk in the station, handling paperwork and following tips and leads while watching the nighttime sky turn to dusky pink and then to yellow with the rising sun, but maintaining focus on anything for more than ten minutes was sketchy.
I couldn’t recall ever missing someone so much that it turned into a physical ache.
I was physically aching to see her again.
We’d talked and shot some texts back and forth but I was trying to play it cool and not turn into some lovesick whipping boy. Every fiber inside me wanted to seek her out while the rational part of my thinking told me to chill and give her space. Around midnight on Tuesday I’d lost my hold and almost begged her to meet me at my place after we both got out of work. It didn’t take too much convincing on my part.
I knew it was from the newness of our relationship driving this insurmountable lust but it didn’t matter. As soon as her car was safely locked away in my garage and she was in front of me again, I had her out of her clothes. I had my cock in her by the time we got to my living room, f*cking her over the arm of my leather chair. I’d chased her up the stairs soon after that and flipped her around on my bed while pounding in and out of her like a starving lunatic.
And now I was finally at peace, holding her head in the crook of my elbow while enjoying her incredible mouth on mine.
“I missed you,” I confessed. Fuck it, the words just rolled out so I might as well be honest.
She smiled and tangled her fingers in my hair, needing my mouth just as much.
“I missed you, too,” she said softly, sucking on my upper lip.
“I didn’t sleep for shit yesterday,” I added. Fuck, I was turning into a lovesick sap, divulging my weaknesses. No wonder I lost so much money when I played poker with the guys.
Erin nuzzled her face on my shoulder. “I passed out reading Molecular and Biochemical Toxicology.”
Even the words were too much for my brain to take in right now. “Is that like porn for doctors?”
She squeezed me for being a smartass. “Yes. It even has pictures and graphs.”
“Ooh,” I teased, then kissed her forehead for being so smart and perfect.
“You find out anything from your informant?”
“Are we talking shop in bed?”
Erin gripped my bare ass. “Yes, Detective. You’re purging.”
I grinned. “I just purged inside you five minutes ago. You need more purging? Because we can see about bumping you up to a fourth orgasm.”
I felt her smile on my skin. “Will I have to move?”
“Participation is encouraged.”
Erin answered me with laugh that turned into a deep yawn.
I pulled the sheets up over her shoulders. “I think I’ll let you rest.”
“You wore me out,” she said, snuggling in deeper. “And you didn’t answer my question.”
“Talked to him yesterday. Got me a lead on a suspect who’s supposedly been boosting cars for Mancuso. We’re going to set up a bait car next week. See if we can lure in a thief.”
“Bait car?”
“Yeah. DEA has a few high end cars that were seized in recent investigations. We’re setting up two of them with tracking and surveillance equipment. It’s really cool. Everything’s computerized. We can control the entire operation remotely, record footage of the driver, even shut the car down and lock him inside with the click of a key. We need to get someone within the organization to work as an informant.”
“You love your job, don’t you?” She grinned.
I pulled her back up to my mouth with my arm. “I do. Very much.”
Erin’s little follow-up kiss on my chest resonated all through me.
“What about your night, Doc?”
She shrugged. “Nothing to talk about,” she murmured.
“Nothing?”
“It would bore you to death and then I’d have to revive you.”
“So you’ve got nothing to share?”
She closed her eyes and let out a sigh. “No.”
Guess she was done purging; too bad the only thing she purged was me.
DECORATIVE VICTORIAN LAMPS hung from the statuesque pillars outside Baylor Funeral Home, illuminating the evening sky with a soft, ethereal glow. It was as if they were trying to soften the dread building in my stomach with a false sense of serenity.
Adam backed his truck into a spot at the edge of the parking lot near a sedan I didn’t recognize, but directly in front of us next to the walkway was my dad’s current dealership car. I stared at the Novak Ford emblem instead of the other apparitions violently swirling about in my thoughts.
I felt Adam’s gaze. “You okay?”
My heart swelled even more, taking in the breathtaking sight of him dressed up in a new suit and tie. I brushed my fingertips over his freshly shaven jaw. His familiar cologne scented the air, wrapping me in a sensually comforting cocoon. I was so glad he was here with me, just like he had promised. “You are so handsome, and you smell really good, too.”