Jacked (Trent Brothers #1)(132)

“Where is your patient now?”

I glanced over Adam’s shoulder quickly to assure our conversation was still private. “He’s in surgery. The way the two slugs expanded and slowed upon entry, I’m guessing they were nine millimeter hollow points. Neither shot was a through-and-through.” I ran a hand over my side. “One bullet deflected off a rib.”

His eyebrows rose right before the wolfish grin of pride spread across his face. That was all followed up with a very distinct glimmer of lust.

“Quit looking at me like that.” I crossed my arms to let him know I was serious.

Adam stalked closer and seized my upper arms. “I want to do you on this table right now.”

“Why? Because I know what a bullet slug looks like?”

He raked his teeth over his bottom lip, nodding at me.

My palms landed on the wall of his chest. “Focus!”

“Oh, I’m very focused.”

“Adam.”

His grip moved to my hips, one hand sliding to cup my ass. “Okay, I’ll give you a pass, this time, but you better be pulling into my driveway by eight or I’ll put an APB out on your ass.”

“On my ass?”

He grinned and squeezed. “For starters. Besides, you don’t want to miss breakfast.”

“I don’t?”

His eyes narrowed on my mouth. “No. You don’t. I need you to butter my toast.”

He was so freaking cute. And a wiseass. “I’ll butter your toast, anytime.”

“I was having a shitty night,” he growled. “Until now.”

“Ditto. Shitty?”

Adam downplayed it. “More like frustrating. I haven’t been able to get a hold of one of my informants. Oh, and I did a background check on your sister’s boyfriend. He had one prior for drunk and disorderly, but that’s it.”

“That’s it?”

He drew back and nodded.

“I thought there’d be more.”

Adam moved a lock of my hair. “I’ll keep an eye on it. You have enough on your plate dealing with punks with gunshot wounds.”

“It’s a daily occurrence.”

“Well then, when I get home I need to know you’ll be naked in my kitchen or I might just lose my mind. You’ve got to give me something to look forward to.”

I felt the conference table press into my legs. “Will you be naked too?”

Adam nodded, his features all set with his determined smolder. “Most definitely.”

“Good. Then I have something to look forward to.”

“Sounds like a plan,” he whispered on my lips, and then he pulled away just as quickly, studying me with the keen, discerning eye of a seasoned detective. “Something else is wrong, though. I’ll ask one more time. Do I need to be concerned about your ex?”

My want was instantly doused. “No. Oh, God, no. That’s… it’s been over a long time.”

Adam slid his teeth over his bottom lip, measuring my reply. “Good, though it didn’t look over for him.”

“Well it’s over for me and that’s all that matters.”

His eyes settled on my mouth. “You say it’s true, then I trust you.”

I raised my chin. “It is.”

Adam wasted no time closing the distance. Tasting his mouth was both hypnotic and addictive, as though his essence was made of pure sweetness combined with the flavor of recently chewed spearmint gum. His tongue caressed mine, swirling as if the two had known each other their whole lives. For a moment, I completely forgot I was at work or that I broke down earlier over my neurotic fears. A random page over the central communications system was a bitter reminder to simmer down. I released my grip on the back of his neck and pressed his chest, just enough to sober us both before we got too carried away.

“Fuck me,” he muttered low. “Your mouth drives me crazy.” He had the greatest smile; gleaming white teeth with that total affect of a hungry predator masked behind the charm of an innocent boy. “I can’t wait to be inside you.” His grip tightened on my hair with just enough meaning to kiss me softly once more. “But,” he drawled, “back to the shooter.”

“Yes, back to um…”

Adam brushed his thumb over my jaw. “If it was Carter Mancuso, then your patient was supposed to end up dead. You talk to any other officers, besides the one you told me about?”

I touched my tingling lips and then shoved my hands into my lab coat pockets to keep myself from grabbing him again. “No. Just that Detective Holihan.”

“I need to go find him before he f*cks up my investigation.”

I pulled out the paper in my pocket. “He gave me his contact info.”

Adam glanced at it, his brows furrowing. “I don’t know this guy.”

“So who is Carter Mancuso?”

He leveled his eyes on me, no trace of humor or playfulness left in them. “Salvador Mancuso’s son.”

“Shit.” A shiver ran the length of my spine. “There were three.”

Adam retrieved his cell from his pocket. “Three?”

I nodded. “Three victims, er, patients. One expired in transport. We lost the second one soon after he arrived. They were all from the same shooting. Am I allowed to tell you all of this?”