Beneath the Badge - SAMPLE

Chapter Three

Matt had to close his eyes for a moment as Lindsay touched her lips to the skin of his neck. Had he really thought she was uptight? Shy? Her tongue tasted the hollow below his ear and a dart of fire went straight to his crotch—not that he needed any help in that department. All it had taken was a single touch of her fingers on his shirt and the sound of her surprisingly sultry voice to have him standing at almost painful attention.

It was exhilarating to find that beneath the white lab coat and professional demeanor there was also a sensual, sexual woman. One who was currently in his arms and fully clothed. He'd have to remedy that. Soon.

He put her down on the bed and didn't give her a chance to get away, instead sliding over the top of her and bracing up on his hands. She felt so good pressed against his body. "You going to change your mind?" he asked, giving her an out if she needed it. He really, really hoped she didn't need it, but he also got the feeling she wasn't the kind of woman who did this sort of thing often. He could ask why now or why him, but he didn't really care. What he cared about was feeling alive and less angry than he'd felt an hour ago while pounding the living shit out of his heavy bag.

"You getting all serious on me now?" she asked lightly, but there was a look of warning in her eyes. For whatever reason, Lindsay was as determined to keep this as light as he was. Just the way he liked it.

"Of course not. I just like you." He let his gaze slid down past her breasts and back up. "Yeah," he said, a slow grin spreading across his face. "I like you a lot."

He pushed himself up and sat astride her hips just long enough to reach for her T-shirt and pull it up over her head. Her caramel-colored hair spread across the pillow and he swallowed as he looked down at the pink lace bra. The gentle swell of her breasts curved above the edge, forming a delicious line of cleavage. Matt thought about removing the bra but curiosity got the better of him. "Is that part of a matching set?" he asked, sliding his gaze up to meet hers.

"Maybe you should find out," she answered, giving her hips a little lift.

His erection was straining against his jeans now, but he didn't want this to go too fast. He slid down her body and worked the rivet of her jeans through the buttonhole, then inched the zipper down over her flat stomach. Slowly, he peeled the denim away. Mercy, it was a matching set, a delicate shell-pink bikini that was nothing more than a scrap of fabric.

"Dr. Swan, you are full of surprises tonight," he said richly, bending his head to lick along the edge of the lace at her hip. She jerked and gasped and then laughed, a throaty exhalation of breath that was sexy as hell.

"I'm ticklish," she warned.

"Where?"

She braced up on her elbows and her hair fell over her shoulders and down her back. "Everywhere," she admitted.

He grinned. "Everywhere? I think I might have to test that theory. No one can be ticklish everywhere."

He tested his theory by kissing her belly button. She squirmed and gave a breathy giggle.

"Okay, so you are ticklish there." He licked the curve of her waist and she twisted beneath him, trying to escape his tongue as she fell back on the soft pillows. His smile widened. Maybe she wasn't lying, but he was sure having fun finding out. Next he tasted the inside of her elbow, the hollow of her shoulder. There was less twitching now, and the heat in the room seemed to climb with each laboured breath. The soft giggle was replaced by a gasp that sounded far more like pleasure than sheer sensitivity. "Hmm," he murmured, letting his lips hum against her skin. Slowly, he slid down, inch by inch, until his mouth was at her breast. Through the fabric of the bra, he sucked on the pointed tip.