To Catch A Player

“So sure of me?”

“More than you even know,” he said with a smile, stepping in close as his strong arms wrapped around me and pulled me into him. “Don’t worry, Reese, I plan to make sure you know exactly how amazing I think you are and how much I love you,” he whispered the words sweetly in my ear. Just for me. “When you go to bed every night, even if you’re not in my arms, you’ll know that I love you. That I want you. That you’re mine.”

Mine. That sounded pretty damn good. “Mmm, yes, please.”

He chuckled and the sound resonated against my chest, deep and rich and so damn welcome I held on to him as tightly as I could. “That’s more like it. I love you, Reese.”

“That’s good to hear, Detective, because I think I’ll enjoy loving a real-life Hometown Hero.”

He groaned at the reminder, but his hands never let me go. “I’ll forgive you for that, but only because I also bought Reese’s Famous BBQ Sauce dot com, and I know it means more work for you.”

I gasped, but before I could say or do anything, Jackson yanked me against his chest and pressed his lips to mine, making damn sure I knew exactly how he felt.

I did, because I felt it, too.

I felt loved.

Cherished.

Appreciated.

Supported.

So, I held on tight and kissed my very own Hometown Hero like he was just that—a hero and a knight and a sexy cop, all rolled up into one hot, sweet package.

And that package was all mine.* * *THE END.