I couldn’t sleep because of her.
She’d been an asset to the department so far. All indications pointed to her being a good hire here for the long haul. She was nice to Mrs. Rook, and she joked around with the other cops. In fact, she fit right in like she’d always been there. Like she was where she belonged. It felt that way, which was part of the problem.
Because when I looked at her, when I made her laugh, all I thought was Where have you been? I’d been looking for her in a thousand different faces for years, it felt like. She’d finally arrived. She had come back home where she belonged, and instantly, I had felt that click of recognition, of something sliding into place so that all the pieces fit.
It was madness. I’d been watching too much TV or something. There was no such thing as my missing puzzle piece or a soul mate or any of that crap that companies used to sell flowers and diamonds and greeting cards. It was nonsense, all of it. So I had to quit letting my thoughts go in that direction.
I’d known her a long time, or not really known her well, but I’d been around her when she was growing up. She was so much younger that I hadn’t had that much to do with her. She was Damon’s baby sister, so of course I teased her and gave her crap the same way I did with him. Except I wouldn’t call it the same at all. Not when I was torturing myself over her body and her laugh and her eyes.
She’d gotten quick results on the cell phone using her network of contacts from Charleston. Usually if I needed tech analyzed, I had to wait around till the state police got their thumbs out of their ass and decided to check it out. Small town precincts were low on the list, so it could be weeks. But Laura had managed to pull it off in mere days. She was so smart and resourceful and hilarious. Her irreverence made the job easier to take. Just being around her made everything feel easier. Talking to her was natural, and the banter, the kidding around made me feel energized, excited to see her again, hear what she had to say. She was always surprising me, and it made me want to get up in the morning. I never knew what was gonna come out of her mouth—it could be brilliant or disgusting or incredibly compassionate. No matter what it was, I couldn’t wait.
When she’d said sometimes the anticipation was the best part, that went straight to my cock. I wasn’t proud of it, or of the fact that I was half hard the whole time we were eating and talking. But my body that had been going through the motions, dormant for ages, was flaring to life thanks to her. She was so damn beautiful, and that was just the beginning. She was fiery and outspoken and brave. There was nothing about her that didn’t turn me on.
I tried to calm down my brain and my body. I even tried to remember and recite the names of the cast of the Golden Girls to get my mind off of her. I got stuck after Bea Arthur and Betty White and gave up. It was like every cell in my body was focused on Laura, on how much I wanted her. No matter how much I knew it was wrong, my body betrayed me.
Giving in, just this once, I wrapped my hand around my still-hard cock and surrendered.
Laura comes into my office without knocking. I’m changing to go to the gym, just like earlier, only instead of saying she has to leave, she takes down her hair and says, “Why don’t we just work out right here? We’ve got everything we need.” I see all that auburn hair spilling over her shoulders and can’t resist. I go around the desk to her and start sifting my fingers through her silky, loose strands.
“Mmm,” she says, “that feels good.”
I take the hint and my hands move higher, to the roots of her hair, and I rub her scalp, massaging her sensuously until she’s moaning. I see her breath coming fast with the way her breasts are straining against her blue uniform button-down. With two fingers, I reach down and flick that button open, the one that was pushed beyond its limits by the heaving of her chest. She gasps, her eyes flipping open to meet mine in astonishment. I waste no time working the other buttons until her shirt hangs open, revealing a black lacy bra that makes my jeans feel too tight all at once. I shut my eyes to get a breath, but that image is burned on my eyelids of Laura gasping because my fingers grazed her chest. I reach in the unbuttoned shirt and find her nipple, fingering it through the scratchy lace. I watch her white teeth dig into the fleshy lower lip and I groan at the sight of it. I pinch her nipple, bead hard and turned on, and lean down. I capture her bottom lip between my own and suck on it. Her arms wind around me, and she opens her mouth to suck my tongue. I’m groaning out loud just from making out with her. I’m only to second base—barely—and I could go off any second.