Hard Eight (Stephanie Plum 8)

I nodded yes.

He drank the last of his coffee, and he put the mug in the sink. He pulled me in tight against him and he kissed me.

I said wow again. More feeling this time. Morelli really knew how to kiss.

He took his gun from the kitchen counter and holstered it at his waist. “I'll take the Ducati today and leave you the truck. And when I get off work we should talk.”

“Oh boy. More talk. That never gets us anywhere.”

“Okay, maybe we shouldn't talk. Maybe we should just have sweaty sex.”

Finally, a sport I could enjoy.