Page 97 of Cuffed (Everyday Heroes 1)
By.
One.
Until she sees that sometimes sharing a past means you can build a future together.
It’s a bitch that the only girl I’ve ever really loved is the only one it seems I’ll ever really want.
I’m more determined than ever to prove it to her.
Her rules don’t matter.
Her past doesn’t matter.
It’s just her.
It’s just the now.
And it’s about damn time.
“What are you doing here?” I ask, a little stunned to see him filling the space of my doorway. After his text the other day and our screwy schedules, we hadn’t planned to see each other until tomorrow.
But I more than welcome the sight of him.
“I needed to take a break.”
“A break from what?” I ask as he waltzes right past me as if I invited him in. I look out the front door and around the parking lot, hoping it will help me understand what the hell he is talking about.
“My brothers. Work. Other shit.”
I turn and lean
my back against the door I’ve just shut as he strolls over to the couch, drops whatever is in his hands onto it, plops down, and puts his feet up on my coffee table like he owns the place. He picks up the People Magazine on the couch beside him and starts flipping through it without a second thought.
The protest dies momentarily on my lips as I recover from the shock of seeing him. And it’s a good shock. The kind of shock that almost made me jump into his arms, wrap my legs around his waist, and kiss him senseless. It feels like forever since I’ve seen him when, in reality, it’s only been a week.
It’s just because things were unsettled last time he left here, and I’ve had time to think it over and know I overreacted.
That, and the sight of him in that dark blue uniform has put butterflies in my belly and a bang of lust between my thighs.
“Don’t you have your own house to escape to?” I ask as I push off the wall and cross the distance. He watches me, his stare unrelenting as I sit across from him on the edge of the chair.
“Yeah, but the view here is much nicer.” He quirks an eyebrow, and the sweep of his eyes over my body tells me the view he’s talking about is me.
I did tell him flattery would get him everywhere.
“Well, what if I want a different view?”
“We can go somewhere else if you want. The view I came here to enjoy is mobile.” He flashes a heart-stopping grin.
“Good to hear you want to go somewhere else. Go ahead. I’ll stay here.” I match him smile for smile.
“Suit yourself,” he says, tossing the magazine on the coffee table and shifting to lie back on my couch, feet hanging off one armrest while his head is on the other.
I rise and walk to the couch so I can stare down at him with my arms crossed. And as much as I’m playing the hard ass, every other part of my body is sizing him up and wondering how quick I can peel that uniform off him . . . then again, maybe he should leave it on. It is sexy as hell.
“Without you,” I warn.
“C’mon. You know you like me.” He closes his eyes and settles into the cushions.
