Private Investigations. Tori Carrington

twisted her lips to rid them of the itching. “Maybe. Maybe not.”

      He glanced at his watch. “And of course you would pick now to change your mind.”

      “Of course.”

      He sighed. “I’m supposed to be in a meeting right now. A very important meeting that could have a very important impact on my company.”

      “Uh-huh.” She could tell by the way his gaze kept drifting to the front of her T-shirt and her mouth that the idea of her kissing him was looking better by the second. She leaned in until their lips were almost touching.

      “Which, um, brings me to the reason I’m here,” he murmured.

      “You mean you didn’t come back just to pull me out from under the bed?” But before he could answer, Ripley softly pressed her lips against his.

      Joe groaned, his left hand going for her right and the gun. He held it still while his right hand skimmed under the hem of her T-shirt to grasp her breast. She dipped her tongue and tasted his lips. Coffee. Something sweet. A doughnut? She worked her tongue into his mouth. Vanilla. Definitely a doughnut. Bavarian cream.

      He quietly cleared his throat, flicking the pad of his thumb over her erect nipple. “What I have in mind takes place on top of the bed, not under it….”