Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 73311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
He nodded. “I had that training, too. I was waiting to hear back from my old fire department on whether or not I could start back to work, and decided to go ahead and get triple certified in fire, police and EMS. The K-9 portion of my training happened on a whim.”
“Hmm,” I murmured.
“What was that ‘hmm’ for?” he wanted to know.
“Just seems to me that it’s meant to be,” I pointed out. “Why else would you have gotten all those certifications done if you weren’t meant to use them?”
He didn’t reply.
When the silence stretched out uncomfortably, I reached for my boots.
“I should go home anyway.”
“I told your mom you weren’t coming home. You go in there now, and you’ll wake them all up, and scare them since you aren’t supposed to be home,” he pointed out.
I glared.
“They’ll be fine.”
“Sure they will…” he admitted. “But what’s wrong with finishing the night sleeping in my bed?”
I didn’t have a good answer.
“I’ll give you a good reason to stay.”
The undertones were enough to send shivers down my spine. Pleasant and soothing, as well as waking up my nerve endings.
“And what’s that?” I teased. “A back rub?”
He grinned.
“If that’s what you want to call it.”
Laying down on the bed in a huff, I ripped off my socks and threw them across the room, then jumped and jiggled back into place before yanking the covers up off the floor and back over me.
“Has anyone told you that for such a small woman, you’re a cover hog?” Aaron asked in amusement.
I rolled my eyes and didn’t answer him, instead clapping my hands twice like he had, plunging the room back into darkness.
“Thanks,” he muttered.
I heard him moving around the room, his belt buckle tinkling as he removed his pants, and then I felt the bed depress.
I tossed and turned with him on the other side of me for a whole five minutes before I finally decided that I was going to have to take my pants back off.
They were too restricting.
And why couldn’t I? He had!
With him not wrapped around me any longer, I felt safe enough to remove them, so I did.
Grunting and groaning, I pulled the belt free, and then kicked them off, shoving them to the bottom of the bed and out from under the blanket with my feet.
“That’s real talent right there,” he teased. “It’s like you have monkey toes.”
I looked at him through the dark of the room.
“Can you see me?” I asked him.
“Yep,” he confirmed. “But only your feet.”
I breathed a sigh of relief and started to turn my body, freezing when I brushed up against his bare foot.
“Your foot’s on my side of the bed,” I pointed out to him.
He snorted.
“My bed means both sides are mine. You’re the visitor,” he pointed out. “And even if we were doing sides, I’m most assuredly on my side, not yours.”
So here’s where I should’ve restrained myself.
But I didn’t.
I chose to roll over, reach over him, and feel his side of the bed.
I also chose to practically lay on top of him, allowing my mound to brush against his erection.
I then froze, effectively telling him with my non-movement that what I was feeling I liked.
And I did.
I liked it a lot.
So much so that I started to grind my hips down on top of him without even realizing it until his hand stilled my ass with only a touch.
“Shit,” I whispered, getting a knee under me to push away.
Or would have had he not grabbed me around the waist, threw the blanket up, and dove underneath it with me.
The move put him on top of me, squarely between my thighs, though. Thankfully, it was his taut abs that were pressing against my needy center and not the long column of his cock.
“Don’t do it,” I whispered worriedly. “This would change everything. I have to see you every day at the complex. You have your car in my shop. You also are a police officer.”
“What does being a police officer have to do with anything?” he asked, humor lacing his voice.
“It has to do with the fact that I find men in uniforms sexy, and if we do this once, we’ll be doing it again,” I snapped at him. “And you better be sure, because I’m a grade A clinger. You put that big wiener in me, and I’m going to not be responsible for what I do next.”
“What kind of clinger is a grade A clinger?” he asked. “Can you give me the definition? Maybe use it in a sentence?”
“Imogen won’t stop calling. We have to get Imogen away, she’s a grade A clinger,” I tried.
The bed started to shake, and I realized that it was his laughter that was making it shake.
“Hey!” I said in annoyance, slapping my hand on his back twice.