Crash Into You Read Online Nichole Rose

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Contemporary, Insta-Love, Romance, Virgin Tags Authors: Nichole Rose Advertisement1

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"Do I know what it feels like to date someone else's husband?" he teases. "'Fraid not."

I jab him in the stomach with an elbow, earning an amused chuckle from him. "I meant do you date?" He said earlier that he doesn't sleep around and hasn't been with anyone in a long time, but that doesn't mean he doesn't date.

"If you're asking if I'm a manwhore, the answer is no. I told you that earlier."

"I didn't ask that," I protest, flushing.

"You wanted to."

"I was just curious if you date," I protest.

"I work twelve-hour days, sometimes seven days a week" he says. "Doesn't leave much time for dating, kitten."

"Are you working now?"

"What do you think?"

"No."

He rewards my honesty by brushing his lips across my cheek. His scruff feels so good against my skin I have to fight the urge to turn and press my lips to his. The desire to feel all of that raw sexuality unleashed on me again is almost overwhelming.

"This isn't officially my case," he says after a moment.

This is news to me. I pull back to look at him. "Then why are you helping me?"

"Told you I was going to. A friend at LAPD called to ask for help after the kid's phone pinged in San Francisco. I agreed to look into things on this end to see what I could shake loose." He pauses. "Found more than I expected though."

"How so?"

"I had suspicions from the start that someone else was behind this," he murmurs. "Nothing about you fit the profile…but I didn't expect you or that mouth of yours."

"Oh." I fall silent, not sure what to say to that, and let him work his magic on my head, breathing him in as he does so. His hands really are incredible. Within moments, the knots in my neck and shoulders disappear, taking the headache with it. A yawn cracks my lips. I'm so sleepy.

"You falling asleep on me?"

"Mmhmm. You're so warm."

He chuckles. "It's your fault, you know. I can't stop thinking about getting you in my bed. It's got me heated."

My eyes pop open and I'm suddenly wide awake again.

He shifts beneath me, groaning again. "Swear to Christ, sweetheart, I've been hard as steel since I saw you on that stage. I'm going to be good though. We're going to get to know each other, see where this leads," he says, stealing my breath.

I love the way he talks to me. He holds nothing back, instead giving me everything, as if he can't help but spill it all. Knowing I do that to him makes me feel like I'm flying, all breathless with a racing heart.

"I don't want to go too fast for you."

"I think this is too fast," I confess on a whisper. "I'm not…I'm not used to this, Cam."

"To what?"

"To this. To you." I turn and motion between us. "You're always touching me and teasing me and saying filthy things to me. I don't know what to do with that!"

He scrutinizes my expression for a moment. "Does it bother you?"

Does it? I think back to today, when he held my hand and steadied me at Daphne's, to how easily I leaned on him, letting him keep me together when all I wanted to do was cry. "I think I like it too much," I mumble, dropping my gaze. Whether this is his case or not, eventually, he may have to arrest me. What happens then?

"Look at me."

I shake my head, refusing.

"Kitten."

I can't refuse him when he pitches his voice low and practically growls at me. I lift my gaze to his.

"I like the way your skin feels against mine and the way your heart races when my hands are on you. I like how flustered you get when I tease you. You're so sweet and innocent, but you get so riled up. I like seeing you come alive for me like that," he says, shrugging. "I like you."

"You barely know me."

"I know more than you think I do," he says, his voice soft and quiet as he gazes at me, those gray eyes practically glowing with sincerity. "I know how dedicated you are to your job and how much Bryan Gleeson admires you for it. I know that Mitch Adamson worships the ground you walk on. So does his bartender, Jacob Taylor. I know you spent your college years doing something you hated to make sure your dad had the best care possible. I know you lost your mom and only sibling in the wreck that paralyzed him, but you forgave the young man responsible. You spend your free time volunteering at Golden Acres Nursing Home, where your cookies are as big a hit as your voice, and you never, ever make it home at the end of the weekend with all of your tips from performing because you stop by the homeless shelter three blocks from here and drop a fifty in the mailbox just like you did after you played the Red Room."


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