Cop Appeal by Ava Meyers Page B

she was done, she trailed her
fingers over his body, once again paying particular attention to
his tattoo. It obviously fascinated her. “Tell me about your job. I
bet you’re a wonderful cop. Have you been careful?”
    His hesitation wasn’t lost on her.
    “Oh, Luke…” she cried.
    He pulled her into his arms again. “Shh. I’m
fine. I’ve been doing undercover work. Often dangerous undercover
work. But I’m not foolhardy.”
    “Just not careful,” she concluded. “No
wonder you got that tattoo. When you play with bad boys, you have
to mark yourself as the biggest, baddest one in the bunch.”
    Damn she was smart. And beautiful. And sexy.
“I didn’t have much reason to be careful before. That’s different
now.”
    “You promise?”
    “I promise.” And he meant it. Of course,
being a cop would always be dangerous, but he didn’t have to
volunteer for the riskiest ops every single time. Not even his
partner, Ty, did that anymore since he’d finally won over the love
of his life, Claire Fullerton. Hell, he was getting old anyway.
Maybe it was wiser to leave those kinds of heroics to the younger
guys. Most of the time, anyway…
    “Because if you give me all this pleasure
again and tell me you love me only to abandon me by getting
yourself hurt, Luke, I swear it’d kill me…”
    “Shh.” He smoothed his hands over her hair,
hating the panic and desperation he could hear in her voice. At the
same time, she obviously felt she had a stake in what he did or
didn’t do, which was incredibly arousing. “How about just trying to
kill me yourself—with pleasure,” he suggested.
    She narrowed her eyes at him. “Challenge
accepted.”
    “Oh really?”
    He hadn’t meant to challenge her. At least,
he didn’t think so. But with her snarling at him about being
careful and looking like she meant business, his cock had gotten
mighty hard mighty fast.
    He knew it was ridiculous. As many times as
they’d had sex in the past few hours, his dick should have been a
wrinkled, cowering piece of flesh, ready for a year-long sleep.
Instead, it was pounding its chest and giving a Tarzan yell, raring
to go another round.
    And Sarah appeared more than ready to do the
same.
    She was his perfect match. Strong of heart,
pure in integrity, and kinkier than a box of springs.
    Only she hadn’t returned his declarations of
love.
    He knew she loved him. But he still wanted
to hear her say it. Mostly because that would mean she’d finally
accepted that he wanted her. All of her—her past, her
present, and her future, forever and always.
    He didn’t want to coax it out of her,
however. Not something that important.
    He wanted her to give it to him all on her
own.
    Freely. Openly.
    Lovingly.

CHAPTER SEVEN
     
    A few hours later, Luke’s cell phone rang.
When he looked at the screen, he cursed.
    Sarah’s stomach churned. “What is it?” she
called over her shoulder from the kitchen counter, where she’d been
preparing to make them pancakes and hot chocolate.
    “It’s Noah.”
    “Oh. Well, maybe he just misses me,” she
joked, trying to hide her anxiety. “I am pretty
intoxicating, you know. You only have yourself to blame if—”
    But for once, Luke ignored her. His
expression was grim as he spoke to Noah. “Okay. Good. You know what
to do. Yeah, we’re going to nail the bastard to the wall.”
    The spoon she was holding slipped from her
grasp and clattered onto her kitchen counter. Fear slithered
through her, as slick and insidious as a serpent. “Luke…” she
whispered.
    He ended the call. “Richard’s here, outside.
He just parked his car down the street.”
    Confusion mixed with fear. “But how—”
    “Noah’s been posted outside with a couple of
his men. He never left. We knew chances were good Richard would
make his move today.”
    She watched him as he moved toward the
bedroom, the came out and tossed her some clothes. “You were
expecting Richard to show up? Why didn’t you tell me?”
    He