Friction (Red Hot Private Eye, Novella, Vol. 2) by Melanie Shawn Page A

then another. He expected her to take steps backward, in sync with the steps that he was taking toward her—not out of intimidation, or wanting to get away, but just because that was human nature in these little dances. That was the innate choreography that was imprinted on our DNA.
    Not Raiza, though.
    This made him want her that much more. Desire pulsed through him fiercely. Not able to stop himself he growled, “Do you know how bad I want you? Do you have any idea how sexy you are?”
    She turned her face up to him, looking him in the eye, decisive and clear eyed as he continued stepping toward her.
    When he was a few inches away, she very deliberately pulled her towel off and held it to the side. After letting it dangle for a few endless seconds, giving him the opportunity to take in the splendor of her naked body, she dropped it on the floor and snaked her arms around his neck, reaching up and pressing her lips against his, grinding her hips against him.
    Damn.
    Apparently she, too, had decided to seize the moment.
    He felt himself harden immediately, both in response to the purely physical sensation of her hips grinding up against him, and to the overall knowledge that he was finally... finally ...about to make love to her.
    After four long, hard (no pun intended) years of wanting her—wanting to kiss her, wanting to touch her, wanting to feel her skin against his skin—it was finally happening.
    And, since he didn't know what the future held for them, and therefore this could conceivably be the only time that he would have the opportunity to do all of those things, he planned to make it count. He was going to touch every inch of her, kiss every inch of her, lick every inch of her...treasure every inch of her. He was going to remember every instant of this encounter, and he was going to enjoy every moment of it, too.
    His hands began to roam up and down her naked torso, entranced by the silky smooth feel of her skin beneath his fingertips. His breathing was speeding up and he could feel his heartbeat racing and beads of sweat beginning to form on his forehead, as he felt his tongue shoot into her mouth with an urgency that he did not feel quite in control of.
    Dammit! He wanted to draw this out, to savor each moment, but it seemed his body had different ideas. His body wanted Raiza, and wanted her now.
    With a shuddering gasp of lust, he surrendered himself to his desires and pressed one hand to the back of her head, deepening the kiss even further. Their mouths ground against each other, tongues intertwined, for several moments before she finally tore herself away and, with a sardonic little smile on her face, said, “It's not fair.”
    “What's not fair?” he asked, concern immediately flooding him. He expected her to say something like, 'It's not fair that something so wonderful is happening on such a terrible day,' or 'It's not fair that we've wasted four years of our lives when we could have been doing this all along.'
    But what she actually said was, “It's not fair that you get to see me naked, and I can't see you,” and began to tear his clothes off.
    Hell, that worked too.
    Before he knew it, she had pulled his tight black t-shirt over his head, and stripped him down to his boxer briefs. She was just tossing aside his last sock when she turned back and saw his thumbs hooked in the waistband, getting ready to slide them over his hips.
    “Uh, uh, uh,” she admonished, giving him a playful look and wagged her finger at him. His dick twitched and hardened even further at the playful interchange. Damn. This girl really knew how to get to him, and not just with her looks – with her intelligence, with her personality – with every damn thing about her.
    Raiza dropped to her knees in front of him and licked her lips, a gesture which made him get even harder than he already was—something that, even 10 seconds ago, he would've said was absolutely impossible. She slid her fingers slowly up his legs,