Too Close by Sasha White

acceptance, of partnership.  
    He’d picked up on her deep seated dream the first night they met and she couldn’t forget that. She wasn’t going to let him forget it either.  
    Whatever else was going to happen, she decided she wasn’t going to give up the one man that had been able to read her. Not without a fight.
    She glanced at the outfit again, and headed for the closet. Screw demure. She wanted Kane, and demure wasn’t going to get him.

    It was just after two in the afternoon when she strolled into the police station. She was directed to an open room near the back of the building, and there she saw a half dozen desks covered in files, computers and paperwork. She spotted Kane near the windows with a tall dark haired guy whose face was covered by a long unruly moustache.  
    She felt the heat of several gazes on her bare legs but the only thing that mattered was the way Kane’s eyes widened and lit up when he saw her.  
    “Vanessa! This is a surprise.”
    “Is there somewhere we can talk?” She glanced at the guy next to him. Lean and mean looking in jeans and t-shirt, with visible tattoos on his arms, he had bright green eyes that looked sharp. Like they missed nothing. “Alone.”  
    Kane tossed the file folder he’d been holding on a nearby desk and started down the hallway. “Follow me.”
    She noticed the way his trousers fell perfectly over his firm butt and wondered just how yummy it would look naked. It was round and muscled looking. Like something she’d really enjoy sinking her teeth into.  
    She gave her head a shake and fought to keep her hands from reaching out to pinch him. A second later he led her into a small room with a window that looked over the parking lot. There was a fridge, a coffee machine and sink. A round table sat in the middle of the room and an overstuffed beige sofa against the wall. A staff room.
    “What can I do for you?” He closed the door behind him and turned to face her.  
    She reached behind him and flipped the lock on the door. Then looked him right in the eye and grabbed him by the tie. With a quick tug she’d pulled him close enough so that her lips brushed against his when she whispered, “You can tell me how this makes you feel.”
    Then she kissed him. She licked at his bottom lip, tasted his breath as he exhaled sharply in surprise, then sealed her lips over his and snaked her tongue into his mouth. The sweet seductive taste of butterscotch was strong, but soon she could only taste him. The unique flavor of man.  
    “Hmmm,’ he hummed in surprise. His hands gripped her hips and pulled her tight to him where she could feel his cock growing rapidly.  
    She pulled her head back slightly and gauged his reaction. “Well?”
    “I feel pretty damn good about it,” he growled and tugged her close again.
    She steered him to the sofa and pushed him down on it before climbing on his lap. “When you left yesterday, I thought that was it. That we’d had our chance and I’d screwed it up by not holding onto you when you gave me the chance that first night. Well, now I’m giving you the chance. Take me, or leave me.”  
    There was a brief struggle in his eyes before his fingers sank into her hair and the words “Take you” flowed from his mouth to hers.  
    She grabbed his head and tilted it to the side, pulling her mouth from his and licking down the side of his neck. She nibbled on his earlobe and felt a shudder go through him.  
    His hands ran from her hip to her shoulders, then around her rib cage and up to cup her breasts. God, she was glad she never wore underwear. His hands cupped the small mounds and her nipples pebbled against his palms. “More, Kane. I need more.”
    He groaned and tugged the neckline of her cotton top down, exposing her bare flesh to his lips. His hot breath feathered across her sensitive nubs a second before he sealed his lips around one nipple and suckled.  
    She cried out and ground her hips down against him. Her hands