Siberia.” She brushed her lips lightly over his. “I was really scared tonight. I’m glad you’re here.”

He almost smiled. “You just want me to check for the boogeyman again.”

She dipped her head and brushed another kiss on him, this time on his chest. “That would be great.”

“Christ, Bella.” He ran a hand up her back, wrapped his fingers around her loose, unruly pony tail and gently tugged until she was looking up at him again. “What am I going to do with you?”

Do me was the first thought that came to mind, but he rose and did his cop thing, thoroughly checking out the small apartment, even looking beneath her bed and in her bathtub.

“There’s no one here but us,” she said when he came back.

“I know.”

“Then why did you search the place?”

“So you could go back to sleep.”

Which meant he was leaving. Disappointment settled in her belly, which was ridiculous. She’d been the one to formulate the escape plan. “Jacob?”

He lowered himself to a crouch in front of her, running a finger over her temple, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Yeah?”

Reaching up, she cupped her hand around his wrist. “What are we doing?”

“Other than checking for the boogeyman?”

“Yeah. Other than that.”

He looked into her eyes. “No idea.”

“Casually seeing each other?”

He thought about that a moment, then nodded.

“How casually?”

“Asks the woman with one foot already out of Santa Rey.”

Fair enough, she supposed. She’d made a big deal out of leaving, and he knew it.

“And I’ve done the long-term thing,” he said. “It doesn’t mix well with being a cop.”

Right. She knew this, knew all of it, which in no way explained the ball of discontent deep in her belly. She managed a smile. “I know who you are, Jacob. Being a cop is part of you. No woman should ask you to change that.”

“Yeah.” He grimaced. “It might be more than the cop thing.”

“Such as…?”

“I’ve been told I can be obstinate, single-minded and doggedly aggressive.” He said this with a tone of slight admission that it might all be true, and she laughed.

“Well, hell, if you’re all that, forget about it,” she teased.

“Bella-”

“No, listen to me.” She grabbed his arms when he would have straightened. “Those are the very things that make you such a great cop.” And, she thought, a great lover. “You’re okay, Jacob, just the way you are.”

He let out a slow, appreciative breath, then took her hand in his as he rose and walked to the front door. There he stopped and looked down at her, not smiling, but his eyes were warm as he leaned down to kiss her.

“Bye,” she whispered.

“Bye,” he said against her lips, but instead of opening the door, he threaded his hands into her hair and kissed her again, leisurely this time, allowing his tongue a very thorough farewell.

Her nipples had been hard since he’d first appeared in her bedroom, but the rest of her body joined the fray now, and she rubbed up against him. She’d have crawled into him if she could. “Keep that up,” she managed to say, breathless as hell. “And I’m going to fake another nightmare to keep you here.”

He stared at her from heavy-lidded eyes, then backed her to the door and kissed her again, kissed her until she was gripping his shirt in two tight fists. His erection pressed into her, nestling against the crux of her sex, and he made a guttural sound deep in his throat. “No faking anything,” he said against her mouth.

“Ah, but how would you know?”

“I’d know,” he said firmly, and when she let out a low laugh, he paused meaningfully. “I’m sensing a challenge.”

“I’m just saying.”

“Saying what exactly?” he wanted to know, all male pride and ego, his expression suggesting she’d somehow questioned his manhood or testosterone level.

She tried not to laugh and failed. “Look, faking is nothing but a polite lie designed to avoid hurting anyone’s feelings.”

He blinked, looking genuinely confused. “But why lie at all? I mean, if you’re going to fake, then why not fake not having an orgasm, so that the guy keeps at it?”

“Huh.” She laughed again. “Never thought of it that way.”

He shook his head, his eyes still heated, his body still taut and tense…everywhere.

Hers tightened in response. She was going to have to accept that whenever she saw him, this crazy heat would be there. But also there was more. What exactly that more was, she couldn’t say, but it was a little disturbing given that she’d known him all of a few days.

And even more disturbing, he made her laugh.

God, she was a sucker for that.

She realized he made her both laugh and want, a double whammy, one she wasn’t sure she could resist, or why she even wanted to try.

He was just watching her watch him, another thing she liked about him. He was tough and edgy, a cop through and through, and yet he had seemingly endless patience.

But just behind that patience was hot, simmering passion that took her breath away.

He said her name once, softly, then let go of her hair to slide his hands up her back, and down, cupping her bottom, a cheek in each of his big palms, cheeks that were more than half bared by her scrap of panties. A sound of distinct male satisfaction rumbled from his chest, and he squeezed before lifting her to nestle her best part against his best part.

A movement that had them both stopping to gasp in pleasure.

She didn’t know about him, but she was instantly back to quivering with need, burning up with it. Her breathing was unsteady, ragged, making her breasts brush his chest with every breath of air she gulped.

He ran his mouth over her jaw to her ear while his fingers explored her body. “If I stand here any longer, Bella, you are not going to make it downstairs to deal with your dough.”

“Yeah.” She winced. “Remember when you said I always need an escape route? Well, I usually do, when it pertains to men.”

“And what, the dough thing was it?”

“Yes. Sorry.”

His eyes were two dark pools. “Tell me to go, Bella.”

She opened her mouth to do just that and said “stay” instead.

He groaned and once again pressed her into the door, lifting one of her legs to wrap around his hip, opening her up so that when he rocked again, he slid his erection directly against the core of her. The only thing that separated them were his jeans and her very thin, very wet panties.

“Do you want this, Bella?”

In answer, she took the hand he had on her ass and brought it around until he cupped her. Again he groaned low in his throat, and then his mouth found hers, crushing her lips, his tongue delving deep.

Yeah, she wanted this. And even as she thought it, he lifted her up and turned to her bedroom. Suddenly she found herself airborne and then she hit the mattress with a bounce. With a laugh, she started to sit up but found herself pinned by two hundred pounds of solid muscle, and she shivered in anticipation.

“Cold?” he murmured in her ear, his hands sliding beneath her tank, settling on her ribs.

She shook her head and clutched at him. “No.”

He held her gaze as his hands slid farther north, covering her breasts, his thumbs slowly rubbing over her nipples.

A shuddery breath escaped her.

He tugged her tank up and off, baring her to his eyes, and then his mouth.

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