I run my tongue along the seam of her mouth, and on a sigh, Mila lets me explore her mouth.
It's like sipping fire.
It goes straight to my cock, deep in my heart. I should have known that Mila would be the most potent force in the world.
"What is happening?" Mila asks, pulling away from me.
"Well, I was giving you some of my best work," I tease, needing to bring some levity into the lust-filled atmosphere.
"Huh." She shrugs. "Good try."
Is she serious? There is no way she didn't feel the intensity of that kiss.
The glint in her impossibly blue eyes and the deep blush of her cheeks tell me that she is just as affected as I am.
Mila is such an intense livewire, smart as hell, strong as alloy steel, and she's without a doubt the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. I should be so lucky as to get her affection.
"I'm sorry if I just mauled you." My voice comes out raspy and low, belying my words. I'm not sorry. I'm tucking the memory of that kiss deep into my heart, and I'll replay it over and over again.
"Don't be sorry, T."
Mila runs her lips against mine, drops a quick peck, and hugs me close.
"Thanks," she whispers. "I don't think I could have gotten through the last twenty-four hours without you."
I hold her close to me. "I'm the one who should be thanking you. If it weren't for you, we wouldn't have found her so quickly. She didn't put anyone else in danger."
Her eyes go to Oscar, her cheeks blanching.
"He made his choice when he decided to help her escape from prison. You can't feel guilty about that."
I tuck her long hair behind her shoulder before placing my hand there.
"I have to pretend to go to the ambulance and get checked out before my team leaders figure out something is off about me. Hang tight, and we can go see your mom. Make sure she's getting the right meds."
Mila nods her head. "I should call my dad and let him know that he's safe. That he can go back to his place." She bites down on her lip, and before I can even react, her lips find mine. She wastes no time demanding entrance into my mouth. Our tongues tangle and rub in a passionate embrace. Mila moves her hands through the hair at the back of my neck, across my shoulders, down my chest, her fingers trailing little paths along my skin.
I wish we weren't in the middle of a crime scene, surrounded by agents. I wish that we had met under better circumstances.
What I want is to lay Mila on the softest, most luxurious bed and make her come until the only thing she can say is my name. Over and over again.
Those are hardly the kinds of thoughts I should be having right now.
"T," she whispers, "you need to go tend to your wound, but just so you know, if you were to ask me out, I'd say yes."
"Fair," I respond before diving back for her lips, because I can't help myself. "Mila," I say between more searing kisses, "let me take you out to dinner."
"I didn't mean right now." She smirks.
"I have no game when it comes to this kind of thing. I like you. Let me take you out."
"Only if you take me someplace where we can share steak tartare."
My eyes go wide, and she giggles. "I'm just teasing, T-Bone. Go." She pushes me toward the ambulance. "Pretend you're a hurt human."
She watches me as I sit in the back of the rescue vehicle, being tended to by a very confused paramedic. Once I'm properly cared for, Mila retreats to the SUV to call her father.
The last day plays over in my mind. I can't believe I've only known Mila for such a short time.
Maybe it was the intensity of our mission, or maybe it's the way we balance each other out, but all I know is that if she is offering to spend time with me, I'll take it.
I'll always choose Mila if she lets me.
14
T-Bone
The glass walls of the sub-basement lab aren't really undulating with the thumping of Mila's music, but I swear the god-awful noise is so loud it makes my teeth rattle.
The woman responsible for said racket is leaning over a shiny metal worktable, a pile of bones in front of her and a pair of magnifying glasses hiding half of her beautiful face.
I knock on the door, hoping to catch her attention, but of course she doesn't hear me.
"Oh, that must have hurt," she tells the remains. "Sorry about that."
I barely hear her words as I search for the remote. It's fascinating that her workspace is a mixture of cleanliness and organization while her desk is a pile of stuff taken directly taken from my nightmares. I almost wish I could organize all of it for her. But Mila would have my ass for even trying that.
I spot the remote on the corner of the precarious pile of papers and hit Pause.
Mila jumps at the sound of silence and turns to face me.
"Hey, if it isn't my favorite crime-solving partner." I can't help but smile at her.
Her shirt reads Forensic Anthropologists - Will Date Anything with a large smiling skeleton under the writing. The tee is black, of course, as are her leather pants. They could be painted on, showcasing all of her curves.
I've missed her, and I want to hold her body close to mine and kiss her painted red lips. We haven't actually seen each other since Sveta was brought to the FUC prison. It's been a crazy two days, between filling reports and getting my superiors to agree that Sveta had her place in the shifter prison.
I was lucky to get Carlyle, the warden of the prison Sveta's escaped from, on my side. He was kind enough to state that he didn't feel his facility was equipped to deal with
