I arched my neck back to appraise him. “Good.” I ran my hands along his muscular arms again. “I’ll just have to make sure you’re up for the job.”
He trailed his mouth along my ear. “How do you intend to do that?” he asking, nipping my ear lightly with his teeth.
I was losing my ability to think, let alone speak. “Uh, I’ll have to confirm your stamina,” I managed.
He reached out with one hand and pushed the spaghetti straps of my tank top off my left shoulder and then my right. “Stamina, huh?” he echoed, moving his mouth along my neck to my bare shoulder.
“Uh-huh. Also, flexibility,” I said, fumbling with the buttons on his shirt.
“Stamina and flexibility. Anything else?”
“Creativity is very important.” My thighs began to tremble, which he had to have noticed because his right leg was pressed between them.
“I think I’ve got it. I’m ready for my interview,” he said.
I undid the remaining buttons on his shirt, and it fell open. His chest rippled with muscles. I swallowed hard and ran my hands along his bare skin.
He caught my hand. “One more thing, before this goes any further.”
“What’s that?” I asked, suddenly uncertain.
“Promise me you aren’t going to make that damned gravy again.” Then he laughed, a throaty, full-bodied laugh, and pulled me tight. My hips bumped up against his.
“Detective Drummond, you’ve got yourself a deal.”
He narrowed his eyes. “I thought I told you to call me Dave.”
I let a slow smile play across my lips before answering. “Why don’t you try and make me.”
About the Author
Melissa F. Miller is a USA TODAY bestselling author and a commercial litigator. She has practiced in the offices of international law firms in Pittsburgh, PA and Washington, D.C. She and her husband now practice law together in their two-person firm in South Central Pennsylvania, where they live with their three children, a lazy hound dog, and three overactive gerbils. When not in court or on the playground, Melissa writes crime fiction. Like some of her characters, she drinks entirely too much coffee; unlike any of her characters, she cannot kill you with her bare hands.
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