The Cop

“Sure I do.”

“No. You don’t.”

“Then let’s move to the couch, and I can do a better job of it.”

Kelly didn’t argue. She was too forlorn to argue. Mindful of his injuries, she cuddled against him on the couch, and he held her. More tension eased, and she allowed herself to free-fall into the comfort and security he provided. He held her for the longest time and didn’t say a word. And the longer he held her, and the more she savored the solace of his arms, the more she realized how desperately she had needed this for years—someone to lean on now and then.

She was a strong woman. She’d had to be to make it as a doctor, but even the strongest person needed TLC once in a while.

“Want to talk about it?” Cole asked quietly.

Kelly shook her head. “Not now.” She burrowed closer. “This feels so good.”

“Glad to oblige.” He rubbed his chin against the top of her head. “Your hair is so soft. I thought it would feel different.” He sifted strands through his fingers.

“It’s like kinky kitten fur,” she mumbled against his chest.

He chuckled and she felt the rumble against her cheek. “It’s like a blazing fire. I love your hair.”

“You should try to brush it in the mornings.”

“Be glad to give it a try.” He nuzzled her forehead.

The nuzzling became kisses, and slowly the kisses became caresses. She hadn’t worn a bra, and soon she wasn’t wearing a top. She ought to stop this, she thought, but his touch consoled such a deep ache that it mesmerized her, and she just couldn’t stop.

When he stroked her breasts and drew them into his mouth, she lost it, and all thought of stopping ended. She gave herself over to glorious sensation.

Piece by piece their clothes landed in heaps on the floor as they fondled and kissed and explored. He whispered praises for her body, and she basked in the praise; he kissed her deeply, groaned his desire, and she soared.

“I want you,” he said.

“I want you, too.”

“I’m not sure I can. My hip, my—”

Her lips stopped the words. “Let the doctor handle it. Lie back.”

She knelt, straddling his hips, and leaned over to kiss him as she slowly slipped herself onto him.

“Oh, darlin’,” he groaned. “Take it easy.”

“Am I hurting you?”

“Not hardly. But I want this to last.” He drew her down to take a nipple into his mouth and suck hard.

It sent her through the roof.

“Forget lasting,” she said as she moved up and down in a frantic pace.

They both climaxed powerfully and quickly. Backs bowed, release shuddered their bodies and drew gasps and groans.

Still kneeling with him inside, she snuggled against him, her head on his shoulder. He hugged her tightly, and she savored the last throbs of their passion.

“If this kills me,” he said, “just tell everybody that I died happy.”

Kelly laughed. “I don’t think you’re in danger of dying.”

“Then just throw a blanket over me and wake me in the morning.”

“Cold?”

“No, but I might be when the lather wears off. We don’t have any clothes on.”

“Sure we do,” she said, rubbing her foot along his leg. “We have our socks on.”

He chuckled and kissed her forehead. “You are some kind of woman.”

“What kind is that?”

“The good kind. I’ve had a hard-on for you since the first time I saw you.”

“Really?”

“Yep. You’ve been on my mind a lot.”

Smiling smugly, she twirled damp strands of chest hair around her finger. She’d never thought of herself as the object of anyone’s sexual fantasies.

Reluctant to move she stayed there until the chill became uncomfortable. Finally she rose, snagged her clothes and went to the bathroom.

She’d barely had time to dress when Cole tapped on the door. He’d pulled on sweatpants.

“Your cell phone is ringing.”

Kelly knew what the message would be before she answered, and she was right. “I have to go,” she told Cole.