“Yes. I want you inside of me.” She lifted her hips so he could guide himself into her.
Drew groaned as she slid over his erection, her slight rocking motions taking him deeper with every stroke. Reaching up, he cupped her breasts and watched her face as she closed her eyes and lost herself in the sensation.
He loved her.
The sweet physical sensations making his body tremble were intensified by that admission and he dug his fingers into her hips. The words fought to get out, but he bit them back. Maybe it was this house—having her in his bed—and he wouldn’t risk losing this moment.
She cried his name when she came, her head thrown back and her eyes closed. He drove up into her, his own release racking his body until he couldn’t think straight. The intensity threw him and, when she collapsed on top of him, he held her tight and pressed his face into her hair.
As they caught their breath, he reached between them and carefully pulled himself free. Then he kissed her hair and gave a low chuckle. “I bet I could have sold a few houses.”
“I’d buy an entire housing development from you.”
“I’ll keep that in mind if the whole police chief thing goes south on me.”
She lifted her head so she could see him. “It’s too late, you know. Since you can’t sell houses to anybody but me, you’d be broke in no time.”
“I can’t, huh?”
“No. I’d have to burn them down.”
He laughed as she rolled onto her back. After disposing of the condom in the basket next to his bed, he reached to pull the blankets up, but she was already sitting up.
They could have this forever, he thought. Instead he watched her get dressed because she couldn’t stay. He had to work in the morning and his SUV was in her driveway. If he took the Mustang in, she’d be stuck at his house with no vehicle, and she’d made it clear she wanted to sleep in on her day off.
So he threw some sweats on and drove her home, both of them content to listen to the purr of the Mustang’s engine. She almost nodded off a couple of times, so instead of going inside with her, he kissed her good-night in the driveway.
“I feel like a teenager being dropped off after a date,” she said, amusement coloring the weariness in her voice.
“I’ll call you when I get out of work tomorrow and see what you’re up to. Enjoy your day off.”
After another long, slow kiss good-night, he watched her until she was inside and had closed the door behind her. Then he got in his SUV and drove home alone.
Chapter Nineteen
On Saturday, Drew woke disoriented, not quite sure where he was until Liz stirred next to him and the pale blue walls of her bedroom came into focus. He didn’t like waking up that way, but it had been happening more often in the week and a half since their frozen burger date. They usually stayed at her house because she was already finished at work when his shift ended, so she was home, but sometimes when she didn’t work the next day, they’d stay at his house.
She made some mumbling noise he couldn’t decipher, but which he assumed was her verbalizing a wish to go back to sleep.
If that was the case, he felt the same way. It wasn’t four-thirty, but they hadn’t gone to sleep for quite a while after they’d gone to bed and he wasn’t ready to face the day. “I don’t want to get up.”
Liz’s naked body snuggled tighter against his, playing hell on his resolve. “Then don’t.”
“And miss the Old Home Day parade?”
“It’s a big parade. They’ll be fine without you for one year.”
He laughed and tried nudging her away. “I’m the chief of police, so I’m first in line. Not only would they notice I wasn’t there, but I’m not sure they’d ever leave the staging area if I didn’t tell them when to go. Besides, you have to work, too.”
“I intend to sneak out and get fried dough. It was always my favorite part of Old Home Day, and I’m hoping the owner being my sister-in-law will keep me from getting fired.” She rolled onto her back and stretched. The sheet started sliding downward.
Drew took the opportunity to get out of the bed so he wouldn’t see the treasures the slipping sheet offered up to tempt him. He still had to get home and take a shower. And he couldn’t remember if he’d ironed his dress uniform or not, dammit. It was too hot for it, but it was a parade and people expected him to look like a police chief.
By the time he had a coffee with Liz, drove home and then got ready, he’d be lucky if he got any breakfast. The parade kicked off at ten and he was usually at the lot they used as a staging area by nine at the latest to help keep the chaos level down. He was already rushed and running late, and he’d been awake maybe three minutes.
“This would be so much easier if you just moved into my house,” he mumbled.
The silky sound of bedding shifting stopped. “What did you say?”