Free Definitely Naughty by Jo Leigh

your handcuffs.”
    Laughing, he ran his fingers through her hair, the urge to kiss her hitting him hard. But he also wanted her to rest up. They normally didn’t spend a lot of time just lying together. Most nights, he watched her work at the lingerie store, then they’d come back to his place and wear each other out. The morning alarm would blare too soon and send them into a frenzy until they went off to work.
    Lately, she’d tried syncing their hours, but she still worked nights, too. Since he’d been her muse, she hadn’t taken any days off. The window consumed her. Until today. Today she’d come to see him, and while the visit to the bull pen had ended badly, he’d liked seeing her there. Despite Ricci’s big mouth.
    But the quiet now, her drawing lazy circles on his chest, him rubbing her incredibly soft arm, made him feel more relaxed than he’d been in a long time.
    It occurred to him that, seconds ago, he’d been wound up about the meme bullshit. In a sentence, she’d shrunk the perpetual thorn in his side to the size of a hangnail. He loved her for that, if nothing else.
    Not love. That was stretching things, but… Discounting the sex, which was not an easy thing to do, he really enjoyed being with her. Even when she was laser focused on her sketches. He liked watching her hands as she made magic with nothing more than a blank paper and a pencil.
    Did she realize that when she was adding shade to a draft she stuck out her tongue? Not far, just the tip. The side it peeked from depended on which side of the paper she was working on. That she began every new drawing with her eyebrows way up, her cheeks flushed and her lips parted? If it turned sour, her expression became either furious or disgusted, and she cussed so descriptively she could give lessons to his whole division. Only, she did it softly.
    It was no use. He had to kiss her. What did she expect, lying there so beautiful and tempting? “Sorry,” he said, repositioning himself until they shared the bottom half of the only pillow left on the bed.
    “Sorry for what?”
    “Never mind. I’m not sorry at all.”
    She had her eyebrows raised. Her cheeks grew pink as he watched. In fact, she looked just like she did when a new idea hit her.
    He kissed her, slipping between her already-parted lips. She moaned and undulated against him as they tasted and licked and nibbled. Somehow, she was both languid and eager at the same time. All her movements slow except for her impatient tongue.
    Pulling away, he brushed the curls from her face. “You still surprise me,” he said, his voice low and rough.
    “That’s a good thing, right?”
    “Very good.”
    Caressing the side of his cheek, she said, “I don’t know if anyone’s told you this before, but, Detective Flynn, you’re dreamy.”
    He couldn’t help but laugh. “Dreamy?”
    “Huh. Surprised you again, didn’t I?”
    Liam nodded as he kissed her.
    His hand moved up her back. Slowly. His kiss deepened as he moved it to her nape where he stayed for a moment. His touch made her feel safe, even though she was in such a vulnerable position. When he moved again, it was to sneak under her curls, his fingers spreading as they massaged her scalp.
    She moaned, the sound swallowed. Shared.
    A week ago she’d told him that if she won the lottery she never bought tickets for, she’d hire a full-time masseuse based solely on how well he gave head rubs. This wasn’t the first time he’d indulged her, but it was the most intimate, and she wasn’t sure why.
    Maybe it was the slow-like-honey kisses that never quite stopped even when they had to breathe. Or his broken noises that sounded mostly like her name but sometimes like please .
    It wasn’t that long ago they’d been at each other like rabid wolverines, and this was…not what they did. He’d been tender before, and teasing, and silly, and cavemanlike, and rugged, and fast, and hard. This was new. Like sinking into the warmest, most comforting