Free Burning Seduction by Vella Day

that he wanted to follow her home because he hoped she’d invite him in.
    Trent pulled to a stop behind Charlotte’s car in front of her house and rushed to open her car door.
    As she slipped out, she looked up and smiled. “Do you want to come in?”
    “I was hoping you’d ask,” he said, mentally pumping his fist. This time, if Charlotte kissed him, he wouldn’t stop her. Hell, it would take all of his willpower not to rip off her clothes and make love to her for hours on end.
    He escorted her onto the porch where she stuck her hand into her purse and then frowned. “I know the front door key is in here someplace.”
    He was about to ask why she didn’t keep it on the same ring as her ignition, but he didn’t want to imply she wasn’t capable of handling herself. He hoped she found it, as he didn’t want to have to take her back to his place since Harmon would be there. Tomorrow his brother was thankfully moving into his own apartment.
    She lifted the key in her fingers. “Ta da!”
    “Good job.”
    In seconds, she had the door open. When she flipped on the rather glaring overhead light, he appreciated the soft lamps she’d had on before.
    Charlotte would probably offer him coffee or perhaps another beer, and then they’d talk about her new business or one of his old cases, as she seemed fascinated by the scope of his job. As much as he enjoyed chatting, once he’d decided that he wanted Charlotte, his patience had run out. The urge to undress her one piece at a time was driving him crazy.
    They both slipped off their jackets, and as she placed them on the back of the sofa Trent moved toward her. “Did I tell you how hot you look tonight?”
    She might not be wearing a sweater as tight as the one she had on the other night, but her soft pullover showed off her curves just as well.
    She grinned and stroked her chin. “I can’t recall. Maybe you did.”
    “If my words didn’t sink in, then perhaps I need to show you.” His cock turned rigid at the thought of kissing her.
    “Oh, yeah?”
    Charlotte moved close and placed her palms on his chest, the heat from her fingers searing through the shirt to his skin. He wanted to kiss her so badly he could taste it, but he didn’t want to rush her. It didn’t matter that she’d come on to him twice before. Life had taught him that he should take it slowly, but damn, whenever he was around Charlotte, his common sense seemed to vanish.
    She grabbed hold of his shirt, and when she tugged it out of his jeans, all he could think of was getting her naked and then sucking on those luscious tits.
    “I thought you’d be more comfortable this way.” She dragged her fingers close to his throat and lightly brushed his chest hairs. “So soft.”
    He wiggled a bit. “It’s a little tight around the neck. Do you think you can do something about that?”
    She bit down on her lip in the sexiest way possible. “I can try.”
    Slower than dripping molasses, she threaded the top one he’d buttoned through the hole and then moved down to the second one.
    “That feels much better. Please keep going.” His mouth was dry, and he should ask for a beer, but he didn’t want to stop the seduction.
    She stepped even closer if that was possible and looked up at him. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to seduce me, Detective.”
    Hell, yeah, he was. “And if I am?”
    As she ran a finger down the length of his shirt and unbuttoned it from the bottom upward, her scent distracted him. The woman had totally bewitched him.
    “How do I know I can trust you?” she asked, looking rather innocent.
    Once she finished unbuttoning his shirt, Charlotte slipped her hands under the material and slowly dragged her palms downward, testing his resolve.
    “Trust me?” Either what she was doing to him had messed with his head or she was trying to be coy.
    She wrapped her hands around his waist and pressed her body against him. “If I recall, you always walk out on me