Free Flirtation by Samantha Hunter Page B

seafarers spoke of their ships in the feminine gender for the close dependence they had on their ships for life and sustenance, like the women who cared for them back home.”
    Charlotte smiled. “I like the last one.”
    “I thought so. But I have another idea of my own.”
    He moved in closer, trapping her body with his, sliding his hands around her middle and she could feel the heat emanating from him.
    “What’s that?” She shivered, but not from the cold. He moved his fingers lightly along her rib cage, and even though it was through the material of her gown, the touch scorched her.
    “I always think of ships and women having beautiful curves. These big ships have been loaded all to hell on the outside, but if you see them as they’re being built, you can still see the grace in them, the delicate lines—” he lifted one hand and traced his forefingers along her jaw “—the strong spine…” His hand slipped around back and drew a line from her neck to her backside, where he gently cupped a hand over the curve of her hip as he lowered his lips to hers. She sighed against him, sinking into the kiss, completely seduced.
    EJ didn’t know why he’d brought her here. He’d never had the urge to show any other woman the ships they built, or anything else so personal. When they’d left the restaurant, he’d intended on just bringing her home and wheedling a way to get into her apartment to see what he could see. But in the battle of cop versus man, man was happily winning as he explored her mouth slowly, taking what she offered as she shuffled a little closer and planted her hands on his shoulders to hold on as the kiss intensified. God, she was sweet.
    He was sure he was under some kind of spell, unable to think clearly when she was around, unable to resist being close to her. Working on this case when he was so sexually charged was like going to the grocery store hungry, never a good idea. And he was starving, though food was the furthest thing from his mind. His body quaked, hardening against her. He could barely restrain the urge to take her hard and fast, regardless of where they were, or who might come along.
    But he kept the hunger somewhat leashed, and as she moaned against his mouth he slid a hand between them to caress her full breast through the silk, groaning back in appreciation as he felt her nipple harden against his palm. He found the nub through the material and pinched lightly, then again, and Charlotte kissed him more voraciously, begging with her luscious body for more.
    He was happy to oblige, touching her everywhere as their mouths refused to part, tongues tangling as they ate each other’s kisses and let hands roam everywhere. When she threaded her hands up into his hair and gently pulled his head down a little closer to hers, she leaned in and whispered in his ear, and he felt his cock throb with urgency as her naughty words registered in his brain. Her sultry demands muted the objections, the reminders that he should stop. His body was on overload, and she was too much temptation. He wanted her too much, and the consequences be damned.
    Slipping his arm around her and casting a look from side to side to make sure they were alone, he walked with her toward the car, backing up against it, capturing her chin in his fingers, tilting her face toward his.
    “Tell me again. Tell me what you want.”
    His demand was harsh, but she just smiled softly, her cheeks flushed, her breathing quick and light as she held his gaze, but her voice was sure and steady. And sexy as hell.
    “I want to get in the back of this gorgeous car and push this dress up so I can feel your hands on me everywhere…and not just through the material.”
    EJ’s breath hitched and his heart pounded as he buried his face in her neck. “More…”
    She cried out in desire when he nipped her, and continued, her voice a mere whisper, but the words roared through him.
    “I want to stroke your cock and feel it against my skin.