Free Dead and Disorderly (Behind the Blue Line Series Book 2) by Alexis D. Craig Page B

breathing, the idea of being with her overloading his brain.
    “If you take me home,” she started, tugging gently with each word. Her eyes suddenly shifted to his, ensnaring him in their mysterious depths. “I can seduce you.”
    He blinked at her, not able to form a cogent response, but he didn’t need to be told twice. They were off the bridge and heading back to the car at almost double time. Even in a rush, he still opened the door for her, more a curse than a benefit as she paused to pull him into another kiss as she raked her fingernails gently down his chest before she took her seat. She was going to be the death of him. If he needed any more proof, that did it.
     

 
    The ride to Nahia’s house was completed with a speed that should have set records, and Nico’s hand on her knee. Not moving, just warming her through the denim, she lay her hand over his, gently running her nails up and down the sensitive skin of his inner wrist. They didn’t speak for the whole journey.
    She actually appreciated the relative quiet, save the faint strains of music from the radio, because it gave her a chance to think. She wasn’t going to change her mind, nor was she unduly influenced by the fact that their date had ended in the parking lot of a nice hotel, but she wanted to work through her reasons in her mind so there weren’t any questions when she woke up the next day.
    Maybe it was the moonlight, maybe it was the kiss on the bridge, hell, maybe it was the pasta, but the connection to him she felt was real and she wanted to explore it. Right now, and hopefully without clothing. The trepidation she’d felt after dinner was gone, evaporated in the face of the blistering heat between them. Maybe it was just a physical attraction, but everything about them, from the first encounter until now, felt different than anything else she’d experienced.
    He stopped in her designated parking space behind her building. It was a spot off a tiny street lined by a bunch of cars. No one really knew the postage stamp-sized lot existed unless they lived there, since the ground floor of the front of the building was a yoga studio and a relatively funky thrift store/café.
    The engine died, leaving them in somewhat anxious silence. Nico turned to her, his hand on her knee moving only to lace with her fingers. “Um… Will your car be okay? I mean, we could—”
    His voice died at her slow grin. “My car will be fine.” She reached over and pulled the keys from the ignition, depositing them gently on his knee. “I don’t plan on going anywhere else tonight.”
    Nico watched her in the dark confines of the car, his eyes moving over her like a silent caress before he got out of the car and came over to open her door. They didn’t speak until she led him up two flights of stairs.
    “Third floor walk-up? Damn, I feel like I’m back home.” He didn’t even sound winded.
    She laughed, but didn’t comment, since it was taking all her concentration to get her keys in the lock. He never left her side, and she could feel his heat and presence at her back as she finally gained entry to her place.
    Nahia didn’t even get a chance to hit the lights or hang up her keys, because as soon as the door closed and locked, he was there, in front of her, hands braced on either side of her head. He nuzzled her nose and softly brushed his lips back and forth over hers as her belongings slipped unnoticed to the floor of the entryway. She raised her hand to his neck to play in his soft black hair as he deepened the kiss inch by infinitesimal inch.
    His hand moved from the door to her shoulder before gliding down to her waist to toy with the hem of her shirt. Her moan at the feel of his fingertips on the skin of her waist, their heat not stopping at her back this time, but lazily trailing up until he cupped her breast.
    Nico swallowed her moan with his insistent kiss, their tongues dancing as his thumb skated back and forth across the stiff peak of her