Free Uncovering Officer Smith (The Discovering Trilogy #2) by Sheena Hutchinson

her guy stuff – like crazy one-night stands and the pube-waxing incident in the frat house. She actually laughed at that one.
    It isn’t until her hazy eyes start to drift, that I notice she hasn’t spoken a word since she asked me that question. “I’m sorry. Am I talking too much? I guess I’m just a chatty drunk.”
    Her eyes perk awake again. “It’s okay. I don’t mind listening.”
    “You’re good at it.”
    “I like to think life is in the details. It’s all about what you know. People fascinate me. I live for crazy stories like yours. Unfortunately, I don’t have very many of my own.”
    “Really?” I don’t know why I sound so surprised. This is little Becky. I knew Bedford came from some money. He was always complaining about his overbearing parents, but he never forgets to mention he had it easy compared to his sister.
    “Yeah, I’m focusing on school right now. I have my whole life to be crazy.”
    “I think you’ve got it all wrong. High school and college are for experimenting and making mistakes. The rest is just icing on the cake.”
    “I guess you’re right.” She begins biting her lip like she’s thinking about something.
    “Hey, don’t worry about it, you’ve still got time.”
    “Not really. I’m already into my junior year.”
    “Right, a year and a half of partying – believe me, that’s all you’re going to need.”
    “Are you all partied out?”
    “I work too much to be out partying, but occasionally I let loose – like today.”
    She looks at me. Her blue eyes lose all traces of sleepiness when she responds, “I want to do something crazy.”
    “Like what?”
    I barely get the words out before her lips are against mine. They are soft and perfect. I open my mouth, welcoming her. Her body slips closer, and her hands fall onto my chest. She’s so close I can feel her heart beat on my shoulder. She tastes slightly like a strawberry Jolly Rancher.
    I pull away, leaning nose-to-nose. I need a few breaths. My eyes flick up to hers. They are closed as she breathes deeply. Suddenly they open, staring into mine. Those eyes are beautiful, as if they hold the entire sky within them; endless as the sea and gleaming like stars. One look silences my thoughts. Her long legs wrap around me, pulling herself on top of me. I place my hands on her tight ass. Her panties only cover about half of it. The lace under my fingers teases me.
    She’s sitting on my lap when her hands cup the sides of my face. I can only watch her lean down, kissing me again. Maybe it’s the liquor, or maybe it’s this girl, but I don't feel like myself. It's like I’m a bystander, watching some stranger being kissed so tenderly by some girl. As if reading my thoughts, the kiss goes from tender, gentle, to deep, and passionate within seconds. Her body moves closer to me, hands tangling at the nape of my neck.
    My hands explore her body. They slip under her sweatshirt. Becca lets out a little gasp against my lips, but she never stops. I don’t want her to. I want this girl right here and right now, more that I’ve ever wanted anyone, ever.
    Slipping my hands out of her shirt, they continue further north.
    My fingers wrap in her long, still damp hair, as her hips begin to move slightly against mine. Then, just as quickly as it starts, she pulls away, biting her lip. I stare at her— Don’t stop now .
    “We need to stop.” Her words echo what I didn’t want to hear.
    “What? Why?”
    She spins off my lap in one swift motion, propping herself on the pillow beside me. “Because I don’t do casual, remember?”
    Something inside me seizes. I just want her lips on mine again. “What if it wasn’t casual?”
    She giggles. “Then you won’t mind waiting until tomorrow, when I’m of sound mind.”
    My eyes scan up to her face. Becca holds my glare, even gives one slightly back to me. Even drunk, this girl is stubborn. I’m not going to get any tonight and a huge piece of me, not just my blue balls,