Wicked Release by Katana Collins Page B

get on your way. It was good seeing you again.”
    She didn’t say anything else, but gave a quick nod, pausing before entering Dr. Adams’s office. As Sam turned the corner, just out of view of the office and around the corner from the elevators, every instinct he ever had as a detective buzzed to life.
    â€œSam?”
    He swung around, tension straining his body at the sight of Jess. Her army green button-down shirt hung silky and loose to her hips, but not without first brushing over her breasts and outlining those damned tight nipples of hers. Nipples he wanted desperately to draw into his mouth and worship with his tongue. Desire blazed in his groin, tightening his dick to a full-on erection in seconds flat. It had to be a fucking record. “What are you doing here?” Without thinking about it, his hands went to her waist, pulling her gently back against the wall and out of the line of vision of Dr. Adams’s office. Her smooth cheeks flushed and he quickly pulled his hands back and to his sides.
    Jess straightened, her spine stiff, and watched him warily. “I stopped by to say hi to Zooey, but she was sleeping.” Her voice echoed with suspicion as she glanced around. “Are you feeling okay? Did you see the doctor?”
    â€œI had my follow-up appointment today.”
    She examined him for a moment, then gave him the look he’d come to know so well over the years. The kind of look that was a preamble to an eye roll. “I see. And did the doctor also advise you to press your ear to the wall like some sort of five-year-old pretending to be like a spy?”
    Heat flared through his chest and Sam wasn’t sure if he should be insulted, frustrated, or just damn exhausted with her. “Not like a spy, like a detective. Because unlike a certain childish woman who thinks she’s bulletproof, I’ve been trained for this. This is what I do, and I’m pretty damn good at it, Jessica.”
    â€œDon’t call me that,” she hissed.
    â€œOh, right. Sorry, Jess . I guess my problem is that I don’t have enough in the bank to order you around and call you by your full name, isn’t that right?”
    She stiffened defiantly. “No, your problem is that you’re an asshole who’s confused bedroom games with real life.”
    A shiver of crippling arousal tore through him. “I know you’re pissed, but you’re sexy as hell when you’re mad at me.”
    â€œBack off, Sam.”
    â€œI tried that already. It’s not going so well.” Before he could stop himself, he wrenched her into his arms and pressed his mouth against hers.
    He expected her to fight him, to push him away and maybe slap him—hell, he probably deserved it. But rather than end the kiss, she curled her arms around his shoulders, arching into him and moaning with need that could have split right through his chest and into his heart like explosive shrapnel. His own hungry growl tore through him and as he curved his palms around her lush ass, the flaming desire overtook all of his senses.
    Her hands speared into his hair as her soft breasts stroked his chest, pressing against him with each heaving breath she took. He moved his tongue against the seam of her lips, pulling one hand reluctantly from her ass to stroke the soft, velvety skin at her neck.
    He was absolutely drowning in Jess. She wrapped her muscular legs around his hips, grinding herself against him and moving her body counterpoint to his. The friction against his cock was so intense that it sent shocking waves of pleasure surging through his body.
    â€œTell me you don’t want this as much as I do.” he said, tearing his lips from hers, his hands and body still holding her firmly in place against the wall. What was it about Jess that tore through any ounce of patience he had? He’d never been able to control his feelings around her, not when he was fifteen and not now, over a decade