Burnout (NYPD Blue & Gold) by Tee O'Fallon Page A

in the knees, he’s the one.
    Mike’s lips were warm on hers, his breath fanning her face. His delicious scent invaded her every pore. Something hard pressed against her belly, but she couldn’t tell if it was Mike’s arousal or one of the dozen pieces of police-issued hardware on his duty belt.
    As his lips feathered hers, he slipped one hand into her hair, pulling it out of the hair band. Despite the overpowering way he had her pinned, his touch was gentle, caressing. When he lifted his gaze to hers, it was hungry. He pulled her closer, her nipples hardening on contact with his chest.
    She willingly melted into his arms, sliding her hands up his chest to link them around his neck. The kiss grew hotter, frantic. He took, she gave. He moaned, a hoarse, sexy sound that sent chills up and down her spine. All Cassie’s inhibitions about Mike being a cop faded into oblivion.
    For several minutes, he slanted his lips across her mouth at every possible angle, tasting, caressing with erotic swipes of his tongue. Cassie kneaded the corded muscles of Mike’s neck, loving the way they rippled beneath her fingertips. She wanted to rip off his shirt and tear that thick Kevlar vest off him to get to his bare chest.
    Very large, very warm hands slid beneath her shirt and across her bare back. A moment later, his hands were cupping her now-tender, aching breasts. She arched into his hands as he trailed his lips down her cheek to her jaw. Everywhere his hot mouth touched her trembling skin, she burned.
    Through the fabric of her running bra, he flicked at her nipples, driving them to hardened peaks until she thought she’d die from need.
    Mike lowered his mouth to her neck, then lower still, dropping light kisses on the curves of her breasts above the low neckline of her shirt. He fastened his mouth on one of her nipples, sucking hungrily at the fabric covering her super-sensitized breasts. She moaned and pulled him tighter to her. He bit and nipped until she was ready to scream. God, but she wanted his mouth and tongue on her bare breasts. She inhaled breath after ragged breath as he alternately laved both her nipples with his tongue and teeth, massaging her breasts, squeezing them gently.
    With his knee, Mike parted her legs and hauled her against his upper thigh. His impressive erection pressed against her hip, undeniable proof he was as aroused as she was. He took her mouth again in another heated kiss, wild with so much unbridled urgency her belly quivered.
    If this was how the man kissed…
    In the distance, a car horn blared.
    With a groan, Mike released her, pulling away until there was a good two feet between them.
    He stared at her hungrily, taking deep breaths. She, too, could barely breathe. Her pulse continued hammering away, nearly drowning out a car as it rounded the bend and drove past them.
    Cassie licked her lips, tasting him, smelling him all around her, willing him to reach out and kiss her again. But it was obvious from the look on his face that touching her now was the last thing on his mind.
    Dark brows drew together, blue eyes flashing with something akin to anger. Mike took another step back, clearing his throat and dragging his hand down his face. But not before lowering his gaze to where Cassie was certain her shirt was damp from where his mouth and tongue had ravaged her nipples.
    “You should go.” His tone was curt.
    Cassie widened her eyes. What the hell? He might as well have slapped her. One minute the man aroused her with passion she didn’t know existed, and the next he treated her as if she had the plague. Gritting her teeth, it was all she could do not to belt him a good one. Fury spiked her blood with more adrenaline than a quadruple shot of espresso.
    “Do you really think you can grope and manhandle me, then discard me like a tramp two seconds later?” And make me start to feel something for you. “If I could spit nails through your body armor, I’d gladly swallow a whole box.”
    Mike