Friction (Red Hot Private Eye, Novella, Vol. 2) by Melanie Shawn Page A

moment that Mateo touched her again, how desperately she had been wanting to feel his skin against her, his hands on her body. Now that she was feeling desire exploding so powerfully through her, it became apparent how dangerously close to the surface it had been lurking the entire time, how easily it sprang forth in the first instant of their kiss.
    She felt herself become instantly wet at his touch—not the low-level, achy, moistness that plagued her the majority of the time Mateo was in the same room with her (and which was the reason she had started to mentally re-arrange her purse contents so that she could carry a fresh supply of panties with her at work now that they were sharing an office!). No, this was something entirely different.
    This was an instant flood, a heat exploding from her core that was so intense that she would be shocked if Mateo couldn't feel it, even through both of their clothes.
    Oh, yes, their clothes! That was another thing. Those needed to go.
    She immediately began tugging at his clothing, wanting him naked as quickly as possible.
    He pulled back and grinned at her. “Uh, uh, uh,” he said, echoing her words from their first encounter.
    She stepped back, puzzled.
    He took a step forward, closing the space between them that she had created.
    He leaned his head down seductively, his lips brushing her ear, his breath hot when he whispered, “I promised you something the last time we made love. In fact, it was the very last thing I said to you. Do remember that promise?”
    The memory of his words flooded through her. Suddenly, her throat was too tight, unable to eke out even a syllable, let alone a word. She nodded, her head shaky.
    “I promised that I was going to make you come. I intend to make good on that promise. In fact, I don't plan on doing anything else until that has happened.”
    He paused. Maybe he was waiting for her to argue with him, she thought. Well, he'd be waiting a long time. Even if she had the strength to mount an argument at this moment, she lacked the will.
    Or , you know...the ability to speak. But that was beside the point.
    “Is that alright with you?” he asked, his voice husky.
    She did the only thing which she seemed capable of doing. She nodded.
    “Good,” he finished, and she could hear the smile in his voice.
    With that, he whisked her up off of her feet and began carrying her back to the bedroom.
    God. If what Raiza had wished for was to be cared for, taken care of, she was certainly getting her wish. She was surprising herself, too. Between her background, and personality, she would have expected herself to react much differently. She would've predicted that, although she had been harboring a secret wish – especially in these last few days – to have someone take care of her, when it actually came true, it would make her so uncomfortable that she would have to back out of the situation. That it would be so untenable to her that she would not be able to stand it.
    However, now that it was actually happening, the opposite was true. Not only did it not make her un comfortable, she was actually supremely comfortable with it. She loved it, in fact.
    Being safe and secure in Mateo's arms as he carried her, her arms threaded around his neck, her head resting on his shoulder – she was happier in this moment than she could ever remember being. Ever. In her life.
    When they reached her bedroom, Mateo laid her gently down on the bed, pausing to kiss her before continuing. After the kiss, the sweetest and most gentle one that Raiza could ever remember experiencing, he drew back and began to undress her. His movements were tender but firm and decisive, and Raiza could feel each small movement stoking the fire of her arousal.
    By the time Mateo had finished and she was completely naked, her body was thrumming with desire. She felt like she was walking a tightrope, struggling between the desire to keep control and the desire to let go entirely, and even a small