Page 42 of Before and After

“Sure.”

I stood with my hands in my pockets as they talked, and Allie answered all of the officer’s questions.

“I’d better get Allie home,” I said.

“I can try and get an Uber.”

“No.” I nodded at Sanchez. “Thanks again.”

“Any time, Castro.” The officer smiled. “I’ll keep you posted.” She walked out.

“Are you…dating her?”

I frowned at Allie. “What?”

“Officer Sanchez.”

“No.” Did she really think I’d kiss her, touch her, if I was dating someone else?

“She wants to jump your bones.”

I ushered Allie out of the waiting room and made a scoffing sound.

“God, you are dense,” she muttered

“I have no personal interest in Officer Sanchez.”

“Sure. A sexy young officer with big doe eyes.” She fluttered her eyelashes.

I whirled and grabbed her. “I think you’re the dense one.”

She blinked, her gaze on mine. “What?”

Even with my brain screaming at me to step back and let her go, I backed her toward the wall. “There’s only one woman who is under my skin, like a damn itch.”

Allie sucked in a breath. Her back hit the wall. “Oh, I’m an itch, am I? Like a bad rash.”

“I wouldn’t be touching you, kissing you, or making you come on my fingers if I was interested in another woman.”

Her chest hitched, then her gaze dropped to my mouth.

I leaned forward, my lips hovering over hers.

Back off, Castro.

I closed my mouth over hers.

My blood running hot, I claimed her mouth. I teased her with my tongue, and she made a low, needy sound before parting her lips for me.

Tunneling my fingers into her hair, I held her so I could kiss her deep and hard. I kept kissing, like it was the only thing I needed.

We broke apart for a second, both of us breathing hard. Then we both went at each other again. Her arms wrapped around my neck and she pressed against me. With a low groan, I pinned her to the wall. She rubbed against me with wild abandon, and I knew she’d feel my steel-hard cock digging into her stomach.

We broke apart again and my damn mind was spinning.

No control. With her, I lost sight of everything. A damn terrorist could walk right up to me and I wouldn’t know. Wouldn’t care.

Shit. I stared at her, trying to drag air into my burning lungs. She was breathing heavily as well.