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the floor in a heap. She was naked from the waist up except for her
black bra. Moonlight kissed the smooth skin of shoulder and back, fine-boned
and feminine but with lean muscle skimming beneath the pale surface.
    Nick's pulse drummed out his desire like
a tribal beat. Now he knew why the guys all clamored for any job where Lucy
Hudson was involved. He was only a few feet away from her and he dared not
move, dared not breathe. But it was hell on his nerves to stay hidden when his
groin ached to be freed.

CHAPTER
2
     
    Lucy felt hot. Good. For the past six
months, she hadn't been turned on by her work but tonight she was back to her
old self. It was about damn time. Maybe afterwards she'd call up someone and
end this dry spell. There were a few cute guys who'd asked her out lately but
she hadn't taken up their offers. Maybe later...
    Who was she kidding? She sighed. She
couldn't do it anymore. She knew, without a doubt, that none of the guys in her
little black book would do. The only man she wanted to end her dry spell was
Detective Nick. She'd thought about him all day. Thought about his tongue
trailing down her breasts, past her belly button. Thought about him inside her,
filling her, giving her the release she craved but hadn't found in way too
long. Hadn't even looked for until yesterday evening when she'd slammed into
him downstairs.
    Even now, watching Mollino and his lover,
she was imagining herself and Nick. Only it would be better. As a lover, she
had no doubt he would be amazing, attentive and generous. Something about him
just told her that. Maybe it was his commanding presence, his unwavering
strength, or maybe it was his impressive bulges. He was a man who could give
her what she wanted, needed. If a man could make her skin tingle in
anticipation from one short, fully-clothed meeting, imagine what he could do in
one long, naked night.
    Lucy hoped he'd be downstairs again
tonight. If he really was watching her then he would be, although why he'd be
investigating her was a mystery. Usually she dealt with the constables or
sergeants, not detectives.
    As Mollino's girlfriend reached her
second orgasm, Lucy had become so hot she had to shed something. Her sweater
felt too warm, too tight so she discarded it. The rough wool grazed against her
arms as it slid to the floor. Cool air sighed against her burning skin. Relief.
    She peeked through her camera and clicked
as Mollino took his lover's ample breast into his mouth. Lucy's skin tingled as
she imagined Detective Nick doing that to her. She closed her eyes and touched
her bra-covered breast. She cupped a hand underneath and rubbed around and up. It
wasn't enough. It wasn't Nick's hand. His fingers would be deft. They'd finger
the lacy edge of her bra, like this, and after she begged him to squeeze one,
he'd slowly push his fingers inside the fabric and tease the nipple until it
was raw.
    A strangled gasp from the corner of the
room sent a jolt through her and she dropped her hand.
    "Who's there?" She picked up
her sweater and clutched it over her breasts. Why bother? Whoever was there
would have already seen everything. She dropped it so she'd have both hands
free. Her gaze swept around the room but apart from the shapes of a chair and
couch, she saw nothing in the darkness.
    "Who's there?" she said louder.
She hated hearing the shake in her voice. She swallowed and sized up the camera
and tripod for a weapon. "Show yourself!"
    Something stirred in the corner, near the
furniture. A man, tall and broad, stood in silhouette. Lucy's heart leapt to
her throat.
    "It's all right," he said. His
voice was low, rugged and familiar. "I'm not going to hurt you."
    Lucy straightened and placed her hands on
her hips. "Detective Nick! Come to arrest me?"
    He stepped into the moonlight and she
could see the tension in his tight lips. She knew then that he'd seen
everything—and that he was turned on by it. She smiled.
    "No," he said quietly. "Warn
you."
    "Oh?"
    His gaze slid