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  “Okay?” she whispered, sliding her other hand down the front of a rock-hard thigh, then up again to cup him, gently squeezing.

  “Christ.” His voice was thick and husky. “If I was any more okay, I’d be a puddle on the tile at your feet.” He covered her hand with his and stroked himself along with her, showing her how hard he liked it. After a minute, he groaned and pulled away. “Stop,” he gasped. “I’m going to come if you keep that up.”

  She peered around his arm to take in the sight of him fully aroused, wet and glistening, and her mouth actually watered. “Sit.”

  “What?”

  She pushed him down to the tub ledge along the back, then straddled his legs and kissed him.

  Gripping her hip with his good hand, he dived into the kiss, taking her mouth roughly, stroking her tongue with his while his one hand ran feverishly over her, gliding over her breasts, cupping and squeezing her ass. “You feel so good,” he murmured against her wet skin. Dipping his head, he pulled a nipple into his mouth at the same time his thumb stroked between her thighs, directly over ground zero, and that was it for her.

  In that moment, she didn’t care what this was, or why she was trying to hold back.

  She needed him.

  “Inside me,” she gasped.

  “But you’re not ready—”

  “I was ready before I even got here.” Lifting up, she slid herself down onto his hard, throbbing length all in one motion, fully seating him deep within her.

  “Oh, Christ, Bella.”

  Her body clenched hard, making him groan again.

  “Condom,” he groaned.

  “It’s the wrong time of the month.” Then she gave him the line he’d so often given her. “It should be okay.” She listened to the sound of his quickened breathing, loving how his arm tightened on her as he kissed her throat, a breast, licking his tongue over her nipple as he thrust up within her.

  Her arms tightened on him, too, and she shifted restlessly, feeling filled, feeling desperate, feeling so hungry and achy, needing him—

  Needing.

  God, she was half out of her mind with the need, and also halfway to heaven, and only partially aware that she was spreading hot, desperate kisses over his neck in tune to the hot, desperate words she was whispering, “Don’t stop, Jacob. Please, don’t stop loving me…”

  “I won’t,” he swore, wrapping his good arm solidly around her back as he began to move, flexing his hips, doing his best to meet her thrust for thrust as he kissed, bit and sucked the skin of her neck and throat, all of it turning her on all the more, as if she needed to be any more turned on.

  “God, Bella.” He paused to devour her mouth again, his tongue tangling with hers. “You’re so wet, so tight.” He was looking into her eyes, holding her gaze prisoner, and she couldn’t look away, didn’t want to.

  “Mine,” she thought he whispered, but then she burst and could hear nothing but the blood rushing through her head and the faint guttural sound of Jacob’s rough groan as he came, his entire body contracting with hers, taking her over the edge yet again in a longer, protracted orgasm she wasn’t sure she’d survive. Then his mouth touched hers, sharing air, sharing everything he had, and there were no more thoughts.

  FOR A WEEK NOTHING MORE happened on the case. No shootings, no notes, nothing out of the ordinary. The men on Bella’s date list were still watched and protected to the best of the P.D.’s ability, but every day that passed seemed to drain some of the urgency away.

  Not Jacob. He remained frustrated and worried about Bella’s safety, especially given that his shooting arm was, well, shot.

  But he was glad for the reprieve from more death and mayhem. It gave him time to obsess over whatever he’d done to make Bella pull back. Not physically.

  Physically, they were still setting records for condom usage and the number of times they could drive each other insane in bed.

  And out of it.

  But emotionally…emotionally Bella had changed, albeit so slightly it was hard to be sure. Still, ever since that day after his shooting, when Austin had walked in on them, she hadn’t been quite as open, quite as…his.

  And nothing he did seemed to bring her back. The only time she allowed any kind of connection with him was when they were making love. And that should have been enough.

  But it wasn’t.

  Another adjustment was the whole being off work. For the first time in years, he wasn’t working 24/7, and he…liked it.

  He liked it a lot.

  He liked having free time, which he did his best to spend with Bella. She and Willow were determined to reclaim Edible Bliss and get over the shootings, and their customer base was slowly returning, but when she wasn’t toiling away in the kitchen, she came out to be with him.

  He’d played the injured-patient card for the first few days, and had indeed coaxed a Nurse Bella out of the deal. And then, though he was up and about, he managed to still need her help with as many tasks that involved dressing and undressing as possible.

  She’d been game.

  So maybe he’d imagined the other, the slight pulling back. Maybe it was just her way of keeping it “casual” like they’d agreed.

  If so, he had to respect that.

  And so it was that one week after getting shot, he’d conned Austin into bringing Shenanigans takeout for him and Bella. She was due off work any time, and had said she’d drive over.

  He’d have preferred to take her out in person. Maybe for paddle boarding, or kayaking. Or a ride on his bike.

  Something wild and fun and adventurous.

  But he was still so limited. The shoulder was healing, but slowly, painfully slowly. He’d started physical therapy, except it would be a month yet before he had full movement.

  At least his doctor had promised to clear him back to desk duty next week.

  Woo hoo. Desk duty. He could hardly wait.

  Austin let himself in and set down the bag in the kitchen. “Where’s the wife?”

  “Funny.”

  “No, what’s funny is that you think I’m kidding.”

  Jacob pulled out the containers of food and…a couple of X-rated magazines. He slid a look at Austin.

  “What? You’re married, not dead.”

  “Will you stop with the married thing? We’re just…seeing each other.” Austin snorted.

  “What?”

  “Jacob, she has a drawer of her stuff in your bathroom.”

  “So?”

  “So when a woman has a drawer in a guy’s house, it’s not casual.”

  “It’s just while I’m recuperating.”

  “Really? So when you’re back to work, you’re going to tell her the license for the drawer is revoked?”

  Jacob opened his mouth, and then shut it.

  Shit.

  He hadn’t thought of it like that. Hell, he’d not thought of it at all.

  “Look,” Austin said, taking pity on him. “As a cop, you’re careful, methodical. It’s what makes you so great at the work. But you suck at the real-life shit.”

  “I do not.”

  “Real-life shit can’t be run off a careful, methodical plan of attack, man. Or by the book. Sometimes you have to wing it. Sometimes you have to go with the flow.”

  “I can go with the flow as good as the next guy.”

  Austin wasn’t buying it. “Going with the flow would mean accepting that Bella isn’t just a casual fling. That things have changed, and you want more with her.”

  “More doesn’t work out for me, remember?”

  “Yeah, but that was when you were with the wrong women, and when you were just a badass detective and nothing else.”

  “What are you talking about? I’m still a detective.”

  Austin eyed Jacob’s board shorts, which was all he was wearing. “No, now you’re also part beach bum apparently. Maybe that guy could go for more and keep it.”

  “Would you quit it already. We’re just messing around.” There wasn’t more