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“We were kissing like it was a long-forgotten language

that we'd once been fluent in and were finding again”

― Morgan Matson, Since You've Been Gone

 

She shouldn’t have had that fourth glass of wine. But Lieutenant Provenza had been so generous, and who was she to discourage his uncharacteristic kindness? Or maybe she should have taken a taxi instead of allowing Lieutenant Flynn to drive her. But he had offered, and he had smiled that charming smile that lit up his entire face and made her toes curl against her will. It even would’ve been okay if she had taken her suitcase from him once he had lifted it out of the trunk in her parking garage. Instead, she had allowed him to follow her upstairs, carrying her luggage like the gentleman he claimed his mother had raised. Who was she to go against his good upbringing? Once they reached her condo door, she could have thanked him for the lift, bid him goodnight, and retreated to the safety of her home.

Sharon hadn’t done that, either so maybe it wasn’t surprising that she found herself pressed against the wall in the hallway of her building, kissing Andy Flynn. Or being kissed by him? She couldn’t recall who had started it, and it didn’t really matter at this point. His hands were on her ass, hers were laced at the back of his neck, and the pressure of his body against hers was divine. So were his lips. She had assumed that he had to be a decent kisser if the tales of his conquests were anywhere close to truthful, but reality was much better than anything she might have imagined. Not that she had done any such thing. She was a married woman, after all.  A married woman whose husband hadn’t been home in almost 10 years. A married woman who had little time for a private life and even less time to find a romantic partner who wouldn’t end up killing her and burying her body in Griffith Park.

His tongue sliding against hers sent a spark of electricity through her body, making her moan into their kiss. She curled her leg around his, sliding it up until she was able to grind against his obvious arousal. She cursed herself for choosing pants that morning when his hand drifted down to her thigh and lifted it higher, pulling her closer. His hips rolled into hers, pushing her against the wall with even more force, but she didn’t mind. She welcomed his passion, giving back in equal measure. She wanted more. God help her, but she wanted all of him. His skin on hers, his hands and lips all over her. She wanted to explore every inch of his body and feel him hot and thick between her legs. Her need for him was a living thing. It was all she could do not to tear his clothes off right where they stood, but a sliver of common sense remained in her lust-filled brain. She reluctantly pulled out of their kiss but kept him anchored to her with her arms and leg as she peered up at him, squinting slightly to focus.

“Maybe we should move this inside,” she suggested, licking her lips as she thought of everything she wanted to do to him once she got him into her bedroom. She didn’t usually move this swiftly, but there didn’t seem to be a point in delaying what they both wanted. They had known one another for more years than she cared to recall, and she knew that they were both interested in the same thing. There was no danger of emotions getting involved. It was about sex and nothing more.

When he took a step back, gently lowering her leg and disentangling her arms from behind his neck, it felt like a cold shower to Sharon, going a long way in sobering her up. He held both her hands in his, tugging gently when she tried to free herself to find her keys and flee into her condo. He looked down at her with a gentle smile, and if it weren’t for his lipstick-stained lips, the slight flush to his face, and his elevated breathing, she might have thought that the last few minutes had been a figment of her overactive imagination.

“You have no idea how much I want you right now, but I don’t think it’s such a good idea.” He paused, looking down at their hands for a second as he considered his next words. “I don’t want you to do anything you might regret in the morning.”

Sharon was sure that she blushed bright red under his sympathetic gaze. What Andy was too polite to say was that she was too drunk for him to have sex with. With her body still tingling from his touch, she wasn’t sure if she hated him for putting an end to it or adored him for looking out for her best interest when she couldn’t. Or wouldn’t.

“I’m so sorry, Lieutenant.” Her gaze was fixed on his chest as her cheeks burned with embarrassment. “I don’t know what I was thinking. I understand if you want to press charges.” Sharon shook her head in dismay. She of all people should know better than to try and seduce a subordinate.

“Hey, it’s all right, Sharon. You didn’t do anything I didn’t want, and no one needs to know,” he reassured her, tugging a loose strand of hair behind her ear. His hand lingered against the side of her face, his thumb caressing her cheek. “And, you know, if you still feel like doing this tomorrow, you’ve got my number.” He winked at her, allowing his eyes to roam over her, making sure she understood that he was very much interested.

His gaze sent a shiver down her spine, and she bit her lip, trying hard not to kiss him again. “Thank you for driving me home, Andy.” She held his gaze for a moment longer, relishing the sweet tension that coursed between them until it became too much. He took another step back, his hand brushing down her arm and capturing her hand. He lifted it, planting a soft, lingering kiss against her knuckles. The fleeting touch sent goosebumps up her arm and down her back, and she took a shuddering breath to calm her racing heart.

“Any time. Good night, Sharon,” he said, before he released her hand and turned to go.

“Good night, Andy,” she replied, watching him walk down the corridor until he vanished around the corner.

With a deep sigh she fell back against the wall and closed her eyes. Her heart was still racing, and her core was throbbing with need. Even slightly sobered up, she wanted him. The idea should horrify her, but it didn’t. It sent a thrill through her that she hadn’t felt in a long time. As she moved to open her door, a fleeting thought passed through her mind, making her smile even as she shook her head at her own silliness. Maybe she would take him up on his offer.