He looks away, his hands curling around the steering wheel, gripping. “It…I…it doesn’t have to make sense to you. It’s just the way it is.”

“But it doesn’t have to be this way. If I knew the truth, I could maybe—”

“You’re not my lawyer, Mel.” He turns to me, his eyes blazing. “It’s not your job to fix this. You’re the one charging me. Why does this matter so much to you?”

“I told you why it matters,” I say, keeping my voice even and low to show him that I mean every word. “I don’t like to put innocent men in prison.”

“I think it’s more than that. Tell me,” he demands.

“Tell you what?” I fire back. And we’re inches apart now, eyes locked together.

“This.”

His mouth slams down on mine.

Chapter 12

He’s kissing me.

Oh, God, he’s kissing me.

Heaven. And hell. It’s the only way I can describe what’s happening right now.

The feel of Grayson’s lips against mine, his tongue in my mouth, his hands in my hair…heaven. But then there’s the message in my brain, screaming at me that I shouldn’t be doing this. I’m the assistant state attorney on his case. I’m going to be standing on the opposite side of the courtroom, across from this guy, as I charge him with a crime. This is so very wrong. It’s hell.

Just one more second. I’ll kiss him for one more second and then I’ll stop.

Grayson groans into my mouth. It’s a sound that can only be described as sweet ecstasy, and I nearly come right there on the spot.

Holy shit. I’m so screwed.

I don’t want to stop. He tastes so damn good…feels so damn good. His hands leave my hair, skimming down my shoulders, my arms, coming around my waist as he pulls me closer to him. My hands slide up his biceps, curling around the back of his neck. His tongue slides along my lower lip, then he sucks it into his mouth.

“You feel so damn good, Mel,” he says, and his voice rumbles against my lips, before he captures them savagely in an even hotter kiss.

I’m going to lose my job.

“Stop.” I press my hand into his chest, pushing myself back and away. “We have to stop.”

“Why?”

“Because!” I throw my hands up in the air and move back to my seat. I grab my bag from the floor and put it in my lap as a barrier. “I’m the assistant state attorney on your case! And you’re a drug dealer up on a charge, you realize. I could get fired from my job for this!”

“Hey, it’s okay,” he says, reaching for my arm.

I dodge his move. “No, it’s not okay. I’m the one who’s prosecuting you.”

Grayson doesn’t say anything. What can he say? It’s the truth.

I’m in so much trouble.

“I have to go.” I pull away from him, reaching for the handle.

“Mel. Wait,” he says. His tone is imploring, but I can’t stay. I have to go.