Chapters (30)
- Table of Contents
- Copyright
- Dedication
- Who's Who on Gansett Island
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Epilogue
- Waiting for Love Contest
- Gansett Island FAQ
- Treading Water
- Other Books By Marie Force
- About the Author
- Reviews
“What’re you up to, Chief Taylor?” Tiffany closed her eyes and sighed with pleasure, as she did every time he was near. She kept waiting for the other shoe to drop, for the whole thing to go bad, but it only got better.
“About nine inches and growing,” he said as he always did, making her giggle—like always.
She slapped his rear, drawing a groan from him. “You’re so fresh.”
“You love me.”
“Yes, I do. I love you so much.”
“I never get tired of hearing that, baby.”
Before she knew what hit her, he was inside her, making tender sweet love to her. How did he do that? How did he walk in the room, strip out of his clothes and rev her up so easily? In the past, it had taken a lot more effort to get her in the mood. “I don’t know how you do this to me every time.”
“Do what? What am I doing?”
“Making me crazy without lifting a finger.”
He withdrew from her suddenly, making her wish she’d kept her mouth shut. “I skipped over all the preliminaries, didn’t I?”
“I don’t care. Come back.”
“In a minute.” He set out to kiss her everywhere, or so it seemed to Tiffany. By the time he entered her again, she was hovering on the brink of an explosive release, which detonated the second he pushed into her. “God, that’s hot. You make me pretty crazy, too. You know that?”
She looked up at him, so sexy and amazing, so devoted to her and her daughter, and the words tumbled out of her mouth before she took even a second to contemplate what she was saying. “When are you going to move in with us?”
He stopped moving and stared down at her, his expression unreadable. “I…ah… I didn’t know you want me to.”
Her casual shrug belied the pounding of her heart and the fear that he might say no. “You sleep here every night that you’re not working.”
“True.” Though he kept up the movement of his hips, she could tell she’d taken him out of the moment with her offer.
Determined to keep his mind on the task at hand, she ran her tongue over his nipple and bit down gently, drawing a sharp inhale that regained his attention.
He captured her mouth in a passionate kiss as he gathered her in tight against him and came hard without breaking the kiss. For a long time afterward, he held her close. Steeped in his familiar scent and the scratch of his late-day whiskers against her neck, Tiffany was certain she’d never been happier or more content in her life.
He’d very quickly become essential to her, and she could no longer imagine a day without him in it. Best of all, her daughter was equally smitten with their handsome cop.