Deadly Pursuit - Chapter 6
Tyre walked her down the short hall to the door of the guest room.
“If you need anything, I’m right across the hall,” he said, his gaze never leaving her face.
He stood close enough that she was engulfed in the spicy scent of his cologne.
This was crazy. They were coworkers. He was an alpha male, and she was a computer nerd. They had nothing in common.
But she tipped her chin up and went onto her toes as he leaned forward. He kissed her, tentatively at first, but when she parted her lips, he deepened the kiss. It was everything she’d imagined and more.
After a long moment that was still far too short, he broke off the kiss.
“Sweet dreams,” he said, as she closed the door to the guest room. Given that she’d likely be dreaming about that kiss and where it might have led all night, she was pretty sure her dreams would be anything but sweet.
Serena awoke the next morning with a jolt. Attempted kidnapping. Tyre saving her. She’d spent the night in his guest room. She was surprised she’d gotten any sleep at all, although she was sure the fact that she had was due entirely to Tyre. She knew deep down that he wouldn’t let any harm come to her, so she’d finally been able to relax.
The smell of freshly brewed coffee pulled her out of bed and had her heading for the kitchen.
Tyre was sitting at the table where they’d eaten dinner last night, a steaming mug in his hands.
He smiled when he saw her. “Good morning.”
“Good morning,” she returned, suddenly feeling shy. The kiss they’d shared jumped into the forefront of her mind. She would love to do it again, but she wasn’t sure whether he’d just been caught up in the moment coming down from the adrenaline rush of having saved her life.
As if he was reading her mind, Tyre stood, crossed the kitchen and caught her lips in a soft kiss.
“Now that’s a proper way to say good morning,” he said, drawing back.
A grin bloomed on her face. “I agree.”
Tyre gave her one more light kiss before shuffling to the counter. “I made coffee. You like yours light with two sugars, right?”
“Yeah,” she answered, surprised he’d noticed how she took her coffee.
He handed her the mug with a wry smile. “I am an investigator, remember? And when it comes to you, I’ve paid attention.”
A delicious heat swirled through her body. The urge to kiss him again was strong, but Tyre sat at the kitchen table, a serious expression on his face.
She sat down beside him.
“I checked, and the bank doesn’t open until 9:30 a.m. I think we should pay your friend a visit first, then head over to the bank.”