Arresting Desires (Lexie Sarcone Romance Series) Read Online Free PDF

promised.
    “Thanks,” I sighed, flopping back against the pillow.
    “I love you,” he whispered before leaving my bedroom.
     
    ~*~
     
    I woke up to the throbbing in my head. This felt like the worst hangover in the history of the universe but without the fringe benefits of being happily intoxicated the night before. Blinking a few times, I was relieved that the room was stable and the light that was coming through the drapes wasn’t painful or blinding. I actually was starting to feel better.
    “That concussion’s taken a lot out of you,” Michael whispered, and I turned on my side to face him. “You’ve slept all day.” Something seemed different about him. “It’s good. The doctors said you need lots of rest.”
    Reaching up, I pressed my fingers against a cut on his cheek. “What happened?”
    “Nothing,” he said, taking my hand in his. His knuckles were bruised and swollen.
    “Did you kill Kemper?” I asked, sounding horrified.
    He snorted and let out a resounding laugh. “No.” His eyes sparkled with mirth at my own stupidity. At least I had a great excuse this time; I was suffering from a blow to the head. I gave him a questioning look. “On my way back here from my apartment, I stopped by the precinct to see if they had caught the guys that attacked you.” He looked away, unsure if he should admit anything else. “I read the case file and Kemper’s report. Then I went and had a talk with that storekeeper, and we went for a ride.”
    “How’d you know where to look?” I asked. The story wasn’t making much sense, but that might have had more to do with my impaired mental state than Michael’s storytelling.
    “Because I’m great at detecting things. It says so on my badge,” he teased. “Anyway, the store owner recognized the three bastards. I called it in and subdued them until back-up could arrive.” He had tracked down the guys that hurt me and beat the shit out of them. “They can’t hurt you again, Lexie. I’ve made sure of that.”
    “You should ice your hand,” I mumbled, snuggling against him. My nice guy was a badass, and I loved it.
    “Nah, it feels…cathartic.” He kissed me gently and eased me back against his pillow before getting out of bed. “How are you feeling?”
    “Better. Maybe a little hot and bothered,” I raised an eyebrow suggestively, “but I won’t turn down another round of Tylenol.”
    “I’ ll bring you a couple of pills and some dinner.”

Chapter 6
     
    “This sucks,” I pouted. I was on sick leave from work, and Michael was either suspended or using his personal days to take care of me. I wasn’t sure which was accurate since he refused to give me a straight answer when I asked. “First, we couldn’t make plans for Valentine’s Day because we were working and I was supposed to be taking the detective’s exam, and now, we’re together but,” I wriggled against him suggestively, “I can’t convince you to touch me.”
    “The doctor said no physical exertion until after you have the stitches removed.” He brushed his lips against mine. “And trust me when I say the only thing I want to do is touch you,” he growled, his voice filled with desire as the fire burned inside his piercing blue eyes. “But it’s more important that you get better first.”
    “But I am feeling better,” I replied petulantly. He gave me a yeah, right look. “Seriously, I am. The headache still comes and goes, but everything else is back to normal.” Giving up against his stubborn, unyielding nature, I edged my pillow closer to him and settled down in the soft bedding.
    “The stitches come out Friday,” he remarked, “so depending on how you’re feeling and what the medical professionals say, why don’t we reschedule Valentine’s Day for Saturday. This week made it one month since that night at the precinct,” his eyes danced at the recollection, “so we’ll do something special.”
    “Oh yeah?” I challenged.
    “Moderately