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to defend myself."
    "You shouldn't have been in here,” he growled. His gaze fell on the paper in her hands. “Getting rid of evidence?"
    "N-No, of course not. I just—” She blew out a breath. “Detective, as pleasurable as having you on top of me is, I'd just as soon get off this floor!"
    His flushed but hauled himself off of her and reached down to help her up. This time, he made no move to cover his swollen dick. She liked the feel of him on her? Let her look. And she did. He had thought she was a shy thing, but there was more to A'isha than met the eye. Not the least bit put off by her statement, he moved in close to her to breathe in her delicious scent.
    She stared up at him. “Detective?” Her lips were ripe for kissing. Just one taste. No one would have to know. He could be professional from here on out. He could ... Tipping her chin higher, he covered her mouth with hunger that scorched his mind. Nothing was as important as sticking his tongue in to sample her sweetness.
    Her moans did him in. He slid his hand down to her neck and pressed his body along hers with her back to the counter. With one thigh, he parted hers and ran his other hand down to her ass. He squeezed, and she whimpered. Just a little more, a little longer. Showering kisses along the side of her face, he nipped her soft skin, sucked at it and pressed harder. His shaft raged to get inside her. He fought to keep from yanking her dress up to satisfy his suspicion that she was wet between her legs. He wanted to taste there too. All night, inhaling her essence and feasting to his heart's content.
    Suspect.
    The word exploded into his mind. He drew back, releasing her. Distance between them was the best thing right now. He walked around the counter to where she had left the box, glimpsing again the overdue bills. A'isha was having money troubles. He should be trying to discover how that might tie in to her assistance's murder, but he didn't want to think of her being guilty.
    A look over his shoulder revealed her panting and straightening her clothes. Satisfaction rose inside him. She wanted him just as much as he wanted her, had enjoyed his touch, his kiss. He had been with a black woman only once in his life, and the experience hadn't been pleasant. But that had to do with the woman rather than the color of her skin. A person's race made no never mind to him, but his experience hadn't varied much from Caucasian women.
    "I apologize,” he began. “That was very unprofessional of me. It won't happen again.” The look of disappointment on her face almost made him cross to her and take her in his arms again. Just as she had shown spunk a moment ago, she could be playing him now. What better way to throw a man off your trail than to seduce him. Boy, could she seduce him with hips like hers. He wanted to hang onto them and ride to his heart's content.
    Clearing his throat, he turned away and picked up one of the letters in the box. The envelope said Air Mail. He guessed it was from her brother. She snatched it from his fingers. “That's mine. You have no right to go through my things."
    He puffed up, getting on his high horse to stare her down. “Might I remind you, Ms. Greene, that this is an official investigation?"
    "I know what it is!” she snapped. “You've been sure to remind me every time I've spoken to you. I'm sure kissing me was not a part of that, and neither is my correspondence."
    He faced her fully. “Did I hear a threatening tone in your voice?"
    She seemed to consider that a moment, and then her shoulders slumped. “No, it wasn't. I wanted that kiss as much as you did, and I was responsible for it happening just the same."
    She would have said more, but her cell phone rang, and she turned away to answer. He began sifting through her box, if for nothing else than to see if an address might catch his eye. With half an ear, he listened to her conversation.
    "Hello?” Her voice dropped lower. “John? All right. Yes, but do we