The Heat Is On (13 page)

Bella allowed herself a moment of panic, a full sixty seconds, before she grabbed her purse and keys.

“No, no one's come or gone that shouldn't be here,” the cop was saying into his phone. When he'd disconnected, he walked Bella to her car, his gaze vigilant and alert. “Where are you going?” he asked her.

She sighed. The only place she'd probably ever intended to end up tonight, in spite of the fact that she had no idea why he wanted her there. And at the moment, none of that mattered. The note had been a clear warning—he was in danger.

Because of her. “Jacob's.”

He nodded, and as he watched her drive off, pulled out his cell phone again.

On the road, she pulled out her own cell phone and called Jacob.

“Jesus,” he said in clear relief. “I just heard from Ethan, and I've been going nuts.”

“I had protection.”

“Yes, but I still want you out of the apartment,” he said in an unmistakable demand.

“Already ahead of you.”

In the following beat of silence she could hear his anger that she'd left her protection behind. “Where are you? I'll call an escort—”

“I'm halfway there. I'm on Highway 1 already.”

“Jesus, you must be flying.”

“Do you have a squad car there? Are you protected?”

“Yes.” His voice softened. “It's going to be okay, Bella.”

“The eliminating part,” she managed to say. “That's a little troublesome.”

“We'll protect them.”

“You,” she said, throat tight. “I'm worried about
you,
Jacob. And here I am, on my way to your house, maybe leading someone right to you.” Oh, God.

She looked in her rearview mirror. Light traffic.

No way to tell if anyone was following her. “I can't do this. I'm not coming to you.”

“Yes, you are,” he said in that same calm, even voice, and only because she knew him did she hear the undertone of anger and worry.

For her. “Jacob—”

“Listen to me. If you don't come here, I'm going to get on my motorcycle to come get you, and I'm on narcotics, Bella. It won't be pretty.” He softened his voice. “Please. Please come here.
Now.
”

Okay, so the domineering “now” ruined the “please” but she nodded. She would do as he asked, and once again she'd be with him, spend time with
him—not because he
wanted
her to come and stay, but because his sense of protectiveness insisted on it.

Fifteen minutes later, she pulled up his driveway and parked next to the squad car already parked there. She saw Jacob move away from where he'd been talking to his protection. She got a quick glimpse of faded Levi's low on his hips, the splint and nothing else as she opened her car door.

And then he was right there, pulling her in close against that bare, warm chest. His good arm tightened around her, his warm lips brushing her temple. “You're safe now, Bella. I've got you.”

She slid her arms around his waist and felt the reassuring bulk of his gun in the back of his waistband. “It's you I'm worried about.”

“I'm safe, too.”

Yes. Yes, he was, and she sucked in air for the first time since she'd found the note, rubbing her cheek over a hard pec. Melting into him, she let the rest of the world slip away, leaning forward until her head was tucked under his chin.

She was safe in his arms.

Or at least her body was.

She just wasn't nearly so sure about her heart.

E
THAN MET THEM AT
Jacob's house, and took the note for evidence. Bella called Willow, to tell her about the latest development, and discovered her boss had gone to Trevor's instead because her mother had been hosting bingo for thirty-five seniors. Trevor got on the phone and told Bella to come, as well, but she said she was fine where she was for the night.

And then hoped that was true.

Jacob had left her alone in the living room to give her privacy for her calls, and done with them now, she went to the kitchen. There she grabbed Jacob's pain pills and a glass of water, because she hadn't missed how pale and shaky he'd seemed during the meeting with Ethan, but when she moved down the hall to his bedroom, it was empty.

The bathroom door was open, and the shower was running. She stepped into the steamy room, and thanks to the glass tub enclosure, had a perfect view.

Jacob stood facing the water, his good arm straight out in front of him, braced on the tile, head bent so that the water beat down on his shoulders and back.

“What are you doing?”

He lifted his head. “Cleaning up.”

“You'll get your bandage wet.”

“It has to be changed anyway.”

He reached for the shampoo, and she didn't miss his wince. “Wait.” Peeling off her clothes, she stepped into the tub and met his hot, hot gaze.

“That should have been on my fantasy list,” he said.

“What?”

“Watching you strip.”

“Do you ever think of anything besides me naked?”

He smiled. “I think of me naked, with you.”

“Turn and face the water, perv, I'll help you soap up.”

When he turned, she wrapped her arms around him from behind, and then, because she couldn't resist, kissed first his good shoulder, and then moved to the other, kissing all around the edge of his bandaging. When she got to the center of his back and pressed her lips to his spine, he sucked in a breath and dropped his head forward with a moan for more.

Pouring some shower gel into her hands, she pressed her body against his so that there wasn't a breath of space between them, and ran her soapy
hands over his chest, his abs, and then guiding her fingers downward, wrapped them around his erection.

Another rough groan escaped him and he leaned back into her. “God, Bella.”

Her mouth continued to skim over his spine as she stroked the length of him in her slicked-up fingers, apparently applying just the right amount of pressure, because he actually whimpered.

“Okay?” she whispered, sliding her other hand down the front of a rock-hard thigh, then up again to cup him, gently squeezing.

“Christ.” His voice was thick and husky. “If I was any more okay, I'd be a puddle on the tile at your feet.” He covered her hand with his and stroked himself along with her, showing her how hard he liked it. After a minute, he groaned and pulled away. “Stop,” he gasped. “I'm going to come if you keep that up.”

She peered around his arm to take in the sight of him fully aroused, wet and glistening, and her mouth actually watered. “Sit.”

“What?”

She pushed him down to the tub ledge along the back, then straddled his legs and kissed him.

Gripping her hip with his good hand, he dived into the kiss, taking her mouth roughly, stroking her tongue with his while his one hand ran feverishly over her, gliding over her breasts, cupping and squeezing her ass. “You feel so good,” he murmured against her wet skin. Dipping his head, he pulled a nipple
into his mouth at the same time his thumb stroked between her thighs, directly over ground zero, and that was it for her.

In that moment, she didn't care what this was, or why she was trying to hold back.

She needed him.

“Inside me,” she gasped.

“But you're not ready—”

“I was ready before I even got here.” Lifting up, she slid herself down onto his hard, throbbing length all in one motion, fully seating him deep within her.

“Oh, Christ, Bella.”

Her body clenched hard, making him groan again.

“Condom,” he groaned.

“It's the wrong time of the month.” Then she gave him the line he'd so often given her. “It should be okay.” She listened to the sound of his quickened breathing, loving how his arm tightened on her as he kissed her throat, a breast, licking his tongue over her nipple as he thrust up within her.

Her arms tightened on him, too, and she shifted restlessly, feeling filled, feeling desperate, feeling so hungry and achy,
needing
him—

Needing.

God, she was half out of her mind with the need, and also halfway to heaven, and only partially aware that she was spreading hot, desperate kisses over his neck in tune to the hot, desperate words she was
whispering, “Don't stop, Jacob. Please, don't stop loving me…”

“I won't,” he swore, wrapping his good arm solidly around her back as he began to move, flexing his hips, doing his best to meet her thrust for thrust as he kissed, bit and sucked the skin of her neck and throat, all of it turning her on all the more, as if she needed to be any more turned on.

“God, Bella.” He paused to devour her mouth again, his tongue tangling with hers. “You're so wet, so tight.” He was looking into her eyes, holding her gaze prisoner, and she couldn't look away, didn't want to.

“Mine,”
she thought he whispered, but then she burst and could hear nothing but the blood rushing through her head and the faint guttural sound of Jacob's rough groan as he came, his entire body contracting with hers, taking her over the edge yet again in a longer, protracted orgasm she wasn't sure she'd survive. Then his mouth touched hers, sharing air, sharing everything he had, and there were no more thoughts.

 

F
OR A WEEK NOTHING MORE
happened on the case. No shootings, no notes, nothing out of the ordinary. The men on Bella's date list were still watched and protected to the best of the P.D.'s ability, but every day that passed seemed to drain some of the urgency away.

Not Jacob. He remained frustrated and worried
about Bella's safety, especially given that his shooting arm was, well, shot.

But he was glad for the reprieve from more death and mayhem. It gave him time to obsess over whatever he'd done to make Bella pull back. Not physically.

Physically, they were still setting records for condom usage and the number of times they could drive each other insane in bed.

And out of it.

But emotionally…emotionally Bella had changed, albeit so slightly it was hard to be sure. Still, ever since that day after his shooting, when Austin had walked in on them, she hadn't been quite as open, quite as…his.

And nothing he did seemed to bring her back. The only time she allowed any kind of connection with him was when they were making love. And that should have been enough.

But it wasn't.

Another adjustment was the whole being off work. For the first time in years, he wasn't working 24/7, and he…liked it.

He liked it a lot.

He liked having free time, which he did his best to spend with Bella. She and Willow were determined to reclaim Edible Bliss and get over the shootings, and their customer base was slowly returning, but when she wasn't toiling away in the kitchen, she came out to be with him.

He'd played the injured-patient card for the first few days, and had indeed coaxed a Nurse Bella out of the deal. And then, though he was up and about, he managed to still need her help with as many tasks that involved dressing and undressing as possible.

She'd been game.

So maybe he'd imagined the other, the slight pulling back. Maybe it was just her way of keeping it “casual” like they'd agreed.

If so, he had to respect that.

And so it was that one week after getting shot, he'd conned Austin into bringing Shenanigans takeout for him and Bella. She was due off work any time, and had said she'd drive over.

He'd have preferred to take her out in person. Maybe for paddle boarding, or kayaking. Or a ride on his bike.

Something wild and fun and adventurous.

But he was still so limited. The shoulder was healing, but slowly,
painfully
slowly. He'd started physical therapy, except it would be a month yet before he had full movement.

At least his doctor had promised to clear him back to desk duty next week.

Woo hoo. Desk duty. He could hardly wait.

Austin let himself in and set down the bag in the kitchen. “Where's the wife?”

“Funny.”

“No, what's funny is that you think I'm kidding.”

Jacob pulled out the containers of food and…a couple of X-rated magazines. He slid a look at Austin.

“What? You're married, not dead.”

“Will you stop with the married thing? We're just…seeing each other.” Austin snorted.

“What?”

“Jacob, she has a drawer of her stuff in your bathroom.”

“So?”

“So when a woman has a drawer in a guy's house, it's
not
casual.”

“It's just while I'm recuperating.”

“Really? So when you're back to work, you're going to tell her the license for the drawer is revoked?”

Jacob opened his mouth, and then shut it.

Shit.

He hadn't thought of it like that. Hell, he'd not thought of it at all.

“Look,” Austin said, taking pity on him. “As a cop, you're careful, methodical. It's what makes you so great at the work. But you suck at the real-life shit.”

“I do not.”

“Real-life shit can't be run off a careful, methodical plan of attack, man. Or by the book. Sometimes you have to wing it. Sometimes you have to go with the flow.”

“I can go with the flow as good as the next guy.”

Austin wasn't buying it. “Going with the flow would mean accepting that Bella isn't just a casual fling. That things have changed, and you want more with her.”

“More doesn't work out for me, remember?”

“Yeah, but that was when you were with the wrong women, and when you were just a badass detective and nothing else.”

“What are you talking about? I'm still a detective.”

Austin eyed Jacob's board shorts, which was all he was wearing. “No, now you're also part beach bum apparently. Maybe
that
guy could go for more and keep it.”

“Would you quit it already. We're just messing around.” There wasn't more, there couldn't be, even if he sometimes lately found himself wishing for it. No woman in her right mind would want more from a cop, and he knew this from personal experience. “Hey, guys.”

They both whipped around to find Bella in the doorway.

“Didn't mean to startle you,” she said. “I knocked, but no one answered.”

As usual, she was a sight for sore eyes. She wore a knit top that crisscrossed her breasts and was the color of her eyes, with a short denim skirt that made the best of her mouthwatering legs. Jacob headed for her, pulling her in, pressing his mouth to her jaw, then her lips, and though she met his kiss, it seemed
devoid of its usual wattage. “You okay?” he asked, running his good hand down her arm. “Always.”

“You kids enjoy,” Austin said, and pulled Jacob away from Bella in the guise of giving him a brotherly noogie. “You might want to explain that ‘just messing around' comment to her,” he whispered.

But Jacob knew that no explanation was necessary, not for Bella, who'd set the rules herself. He shoved Austin out the door and smiled at Bella. “Hungry?”

Her gaze met his, a little too shuttered for his liking, but she was smiling warmly and was clearly happy to see him. “Starving,” she murmured.

 

W
HEN
B
ELLA OPENED HER EYES
a few hours later, it was ten o'clock at night and the sun was long gone. Jacob was asleep beside her, both of them naked. They were sideways in his bed, blankets and sheets long ago tossed to the floor.

Jacob was on his back, his good arm being used as her pillow. She'd thrown a leg over him and had drooled on his chest. Carefully she untangled herself, rolled off the bed and began to search out the various articles of clothing that had been strewn around the room.

Jacob had been right. He was recovering nicely, and had proven it. Three times.

She slipped into her clothes, grabbed her sandals, and tiptoed to the bedroom door. “Hey.”

With a grimace, she plastered on a smile and only when she was sure it was light and casual—God, how she'd grown to hate that word—did she turn. “Hey.”

Sprawled out, lit only by the moonlight slanting in his window, Jacob sent her a lazy smile, a wicked smile, the kind that suggested maybe a late-night snack to regain some strength, and then another heart-stopping round of naked fun. “Where're you going?”

She hesitated. “I thought I'd stay at Willow's mom's tonight.”

“Bella, it's late. I don't want you driving back into town now.”

Then ask me to stay…

“Stay,” he said.

Oh, God. Her heart actually skipped a beat as hope and affection and something far trickier all tangled for space in her heart, which had just lodged itself in her throat. She held her breath and moved closer to the bed. “Why?” she whispered.

“I just said why, it's late.”

Disappointment nearly choked her. No worries. She'd go home and drown it out with chocolate. “I have to get up early anyway, and you don't. You need your rest.”

He sat up, the muscles in his abs crunching.

God, he was beautiful. It wasn't fair just how beautiful, and with a sigh, she leaned in to kiss him.

She couldn't help herself.

He cupped the back of her head and deepened the kiss, fisting his hand in her hair, pressing her in toward him until she began to melt.