Hard Days Knight: Under-Cover Knights, Book 1 by Livia Quinn Read Free Book Online Page B

softly, “You remind me of him, you know.”
    “Really. I can’t think of a better compliment. Now, who will you turn to for answers, a priest or a romance cover model?”
    Her eyes slanted up, “That’s easy. I’d turn to the man of the cloth, the tartan kilt that is.”
    Luc picked up her hand, threw the cloth in the sink and placed her hand on his shoulder as if they were about to dance. The silence stretched around them like a cocoon.
    Drawing her to him, he said, “If I’m reading that look correctly, then please, don’t slap me when I do this…”
    His left hand slipped into her hair and slowly his face lowered, eyes locked until his lips met hers. His were warm and firm and coaxed hers to open and allow his tongue to gently seek entrance, meeting hers in tentative strokes.
    He tasted wonderful, and smelled of fresh air and male heat. She loved the feel of his strong shoulders under her hands. She inhaled deeply and sucked his tongue into her mouth, hers dancing with his as every thrust drove heat down, down. Her fingers wound through the silky dark strands and she felt the press of his arousal through her jeans as he leaned her against the counter. His hand found her breast and cupped it,thumb swiping across her nipple. She shivered. Then, his arm came around her holding her as he withdrew from the kiss and set his chin on top of her head, breathing hard.
    He blew out a sigh. “Well, Ms. Sexy cop, I’m all for making love on the cot in my office but I promised you dinner.”
    Del was amazed at the speed with which her body had responded to Luc’s. She’d never been the type to be coy or play games, and she wouldn’t start with him. With her face buried in his chest, her blood racing to the beat of his heart beneath her cheek, she said, “I don’t know. How strong is that cot?”
    He pulled back and his smile kicked up on one side. “Okay, since I didn’t scare you off, how long do you need to get ready for dinner?”
    “We’re not going for the cot?” Even to her own ears she sounded disappointed.
    “It’s sweet of you to reconsider, darlin’, but I must pay my debts. Now, off with you. I’ll pick you up at seven. What’s your address?” Del told him and he released her. “Don’t forget. La Maison is black tie on Saturday night.”
    She had forgotten, and knowing how well he looked in costume, she couldn’t wait to see him in a suit and tie.

Chapter 9
    D elilah was nervous . Why, she wondered. She’d been on dozens of dates. But this was the good kind of nerves, with anticipation, desire and wonder all built in. Her heart was beating just a bit faster than usual. She’d been dressed for half an hour and studied herself in the mirror. For the first time in a long time, she didn’t see Del Burke, badge 9111. She saw a rather attractive blonde in a royal blue halter dress that made her eyes stand out and her skin glow. Or maybe that was the anticipation.
    Her thoughts strayed back to the gym kitchen and Luc’s kiss, his hand on her breast. Her breathing quickened and the skin above the bodice of her dress took on a rosy blush. Her hand slipped inside the halter, adjusting the fit. As her fingers brushed the nipple, heat pooled between her thighs. If she didn’t change the direction of her thoughts, she’d be pulling Luc into the apartment and having her way with him at 7:01.
    The doorbell rang. Delilah jumped. “Coming.” She leaned into the mirror making one last check of her makeup and jewelry.
    When she opened the door, she reconsidered dragging Luc off to her bed. The man was GQ-ad gorgeous in his black suit, white pleated shirt and…she leaned forward…a black and gold New Orleans Saints tie.
    “Love the tie, she said. His hair was loose nearly to his shoulders and when he issued an order for her to stand back so he could admire her dress, fire nearly sparked from his eyes. “You are so beautiful, you make my eyes hurt.”
    She laughed, thinking maybe it was a line but the