Intimate Caresses (The Love and Danger Series) by Elizabeth Lennox Read Free Book Online

“Or some jerk who has more muscles than courtesy might storm into my personal space and try to intimidate me.”  She glared up at him, daring him to deny what he was trying to do to her.
    He glared right back down at her.  “You think this is intimidation?” he asked, thinking it felt more like him holding himself back from kissing her.  
    She ignored the trembling in her body, the excitement curling up in her stomach and focused only on her anger.  “I think you’re a big, mean police officer who thinks I murdered someone and you’re just trying to get information by scaring me half to death.”
    Damn he liked the lilting, southern quality of her voice when she got nervous or angry .  And he really loved the feel of her breasts against his chest.  Hell, he liked just about everything about her except for the fact that she might have murdered someone last night.  Or tried to. 
    “Maybe I just want to get to know you better,” he suggested, being completely honest with her. 
    She tried to slip under his arm, to put some space between their bodies but he easily blocked her escape route by sliding his arm lower.  “And you get to know someone by scaring them?”
    He smiled down at her, wondering what she might think if she could read his mind.  She’d probably slap his face.  And he’d definitely deserve it.
    Pushing back from the wall, he continued to look down at her.  “I have more questions,” he stated. 
    She slipped around him, moving into her kitchen.  She didn’t want him in her family room which didn’t contain any family room furniture.  It was filled with several monitors and a high powered computer, not to mention several different servers and various other components.  She spent almost all of her money on computer equipment, trying to get her secret project up and running. 
    “What are your questions?” she asked, taking her tea pot and filling it with water.  She tried to pretend that her hands weren’t shaking and she was only leaning against the counter to balance herself.  It had nothing to do with the fact that she was having problems holding herself up with her wobbly knees. 
    Brock looked around, noting that there weren’t any personal knick knacks around the kitchen.  Most women he knew had things everywhere.  Pictures, colorful hand towels, little things that took up space on the counters…Nina didn’t even have a toaster on her counter.  There wa s a coffee maker that was empty and a tea pot on the stove.  When she opened a cabinet door, there were four cups, four dishes, four bowls and four glasses – all of the kind that one would purchase at a low end department store for the smallest amount of money possible. 
    Didn’t she cook?  He peered into the trashcan and noticed several empty boxes of frozen meals and a couple of yogurt containers, some fruit remnants and used coffee grounds. 
    “Thanks, I’ll have a cup as well,” he told her, even though he didn’t really need any additional caffeine at this point in the evening. 
    She froze, but a moment later, she took another cup from the cabinet.  With a smile that tightened his stomach, she turned around and faced him.  “I’d be happy to make you a cup,” she told him.  “What additional question s do you have for me?” she prompted again.
    Br ock really didn’t like that smile, but he wasn’t sure why.  Something was wrong.  She never smiled around him.  Oh, he suspected she was feeling exactly the same things he was, but smiling didn’t have any place in what they were feeling. 
    Well, maybe afterwards….
    “Were you able to come up with a possible alibi for last night?” he asked, grasping at straws. 
    Nina glanced to the right, thinking about her programming.  She’d built her system so that, anytime she was working on her project, it automatically saved her program every five minutes, just to ensure that she didn’t lose anything.  But she also worked quickly, her