Whiskey Rebellion (Romantic Mystery/Comedy) Book 1 (Addison Holmes Mysteries)

nothing.” Nick put his hands on his hips and his windbreaker shifted so I could see his gun.
    “You’re wearing a gun in church,” I whispered, looking around to make sure there was no chance of getting struck by lightning.
    “Honey, the only time I don’t wear a gun is when I’m in bed or in the shower. You’ll have an opportunity to see for yourself before too much longer.”
    Nick winked at me and I got a mental image of him wet and naked holding his gun. The euphemism wasn’t so subtle that I didn’t catch on. My body temperature spiked as Nick walked away with a whistle. It was a good thing I wasn’t Catholic because I’d have to confess to having impure thoughts in a church.
    “Where are you going?” I asked, jogging to catch up to his long stride.
    “I’m going to check out the crypt and the graveyard and then I’m going to take you home and get you back in those tiny shorts you were wearing earlier.”
    “I didn’t put them on to entice you,” I said, exasperated. “I put them on because they were comfortable.”
    “I can promise you the fit of my jeans became decidedly uncomfortable as soon as you put them on. I’ve always considered myself a leg man.”
    “Should we stop by a Kentucky Fried Chicken on our way home?”
    “You’re a laugh a minute, Addison.” Nick opened the heavy door that led into the crypt and would eventually lead to the cemetery behind the church.
    “Surely he’s not going to be in there,” I said, backing up a little. “Why don’t you check there, and I’ll go around and meet you in the cemetery?”
    “What’s the big deal? Surely you’re not afraid to be around dead people.”
    “Of course not,” I said, insulted. The truth was I was terrified of being enclosed in a large cement room with dead people. Closed in. Underground. Surrounded by stone and concrete.
    “You’re a history teacher,” he went on. “You should look at this as a way to study this cathedral’s past. You could learn something important.”
    “Uh-huh,” I said as we made our way through rows of sarcophagi and plaques. “Remind me to tell you about the time I took a bunch of students on a field trip to the catacombs in Rome. You’ll understand why I have a problem with this.”
    I had a death grip on Nick’s hand and jumped when I heard a squeak somewhere ahead of us.
    “Relax, honey.” Nick pulled me close and rubbed his hands up and down my chilled arms to give me some warmth. “Buildings this old make a lot of noise shifting. Especially this far south where the ground can turn into a marsh at any time.
    I nodded my head yes, but my eyes were saying no, no, no. I needed to get the hell out of here because I was a minute or so away from hyperventilating and fainting at Nick’s feet.
    “Addison, look at me,” he demanded as I started to wheeze.
    I looked up and he held my head still between his hands until I focused on his eyes. They were impossibly blue and filled with understanding, humor and lust.
    “I’m not going to let anything happen to you. You’ll always be safe with me.”
    Nick decided to take things into his own hands. Suddenly his mouth was on mine and his tongue was becoming muc h too familiar with my tonsils—not that I was complaining. And to give him credit, it was impossible for my teeth to chatter with his tongue in my mouth.
    “What are you doing?” I asked, pulling back.
    “What does it look like I’m doing? Don’t worry, I’ll still take you on that date we talked about.”
    “Okay. Good. Whatever. Just kiss me again.”
    Nick hitched me up so I could wrap my legs arou nd his waist, and I moaned as he pressed his hardness against my aching loins. My skirt rucked up around my waist, and I could feel my panties getting wet. I moved against him until he was hitting my sweet spot over and over again and I was moments away from the orgasm of a lifetime.
    “Christ, you make me insane,” Nick said as he licked into my mouth. He carried me to a wide stone bench that sat in the middle of the aisle and sat down so I straddled his lap.
    I pushed Nick’s windbreaker off his shoulders and shuddered as he found the front hook to my bra and made fast work of removing it. My shirt was twisted up around my neck and all I cared about was feeling Nick’s skin next to mine. I pulled his shirt up and pressed my naked breast to his chest, and both of us groaned at the contact.
    “Hurry, hurry,” I panted.
    He tore his mouth away from mine and fought