Excerpt “We can discuss that later. But right now, we both know that after all you’ve been through in the last few day, I’m exactly what you need right now. And you’re definitely what I hunger for. I know you feel it too. We both require someone who cares to make us feel alive—someone to make us feel something besides panic.”
“This is crazy—irresponsible.”
“Be a little crazy just this once.” Slowly and seductively, he began massaging her neck. “You need to relax. See how these tendons are bunched up?”
“Mmmmm, yes. You have magic fingers, Mr. Reporter.”
Dane smiled, hearing the reined-in energy beneath her easy manner. “Yeah, well, it’s all part of dual-agency interaction. You know, I rub your neck, you rub mine.”
She laughed. “My boss warned me about you.”
“And yet you’re here.”
“For the moment.” She tilted her head saucily. “Only as long as I want to be.” She laughed again.
He loved the sound. His heart pounded. He stroked the hollow of her throat, his thumb tracing a circle. Her heartbeat throbbed wildly there, yet it was too loud and strong for a single heartbeat. With awe, he realized it was their mingled heartbeats.
“I guess it’s up to me to make you want to stay,” he said.
“If you think you can.” Her eyes softened.
She swayed into him, and he couldn’t resist gathering her close until her head rested against his chest. The rise and fall of her breasts stirred him beyond logic. He swallowed. There was no reason to go off the deep end—just because her hair was soft and fragrant and her body fit perfectly with his. Her face was less than an inch from his, and he had no choice now. When she looked up, he kissed her. He didn’t hurry the kiss, enjoying the warmth it spread through his body. The agonizing mental barrier had always stopped him at this point. He tensed, waiting.
But when Jill opened her mouth, he softly probed her sweetness with a gentle madness. He had a thirst, a hunger for this woman that no food or drink could ever satisfy. She revealed her feelings in a soft cry of pleasure. He fought an urgency, determined to play it slow and easy. But tracing the vee of her neckline and feeling her warm skin beneath his fingers turned his inner flame to a roaring bonfire. He nuzzled the arch of her neck, trailing kisses there, not even aware of his own murmurs.
Dane’s emotions reeled, his body charged for conquest. He groped for buttons that fought him. Impatient, he jerked up her blouse and buried his face in the warm flesh of her cleavage. He felt her nipples harden and paused. “Jill?”
“I want you too,” she whispered. Her eyes gleamed with something beyond mere passion.
She cared, and that meant he could hurt her. He cared too, but he’d vowed never to go that for-keeps route again. Damn. He’d plunged into unsafe waters. Yet, he wanted her more than he’d ever wanted anyone.
Go ahead. You want to carry this FBI psychologist off to your bed and show her the power of something besides your mind. And make her love it.
What a conceited ass. Even as he scolded himself for his presumption, he’d already swept her off her feet.