In Bed with the Enemy

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the swing. “You have no business being out here at night by yourself.”
    â€œYou’re kidding, right?”
    â€œNo, I’m not.” The moonlight filtering through the open sides of the gazebo shed enough light for her to see his stormy expression, and she had no doubt he meant everything he said. “What if Valente or one of his henchmen saw you out here alone?”
    â€œWhat if they did? There’s a fence around this garden.” She shook her head. “There isn’t even a way to get in here without going through the inn’s lobby.”
    Cole snorted. “Hellfire, woman, the picket fence around this little pea patch isn’t more than four feet high. Don’t you think someone could climb the damn thing?”
    â€œIt’s not a pea patch. It’s a flower and cactus garden,” she corrected.
    â€œWhatever,” he muttered.
    â€œAnd why would anyone climb the fence when the garden is open to anyone?”
    He made a sound that sounded suspiciously like a growl. “For an FBI agent, you are without a doubt the most naive woman I’ve ever encountered. What if Valente wanted to kidnap you? Or worse?”
    â€œWhy would he do that? You said yourself he turned over a doctored set of the trucking and produce company books,” Elise argued. “He’s quite confident that I won’t find anything to link him or his companies to the gun smuggling.”
    â€œHave you ever heard of a criminal insuring that nothing is found?” He shook his head. “From now on, if you want to go traipsing around outside yourroom after midnight, let me know. I’ll take you for a walk.”
    â€œOh, really. You’ll take me for a walk like an obedient pet?”
    â€œOkay, so I’ll accompany you.” His voice sounded a little less angry.
    â€œLet me clue you in on something, Caveman. ” So angry that she found it impossible to sit still, Elise rose to her feet. “I’ll go where I want, when I want, and without you. Is that clear?”
    He stood up to face her. “Not if it’s pitch-black dark you won’t, sweetheart. ”
    â€œYes, I will.”
    â€œNo, you won’t.”
    â€œWatch me.” She started to march down the steps of the gazebo, but he caught her by the arm.
    â€œElise, listen to me.”
    Cole’s tone of voice was almost urgent, and he’d used her name. She could have easily resisted turning back if he hadn’t done that. But his deep baritone saying her name sent a shiver straight through her, and she could no more stop herself from facing him than she could pluck the stars from the sky.
    â€œWhat?”
    He started to say something, then shook his head and pulled her into his arms. Before she could react, his mouth came down on hers as he crushed her to him, and the heady feeling of his lips once again pressed to hers took her breath.
    Every cell in her body tingled to life as he coaxed, demanded and persuaded her to respond, and Elise found herself opening for him, urging him to deepen the kiss. She might have been shocked by her reaction, but rational thought was beyond her capabilities. Cole’s firm lips moving over hers, the tip of his tongue seeking entry, left her with nothing but the ability to feel.
    Hunger, swift and hot, swirled through her and she curled her fingers in his soft, knit T-shirt to keep from melting into a puddle at his big, booted feet. The rock-hard muscles of his chest quivered beneath her hands and an answering tremor coursed through her. But when his tongue invaded the inner recesses of her mouth, the taste of his desire, the heady sensation of his tender stroking, sent a warm current flowing through her and caused her knees to give way.
    When she sagged against him, he caught and held her close, allowing her to feel the firm insistence of his arousal as he shamelessly pressed himself into her lower belly. His breathing harsh, he broke the

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