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Authors: Lisa Hughey
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and her bad ass vibe.
“You gonna invite me in and show me more of your Victoria’s Secret obsession?” He smiled against her shoulder and prayed she wouldn’t kick him to the curb. A sultry musk and the scent of patchouli and lemon rose from her skin.
Memories from last night cascaded in his mind and his body reacted as if they were both naked and tangled in her sheets. Right where he wanted to be again tonight. He wanted to have sex with her all night long. Again.
He was pretty sure that was all he’d get from her.
He thought about how she’d comforted Shelley. After Keisha was convinced of Shelley’s innocence she’d once again revealed that soft center. And Shane finally realized that the only way to get her to open that gooey center was to be vulnerable. That wasn’t ever going to happen, because his sense of self-preservation was far greater than his wish to have her turn that sweetness on him. But he’d take another night of sex if she’d give it to him.
Keisha was silent but she wasn’t pushing him away. And her non-reaction gave him hope. If he wasn’t mistaken she’d just tilted her head a little to the right to give him better access to the sweet spot behind her ear.
Shane pressed a kiss against her skin, gratified by the sensual shiver that shook her body. Uneasy with his urgent need, he fought his near desperation for her, even as he considered how to get her to agree to let him spend the night.
Keisha shivered. Her nipples sharpened into hard bullets pressing against the delicate lace and tight Under Armour with almost painful intensity. God, she wanted to invite him in.
Repeat last night. Over and over.
The sex had been amazing, energetic, and physical. He would wear her out and she’d be unable to worry about the consequences of having him spend a second night in a row at her place.
Keisha still had her fists clenched against her thighs, fighting the urge to clutch his head to her breast. Somehow she knew that if she touched him, she would be lost. The only place they had contact was Shane’s fingers curled on her top’s neckline and his mouth against her collarbone.
She wanted to give in. Wanted to lose herself in sex, in him. Even though she knew it was a bad idea because it wasn’t just about sex anymore. They had connected on another level beyond the physical. And she wasn’t sure her heart could stand the pain when they were over. But her heart overruled her head and even though she knew it was a terrible idea, she gave in. “Let’s go inside.”
“Hot damn,” he breathed against her neck. Shane pressed the unlock button on her seatbelt, freeing her from the safety restraint.
The dark thrill in his voice was gratifying. She didn’t want to regret tonight. They still had to run the sting tomorrow. But their undercover operation as husband and wife was already mostly over. She could rationalize that the more comfortable they were together the easier the sell to get Don Wallaston to confess would be. But the truth was it didn’t matter if he bought their fake marriage.
Shane reached for the glove box. “Okay if I bring my weapon inside?”
Keisha glanced down at the bulge in his cargo pants. “I don’t think you can leave it here.”
Shane snorted. “Funny. I meant my gun.”
“Of course.” Keisha was still chuckling over her joke when he took her mouth like a conquering invader. He ate at her lips like a starving man at a banquet. Keisha’s heart quickened and her lady parts combusted. One hand cupped her breast firmly through the sleek material of her shirt. He brushed his thumb back and forth over her distended nipple until she moaned into his mouth.
Keisha shoved the tight material of his shirt up so that that she could run her hands along his hot, smooth skin, his abs rippled at her light contact. Desire rose between them like searing summer heat on a shimmering blacktop.
The gearshift dug into her side as Shane half lifted her up so that he could scrape
“You gonna invite me in and show me more of your Victoria’s Secret obsession?” He smiled against her shoulder and prayed she wouldn’t kick him to the curb. A sultry musk and the scent of patchouli and lemon rose from her skin.
Memories from last night cascaded in his mind and his body reacted as if they were both naked and tangled in her sheets. Right where he wanted to be again tonight. He wanted to have sex with her all night long. Again.
He was pretty sure that was all he’d get from her.
He thought about how she’d comforted Shelley. After Keisha was convinced of Shelley’s innocence she’d once again revealed that soft center. And Shane finally realized that the only way to get her to open that gooey center was to be vulnerable. That wasn’t ever going to happen, because his sense of self-preservation was far greater than his wish to have her turn that sweetness on him. But he’d take another night of sex if she’d give it to him.
Keisha was silent but she wasn’t pushing him away. And her non-reaction gave him hope. If he wasn’t mistaken she’d just tilted her head a little to the right to give him better access to the sweet spot behind her ear.
Shane pressed a kiss against her skin, gratified by the sensual shiver that shook her body. Uneasy with his urgent need, he fought his near desperation for her, even as he considered how to get her to agree to let him spend the night.
Keisha shivered. Her nipples sharpened into hard bullets pressing against the delicate lace and tight Under Armour with almost painful intensity. God, she wanted to invite him in.
Repeat last night. Over and over.
The sex had been amazing, energetic, and physical. He would wear her out and she’d be unable to worry about the consequences of having him spend a second night in a row at her place.
Keisha still had her fists clenched against her thighs, fighting the urge to clutch his head to her breast. Somehow she knew that if she touched him, she would be lost. The only place they had contact was Shane’s fingers curled on her top’s neckline and his mouth against her collarbone.
She wanted to give in. Wanted to lose herself in sex, in him. Even though she knew it was a bad idea because it wasn’t just about sex anymore. They had connected on another level beyond the physical. And she wasn’t sure her heart could stand the pain when they were over. But her heart overruled her head and even though she knew it was a terrible idea, she gave in. “Let’s go inside.”
“Hot damn,” he breathed against her neck. Shane pressed the unlock button on her seatbelt, freeing her from the safety restraint.
The dark thrill in his voice was gratifying. She didn’t want to regret tonight. They still had to run the sting tomorrow. But their undercover operation as husband and wife was already mostly over. She could rationalize that the more comfortable they were together the easier the sell to get Don Wallaston to confess would be. But the truth was it didn’t matter if he bought their fake marriage.
Shane reached for the glove box. “Okay if I bring my weapon inside?”
Keisha glanced down at the bulge in his cargo pants. “I don’t think you can leave it here.”
Shane snorted. “Funny. I meant my gun.”
“Of course.” Keisha was still chuckling over her joke when he took her mouth like a conquering invader. He ate at her lips like a starving man at a banquet. Keisha’s heart quickened and her lady parts combusted. One hand cupped her breast firmly through the sleek material of her shirt. He brushed his thumb back and forth over her distended nipple until she moaned into his mouth.
Keisha shoved the tight material of his shirt up so that that she could run her hands along his hot, smooth skin, his abs rippled at her light contact. Desire rose between them like searing summer heat on a shimmering blacktop.
The gearshift dug into her side as Shane half lifted her up so that he could scrape
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