He couldn’t quite make out the way she made him feel, but he’d never felt this way before. He ached to hold her, protect her, make love to her—not just fuck her. He’d had her so many times he’d lost count. And yet each time he did, he wanted more. All of her, all the time.
At work, Billy usually found himself daydreaming about her, anxious for the clock to move the little hand to the six, the large hand to the twelve, so he could get off and finally get to see her.
But Hannah was so guarded, spoke so little about herself. Maybe at one point in his life, more than one woman had annoyed the hell out of Billy by going on and on about what she needed, how everyone including her parents had failed to give it to her, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera. But where Hannah was concerned, Billy wanted—no, craved with every fiber in his being—to know more.
He wanted to know whose pictures had occupied the empty photo frames in her living room. He wanted to know who’d inspired her to paint that blinding, violent masterpiece he’d seen yesterday. He wanted to know why she’d let Billy inside her body, but not her mind, her heart.
He wanted to know her, damn it!
This arrangement sucked.
“This is just sex, occasional, no-strings, and certainly no involvement beyond,” she’d said that second time they’d “bumped into each other”.
“That’s fine by me,” Billy had said. And it had been fine—for like five days. Now it wasn’t fine. Nope. It was not fine at all.
And the message Hannah was getting across wasn’t very heartening. She was flirting with Lance, leaning close to him, whispering into his ear, right in Billy’s line of vision.
And as much as Billy hated watching her, his cock felt like a baseball bat. His balls were heavy, an aching pain inside his underwear.
He narrowed his eyes, bile rising up his throat. She was trying to drive him away.
Trying to show him they didn’t mean anything. He didn’t mean anything. Of course.
Clenching his jaw together, he rose to his feet and set his drink down on the chair seat. Damned if he was going to sit here all evening watching her. Damned if she thought she could drive him away. And damned if she wasn’t asking for it.
He wound his way across the lawn, ignoring a string of salutes and inquisitive gazes as he headed for her.
Now Lance chuckled over something she said and Billy seized the moment to draw up behind her. “I know what you’re trying to do,” he murmured into her ear, cupping her hips and letting her feel his erection—the erection she had given him. “You’re trying to make me jealous, drive me away, aren’t you?”
She’d gone stiff. Mute.
Well, good. Because he wasn’t through talking.
He grazed her earlobe, his voice but a whisper. “Guess what, Hannah? I am so hot for you I’m near bursting. Even if you go on and fuck him, I’m still not going anywhere.”
He pressed a wet kiss to her ear, his lips lingering against the delicate shell of her earlobe.
“I’m in for the long haul.”
“Billy, please, not here.”
He barely heard the words; she spoke so low.
“Not here? Are you afraid of a show, Hannah? You’re doing fine all by yourself—
you’re so hot you’d come now if I touched you, wouldn’t you? It excites you…my watching you.”
“Yes.”
A shudder coursed through Billy at that breathy word, lust tightening his muscles.
“Ask him up to your room.”
“No, I—“
“Look at the front of his pants, sweetheart. He’s hard for you. You’ve been working him all night. I’ll bet if I stick my hand under your dress right now, you’d be wet as a seal. You want to fuck him. You want to see if he can make you feel what I do, don’t you? You want to try someone else, see if he does anything for you?”
“Yes, yes, all right, I do!”
He can run, but he can’t hide
Reckless
? 2008 Maya Banks
A Red Hot Su mmer story.
Sheriff J.T. Summers promised to keep an eye on his best friend’s little sister. What could possibly go wrong? A lot. “Little” Nikki Durant isn’t so little anymore. She’s sex on a stick, and she’s pointed right at him.
Nikki has always loved J.T., and she’s through waiting for him to come around. The soaring summer temperature is nothing compared to the heat generated when she sets fire to his senses. With a take-no-prisoners attitude, she’s out to get her man. But no matter how many ways she offers it, J.T.’s not buying.
What’s it going to take to get him to realize her love for him isn’t a passing fling?
Get herself arrested? Hmm…
Warning: This title contains one very frustrated hunky sheriff, one very determined heroine, sex by the pool, sex in the office, and yes, they do make it to the bed. Eventually.
Enjoy the following excerpt for Reckless: