I don’t think this week’s theme needs any introduction, do you? Heh!
Jovon’s gaze rolled toward the ceiling. Why were vamps, the most sexual beings on earth, so narrow-minded in this area? She sighed, and then spoke slowly as if teaching a kindergartner. “No sex happens. That’s why I’m there. Basically, the escorts cater to men and women who haven’t had or made time for relationships but enjoy companionship. Besides, why show up at a high-dollar charity event alone when you can take runway-model material instead?”
“So here you are, a fashion doll’s muscle, headed into the investigation from hell. And single. I wonder…”
“If you can handle it, Jovon.”
“Handle what? The mission?”
“Handle me.” He licked his lips as he watched her closely. “If you let me, I’ll rock your world.”
Oh my God. Had the man just said he would rock her world?
“But, but why me?” she sputtered. “You don’t even like me, remember?” Reminded him of their little spat last night that, in the light of day, didn’t make any sense whatsoever.
“Oh, but that’s where you’re wrong, sweetheart.”
Then he was all up in her space—something she’d normally react to quickly with words sharp enough to cut skin. So why wasn’t she taking his head off?
“What the hell are you doing?” It was all she could force her brain to tell her mouth to squeak out. His answer pushed her even farther back on her emotional heels.
“I’m doing what you want me to, of course.”
He moved so fast it actually startled her. Not because he felt dangerous. Well, no, wait, he did feel dangerous, but not on a physical level. This shock was more because Jovon had worked with some of the most skilled soldiers, both human and vampire, as a kick-ass Marine, and even with all her training she still hadn’t been able to track Reis’s movement. One second she was smacking his hands away from her nachos. The next, she was in his lap, chest-to-chest, with strong arms wrapped around her body and his lips pressed to hers.
Though his kiss was smooth and practiced, it still felt as if he devoured her. How many other women had he kissed like this? What if he just wanted to kiss and tell? Or worse, kiss and haul her ass into a Hatsept harem? What if…?
“Oh, no you don’t. No throwing up nutty-ass reasons to pull away from me,” he snarled into her head. “Just feel,” he insisted, the sound so sinisterly sexy it was like having her bare skin stroked all over as a big kitty cat rubbed against her. Only the kitty purring in her head was a saber-toothed tiger with a fetish for designer clothing. His kiss blew all thoughts of pushing him away out of her mind like a crush of dry leaves tossed into the wind of a coming storm. And God, she wanted that wind to blow harder, hotter.
Crazy to want a man so much.
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