“There will be pain but only if she asks nicely.”
Kendall Vioget fell hard for Police Chief Jason Holloway, until the best sex of her life became something more, something she wasn t ready for. Afraid of what he asked of her, afraid of her own desires, she walked away.
Now her brother s fiancee has gone missing a week before the wedding, bringing Jason back into her life. She needs his help, but her body is losing the battle to resist the hunger to satisfy the dark cravings he can set free.
Jason understands what she needs, and when her increasing submission banishes the self-doubts he s been carrying around, he knows a perfect match like this comes along only once in a lifetime. Until the missing persons case becomes a murder investigation, and suspicion falls on her brother.
Kendall will do anything to protect the only family she has left, and Jason will do anything to make sure a killer is put behind bars. If he doesn t handle this case right, the most precious gift she could have given him her trust will be destroyed. Permanently.
Warning: This book contains bondage, spanking, a sexy police chief determined to catch a killer, a woman determined to protect her family, and wine lots of wine.
Excerpt
“Want something to drink?”
“Um. Sure.”
He descended to his kitchen and returned with two beers. He handed her one and slid back into bed, propping pillows behind them, one arm around her. Keeping the conversation carefully off his past, they talked about his house, his neighbor, the weather. When he pressed kisses over her skin anywhere he could reach, her shoulder, the side of her neck, breathing in her scent, she giggled.
It was a sound he hadn’t heard enough of from her. He liked it. He tipped her chin up. “What’s so funny?”
She slanted a grin at him over her shoulder. “Your mouth is cold. And the beers reminded me of an old joke.”
He lifted one eyebrow, smiling back at her, delighted by her amusement.
“How you impress a woman,” she continued. “By complimenting her, kissing her, cuddling her. Send her flowers, hold her, wine her and dine her.”
“Uh huh.” He waited.
“And how you impress a man is―show up naked…with beer.”
He laughed. “Hmm. Works for me.”
Her eyes widened. “Hey. I have a case of wine in the trunk of my car.”
He grinned and stroked a strand of hair off her face. “Why do you have a case of wine in your trunk?”
“I don’t even remember now. But I’ll go get a bottle. It’s a really nice Cabernet Franc. I can give you a wine tasting lesson. Naked.” She shot him a sexy smile as he watched her roll out of bed and reach for her clothes.
He loved that idea.
“Don’t get dressed,” he said, following her out of bed. “I’ll go get the wine.”
So she grabbed his shirt instead of her own clothes and he stepped into a pair of loose sweat pants. In his shirt, big and loose on her slender frame, her hair tangled around her shoulders, lips kiss-swollen and eyes smudgy, she looked so goddamn sexy he wanted to tackle her and throw her back onto the bed and tie her up forever. Instead, he led the way down to his kitchen where her purse sat on the counter. She handed him the keys to her car with a smile and waited at the door as he retrieved the bottle.
He held it up as he came back into the kitchen. “I don’t have wine, but I do have wine glasses.” He opened the cupboard and pulled out two stemmed glasses.
“A corkscrew?” she asked, peeling off the wrapping on the top of the bottle. He pulled that out of a drawer too, and she handed the wine to him.
He let her pour the wine into the glasses, a deep ruby-plum color. She gave the glass a small, expert swirl, held it to her nose, then sipped it.
“You’re not going to spit it out, are you?” he asked. He didn’t know much about wine, but seemed to remember that tasting wine didn’t involve swallowing it.
“No, I’m not going to spit it out.” She gave him a flirty smile. “I’d rather swallow than spit.”
Jesus, Kendall Vioget had just made a dirty joke, with enough innuendo that his balls tightened. Nice.
Guest Post
The room had gone silent, the music stopped, but then faint tones began, slowly growing louder, ethereal vocals she recognized as Musica Eternal by Dead Can Dance.
“What happened to that playlist I made you?” she asked breathlessly. “You know…The Righteous Brothers. Rolling Stones.”
“You don’t like my music?” Amusement shaded his voice.
She swiped her tongue over her bottom lip. It wasn’t that she didn’t like it. It was more that the haunting notes seemed to vibrate inside her, evoking feelings she couldn’t even identify. She breathed in again the smell of the candles mingled with Jason’s own scent from the bedclothes, a clean woodsy fragrance already so familiar to her. A whisper of sound signaled his movement around the room, and then his hands touched her body. He held her waist, slid his hands up her ribcage, grazing the outer curves of her breasts, then glided them back down. His fingers trailed up between her breasts. Sensation wrapped around her, a dark shimmer, and then his mouth joined his hands in exploration of her body.
The gentle pleasure lulled her and she began to float, aware only of her own body and the sensations surrounding her. Every nerve ending hummed as Jason’s fingers and mouth and tongue teased her, slowly, in tempo with the music. Her breasts ached and yet he didn’t touch them, nor did he touch between her legs for a long time, just stroking over her limbs, dragging his tongue between her breasts while one hand gently cupped her throat. The music rose and fell around them and she heard Jason’s soft sounds of pleasure.
“Christ, you’re beautiful,” he murmured kissing the inner curve of one breast. His fingers teased her bellybutton and shivers rippled over her skin. More pressure zoomed low in her belly, a desperate aching need. She drew in a breath.
A thrill of feminine power ran through her. She felt so sexy and desired. She’d never felt like this with anyone else. This wasn’t so bad…
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