Becker rolled his eyes. “That’s what happens when you say the word sex while you’re sitting in a man’s lap, sweetheart.”
“Do you want me to say it again?” she asked with an impish look.
“Seeing as we’re trapped here in this elevator, I can’t really stop you from saying anything, can I?”
He instantly knew he’d said the wrong thing because Jane’s blue eyes flickered with terror. She glanced around the small space, as if remembering where they were and why there were there. Her throat worked as she swallowed repeatedly, and Beck could practically hear her pulse began to race. Shit. Why on earth had he reminded her they were trapped in an elevator?
“Jane—” he started.
“How long has it been?” she cut him off. “Didn’t he say a half an hour? It feels like ages since—”
“Jane—”
She shifted in his lap, hand fumbling toward her purse. “My phone has the time on it. I need to see—”
“Jane—”
“—how long we’ve been here. Do you feel hot too or is it just me? And it is getting hard to breathe, because I really can’t—”
Becker pressed his lips to hers. He hadn’t planned on kissing her, but it was the only way to shut her up, to distract her before she hurled herself headfirst off another panic cliff.
Only, the second his mouth touched hers, he forgot all about why he’d kissed her in the first place. Instead, all he could think about was…well, kissing her. Kissing the holy hell out of her.
So he did.
One man wants her heart. The other wants her dead…
Going Down
? 2010 Shelli Stevens
Holding Out for a Hero, Book 1
Eleanor Owen needs to get out of Chicago and quick. It’s not that she doesn’t want to obey the subpoena to testify against her drug-trafficking ex-boyfriend. It’s making it to the witness stand alive, should a dirty cop make good on his threats.
Tiny, remote Wyattville, Oregon, looks like the perfect place to disappear, but it’s hard to blend into the woodwork when one of the town’s infamous namesakes sends her heart racing. Worse, Mr. Tall, Hot and Packing is the town sheriff, which means she should stay as far away from him as possible.
Tyson Wyatt is positive the sexy new girl in town is hiding something. Question is, what? He vows to feel out her secrets—including what she feels like beneath him. Preferably naked. Until then, he’s not buying the story she’s selling.
Their chemistry is sheet-melting hot, and Ellie realizes much too late that the man with the badge is as dangerous to her heart as her ex is to her life…
Warning: A city girl on the run, and a small-town sheriff set to seduce. Explicit sex. Dirty talk. A hint of danger. Oral sex with a cupcake.
Enjoy the following excerpt for Going Down:
“Okay, you need to stop cornering me like this,” she said breathlessly.
He slid his gaze over her, took in the hardened points of her breasts beneath the tank top, and her uneven breathing.
“I think you like it when I do, Ellie.”
Instead of replying, her tongue darted out to trace over the mouth that was tempting the hell out of him.
His blood pounded harder and he knew he wouldn’t be able to stop himself.
“You do like it. Don’t you?” his voice dropped an octave as he curled his fingers around the swell of her hips.
“Tyson.” His name on her lips was a breathy combination of plea and protest.
But when he lowered his head, there was no protest in her wide eyes. And before his lips could touch hers, her lashes fluttered down in submission as she leaned into him.
A wave of need washed through him, primal and potent. With a low groan, he closed that last distance, taking her mouth.
Her lips, pillowy soft and pliant, moved against his. The warmth of her breath teased him, ripped at his self-control.
He nipped her bottom lip with his teeth, using her gasp of surprise to thrust his tongue inside the hot cavern of her mouth.
He moved his hands around her hips and grabbed the firm roundness of her ass, squeezing, and then lifting her onto the counter.
Jesus. He was going to lose it. So much for being professional. But screw it, just like he’d told her earlier, he was off duty. And right now, his only duty was to see how far she’d let him take this.
And if he played his cards right, maybe all the way to the bedroom.
You need to stop him.
Ellie ruthlessly silenced the voice of reason in her head and moaned as Tyson pushed her legs wide to step between them. The only thing that mattered now was pleasure, and following the thread of temptation that Tyson had so carefully laid out for her.
The edge of the counter bit into her bottom, the angle and pressure adding to the intensity and spontaneity of the moment.
His tongue danced with hers, rubbing and sucking. Their mouths separated for just a second, giving them both enough time to gasp in air, before once again he claimed her lips.
His hands, confident and knowing, moved to her waist, gathering the tank top she wore and pushing it upward.