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Authors: Karen Robards

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He shied away from finishing that thought.

In any case, when he’d had to alter his plans on the fly after finding out about Ant, this had been the hidey-hole that had immediately come to mind. He expected to be safe here, hidden
away deep in the bayou as this place was, for a little while. Not for too long: he wouldn’t chance that. But long enough to sleep, eat, regroup, and think hard about what he needed to do next to rescue Ant and save himself and Holly, who on the one encouraging note in this whole nightmare should be halfway to Mexico by now.

“So who does this place belong to?” Caroline’s eyes were dark with worry as he took her dripping windbreaker from her, draped it over one of the chairs, and threw his own over the other one. Then he pulled his gun and did a quick check to make sure that it was still dry, which thankfully it was, although his left shoulder was about the only dry spot on him.

“As much me as anybody,” he replied, and watched her long sooty lashes sweep down as she tracked what he was doing with his gun before he returned it to its holster. They were feminine, flirty lashes, and they cast shadows on her high cheekbones. Then they lifted suddenly, and her eyes gleamed at him. Until that moment, he had forgotten that in some circumstances her hazel eyes could look almost green.

“Will they know to come here looking for you?” She sounded genuinely afraid for him, which he had to remind himself he needed to mistrust. Her face was white with fatigue, and the strands of hair that straggled around it, like her once perky ponytail, were so saturated they looked as night black as his own.

Wet and bedraggled as she was, she was still so damned pretty that just looking at her made heat blow through him.

“No.” As he thrust a hand into his pants pocket, digging for the handcuff keys, his eyes slid over the rest of her, which he realized instantly was a mistake, but still not soon enough to rectify
it. That sexy, silvery blouse of hers was now a barely there, soaked charcoal layer that clung to her breasts like body paint; if she was wearing a bra—she was a cop, she had to be wearing a bra, didn’t she? Didn’t the department have a dress code about things like that?—he couldn’t tell it. Her nipples looked like luscious little gumdrops pressing out against the thin fabric, and the sight completed the job of getting him hard again. With her wet clothes hugging her shape, he was reminded once more of how alluring her body was. Her slim tanned legs, mud-streaked beneath the short skirt, were damned alluring, too, but, he realized as he found himself covertly checking them out again, her firm round breasts with their
do-me
nipples were what did it for him.

They were turning him on to his back teeth.

She
was turning him on to his back teeth.

He couldn’t get the memory of that kiss out of his mind.

Goddamn it.

There didn’t seem to be a thing he could do about it, though. Except grit his teeth and try to get over it.

“Where the hell were you, that you ended up coming out to a crime scene dressed like that?” he asked, because he couldn’t help himself, because even before she had gotten soaked to the skin her bare arms and throat and short skirt still had been pretty damned sexy. Given the rain and the remote location, he didn’t expect her to try to run, which was why he pulled the key to the handcuffs out of his pocket and reached for the chain that linked them. He sounded irritable, he realized. Hell, he was irritable. No, actually, he was tired and desperate and fiercely, stupidly, unbelievably
horny,
and one of those things was not like the others and it just happened to be the one that was driving him around the bend.
What made it even worse was that he wasn’t just horny in general, but horny in particular, for Caroline. Oh yeah, he was jonesing big time for Caroline, and that way lay trouble if he wasn’t careful.

“I had a date.” Face brightening, she watched him unlock the handcuffs, then as he pulled the bracelets off her wrist and his own she looked up to meet his eyes. “It was nice. I was having fun. You totally ruined my evening.”

“What can I say? Shit happens.” He put the cuffs onto the table, returned the key to his pocket, and watched sourly as she pulled the elastic off her ponytail and fluffed out her hair. A mass of tangled waves, it hung past her shoulders, wet and wild and—sexy.
Shit
. “Boyfriend?”

She shook her head and smiled faintly at him. He automatically tracked the curve of her mouth. Her lower lip was fuller than her upper one; both were the approximate color of raspberries. They tasted like—

Do not go there
.

“Just a date,” she said. Their eyes met, and what he thought he saw in hers—a reflection of his own reluctant arousal—made him grit his teeth. Sexual sparks crackled in the air around him, and it was all he could do to ignore how hot he was getting and focus on what she was saying. She was looking at him and smiling and saying something that he completely missed, and then she paused and said, “Reed,” in this husky little voice, and
that
he heard.

His heart started picking up the pace, but before he could do more than register how dark her eyes had suddenly gone she put her hand on his arm. Her hand was cool from the rain, he knew
that because, until a few minutes ago, he had been holding it, but still it felt like it was searing its imprint on the bare flesh of his forearm. He frowned down at her slim fingers, pale against his darker skin, abstractedly curious about how they could be generating such heat.

“You really can trust me, you know,” she said, and as he looked at her again she rose up on tiptoe and leaned into him so that her breasts brushed his chest and pressed her lips to his.

Desire hit him like a freight train.

For a moment he just stood there, not reacting, practically turned to stone by the unexpectedness of
her
kissing
him,
letting her soft, warm mouth move on his without responding in any way. But then his lips parted as he breathed in, and the soft scent of her knocked him sideways, and she licked into his mouth, her tongue hot and wet and tantalizing.

The blaze of passion he felt then shot through his body like a blowtorch. It was primitive. It was intense. Hard as he tried—okay, that wouldn’t be all that hard—it was impossible to resist.

Making an inarticulate sound under his breath, he slid a hand around the back of her neck and an arm around her waist and pulled her tight against him. Just before his eyes closed he saw that her lashes lay in feathery black crescents across her cheeks and a rosy flush had risen to stain her cheekbones. His mouth slanted across hers, careful at first, taking it slow, getting reacquainted with the taste of her—more rich-bodied wine than raspberries—and then turning fierce with hunger as she responded in a way that said she was dying to get naked with him. He parted her lips and claimed her mouth and kissed her like he was starving for the taste of her, which, as it turned out, he was.
Her arms slid around his neck and she kissed him back just as greedily, and as their bodies clung together, generating so much heat that given the dampness of their clothes, he wouldn’t have been surprised to see steam starting to rise around them. He felt the sweet roundness of her breasts and the hard little pinpoints of her nipples against his chest and the firmness of her abdomen moving against his crotch, and realized that he was in grave danger of totally losing his head. But he couldn’t pull back, the choice was already out of his hands, she was driving him wild, making him so hot that it felt like fire was consuming him from the inside out. Every delectable inch of her was plastered right up against him, and his pulse jumped into overdrive and his heart hit about two hundred beats a minute, until his brain conveniently went somewhere else and his dick took the wheel and he was the bone-hard, blazing hot equivalent of putty in her hands.

Which were at that moment stroking over his shoulders, then sliding down the front of his shirt.

Those weird cases of humans spontaneously combusting? He was starting to get a handle on how that happened.

The table nudged his thigh. It was the right height, sturdy: that was the only kind of coherent thought that was getting through to his lust-fueled mind. Shifting around so she had her back to it, he tightened his arm around her waist and lifted her, positioning her so she perched on the edge, then spread her knees by stepping between them. Her thighs hugged his hips.

He was expressing his precise intentions toward her pretty graphically with his mouth and his body when something—a certain lack of focus in the way she was kissing him back, a sudden change in her breathing, or maybe
the feel of something being dragged across his chest,
broke through the haze of desire that was driving him and clued him in that something wasn’t quite right.

He broke off the kiss for just long enough, as he thought, to lift his head and look down at her. Those long lashes lifted. She met his eyes and said, “Reed, I need you to take a step back.”

Her voice was way cooler than it had any right to be.

Her eyes weren’t the molten pools of desire he had been expecting to encounter at all. They were watchful. Calculating, even.

And that heavy thing he’d felt being dragged across his chest? Why, that would be his gun.

She was holding it. Two-handing it. Pointing it at him. Having pinched it from his damned holster.

Flushed with sexual heat, her mouth swollen with his kisses, her skirt hiked and her legs spread with him standing between her slim and sexy thighs, she nevertheless managed to look every inch a cop.

Her eyebrows lifted and mouth quirked up slightly in a Cheshire-cat smirk. “Back off, Reed,” she said. “We’re going to have a little talk.”

CHAPTER
FIFTEEN

“W
E BOTH KNOW
you’re not going to shoot me, Caroline.”

The rough edge to Reed’s voice was new. It was sexy enough to make her regret what she had interrupted—well, a little bit. The smoldering heat he was giving off notwithstanding, this was not how she wanted things to be between them. Getting her brains screwed out on top of a kitchen table by a man who obviously, until he’d looked down to see his own service weapon pointed at him, had been bent on having hard, fast, mindless sex with her wasn’t the happy ending she had in mind. It also wasn’t why she had kissed him. Getting her hands on his gun was why she had kissed him, and it had worked, so now she needed to put every tantalizing thought of what had promised to be a session of really mind-blowing sex out of her head. To get what she wanted, she was going to have to fight the electricity that still charged the air between them, fight the heat and the urgent quaking inside her that had flared so fast that it had caught her by surprise.
Knowing what her purpose had been going in, she’d been hoping to grab his gun without getting overtaken by the desire that had knocked her sideways when they’d kissed before. That hadn’t happened, but she’d managed to pull out with her objective intact. Now she just needed to stick with the program.

Which she was determined to do. But he was making it way more difficult than she had thought it would be when she had come up with her plan. To begin with, the man was so mouthwateringly gorgeous that just looking at him made her want to start taking off her clothes. With his handsome face tight with passion and his white shirt wet and plastered to his tall body so that every sculpted muscle of his broad shoulders, wide chest, and strong arms were visible through the sodden cloth, he was the embodiment of every sexy dream she had ever had. She could see the shadow of a nice amount of chest hair through his shirt, and she found herself wanting to undo his buttons and check it out. His tux pants were soaked, too, and clung to his narrow hips and powerful legs like a second skin. His package—oh, God, she caught herself looking at it, and jerked her eyes instantly back to his face. But not before she registered that it was truly impressive, and felt her body tighten and quake deep inside in instinctive, atavistic response. His black hair was damp from the rain, his bronzed skin still showed faint marks from the fight with her father, and a visible amount of stubble shadowed his cheeks and chin. A dark flush rode high on his cheekbones. His mouth was set in a firm, tight line. His jaw was hard. His eyes as they met hers were absolutely black.

The gleam in them was—carnal. Superheated. Hungry. Well,
no surprise there. She’d experienced for herself the intensity of the voltage the two of them had generated. The blazing desire in his kisses had been off the charts. They had made her dizzy, made her want him, left her—as she was still—all soft and shivery and melting inside. Even through the layers of their clothing (all right, the only layer she’d had in the game was her thin panties) she’d felt the absolutely incontrovertible evidence of his arousal pressing hard right up against her, leaving her in no doubt whatsoever about what he had in mind. She could have stopped him with a word, she knew, but for a few steamy minutes there she hadn’t even thought about wanting to. One-night stands weren’t her thing, and giving it up on a kitchen table in a frenzy of lust wasn’t, either, but if they had been, if she hadn’t been on a mission, if circumstances had been just a little different, well, she might have succumbed to Reed, and the hot urgent fire he’d ignited inside her. Despite knowing that unlike him, she at least had had a purpose to her kiss, she had still been responding to him as if he was everything she had ever wanted, still been kissing him back with abandon until she’d almost had to forcefully remind herself that the reason she had initiated the kiss in the first place was to get her hands on his gun. Even after he’d broken off their kiss to frown down at her with his mind clearly so fogged by passion that it had taken him a couple of beats to realize that she was holding his own gun on him, she’d still been so hot for him that calling their steamy little tryst to a definitive halt had been a close-run thing. It had taken every bit of resolve she possessed. She had actually felt regret when she had seen the sudden shock in his eyes and known that there was no going back
and she was committed to the path she had chosen. Then he’d taken an involuntary step back and it had been game over—and game on.

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