📖 Book Details
Genres: Romantic Suspense, Contemporary Crime Romance
Heat Level: Scorching Hot/High Spice 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️
Tropes & Dynamics:
- Good Guy Hero Goes Bad
- Protective Alpha Boyfriend
- Found Family
- High Stakes/Organized Crime Ring Danger
- Standalone Novel (Arresting Onyx Series, Book 2)
Calista stepped into her bedroom and froze. Her mouth fell open. Oh, God.
Her date lay sprawled across the bed like a present meant for the ultimate pleasure. Her pleasure. She wanted to unwrap him, layer by layer. Maybe he should unwrap himself, so she could enjoy the show. Candlelight danced along the lean, powerful lines of his body, casting golden glints over his white dress shirt, open just enough to show a teasing slice of chest hair. The sultry gleam in his eyes arrested her, melting her resolve.
The bulge in his black slacks pressed against the zipper, straining forward.
Her thighs pressed together in reflex.
“Stare all you want, but it’s more fun to touch.” Jim patted his thigh in invitation.
“Tempting.” She cocked her hip and licked her dry lips. “I guess the blueberry clafoutis can wait. Though you’re a little presumptuous to think this is how the night would end.”
Then again, she did mention having breakfast together. What did she expect him to think?
“End? Honey, we’re just getting started.”
She laughed, grasped the hem of her blouse, and pulled it over her head. Her favorite perfume scented the room. She picked up the glass bottle and shook it in the air. “You like?”
“Hell, yeah. A lot.”
She sprayed a few drops on her fingers, caressed the pulse at the base of her throat, and dragged her touch down between her breasts. His guttural growl teased across her nerve endings, shooting rockets through her belly. She kicked aside her heels and shimmied her skirt down her hips until he could ogle the satiny red bra-and-panty set sheathing her curves. She locked her hands together behind her back before she could involuntarily cover her breasts and stomach.
“Damn, look at you. Come here, Calista.”
She climbed onto the mattress and knelt over him, one knee between his legs.
His shirt spread farther apart as he sank deeper into the pillows. More dark hair covered his taut muscles.
Yes! Finally! She buried her fingertips in those kinky curls and traced the hard, hot expanse of his chest. Her belly twisted into a bundle of lust.
His pecs twitched. He moaned and grasped her hip, his face flushing red. His spine arched as she lightly pinched one of his nipples. A long hiss escaped through his teeth.
“Lie back and let me handle everything.” She straddled his waist and trailed her fingers around his belly button. His eyes darkened, the pupils expanding, and heated her from the inside out. She laved her tongue over his nipples, kissing one yellowish bruise after another.
“Undress me.”
She bit his nipple in reprimand. “Don’t rush me.”
“Jesus, woman. You’re driving me insane.” Jim rubbed the bulge in his slacks along her satin-covered clit.
“Ahh…”
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