Blurb--Kelly, Raul and Jared are making another movie together--this time in Colombia. Tomás is there posing as a tutor, trying to find the evidence to bust the drug lord who lives next door to the mansion they're filming in. Kelly and Tomás can't fight their growing attraction to each other. Will it get them both killed? Or can they find their way to a happily-ever-after, once they have no more secrets from each other?
Yes, readers, this is the book where Kelly learns how sexy the smell of cleaning supplies can be--after a closet interlude.
Now they've been separated for weeks, while the trial of the drug lord dragged on, with Tomás as the main witness. He's been unable to break cover long enough to call her--so he's been reading celebrity gossip, desperate for news about her. She's sure he's forgotten all about their passionate encounters--but he's all she's been thinking about. When Kelly and her bodyguards walk onto her porch and see him there, she quickly sends the reluctant guards away, despite them telling her he "feels dangerous." He's never been jealous before, and isn't dealing well with it.
His eyes narrowed. "What about the four young men who put up their selfies with you all over the internet? They were so pleased to meet you at the resort they were staying at in Minnesota. They said they partied with you long into the night."
Her eyebrows rose, before she began to glare at him. "Don't you know better than to read all of that celebrity gossip crap they peddle all over the 'net? There may be a tiny kernel of truth in some of it, but it has nothing to do with how I live my life."
"It was the only way for me to keep in contact with you. At least I could look at pictures of you. But with four men? Did you take on all four of them at once, or do them one at a time?"
She exploded. "How dare you? I was staying at the resort owned by my step-father and my mom. Remember? Ex-KGB and ex-CIA. He and Mom would have snuffed all four of them if they'd have laid a hand on me."
He rose in a quick, fluid moment, to crush her in his arms. One hand wound into her hair, forcing her face up to look at him. His lips punished hers brutally, as he gave vent to all of his frustration and desire.
Kelly resisted him for a fraction of a heartbeat. Then with a low moan, she molded herself to him, meeting his passion with her own. Long moments went by, with nothing else real for either of them, except their mutual striving for the ultimate union of two bodies. She fought against the fog of desire, when she became aware that his hands weren't merely roaming--they were tearing at her clothing. She tried to shake her head.
His lips moved down her neck, his tongue licking a trail to her ear.
"No!" Her voice was a gasp. "Not out here! Cameras."
He stopped to look into her eyes. "Ah yes, the pictures of Raul and you leaving your house." He nodded. His voice was syrupy with need. "Inside. Now!"
He let her go enough for her to walk to the front door. He was a looming fireball close behind her. His body heat inflamed her, even though he wasn't touching her.
She turned her head, slightly, to meet his eyes. "I don't suppose I need my key to open the door?"
He shook his head. His eyes bored into hers. "I had to chill the champagne."
She opened the door and they both almost fell through it. Once inside, she turned and locked the door. She didn't have time to turn around.
Tomás crushed her against the door, his pelvis thrusting, rubbing himself against her urgently. His lips were setting the skin on the nape of her neck on fire, as he nibbled to her earlobe, before gently biting it.
She fought to clear her mind. "Bedroom is upstairs."
"Then need to close the blinds."
"Already done." He turned her to face him, one finger under her chin to lift her face up.
She looked into eyes. There was no color to them anymore. His pupils had taken over completely. He looked like the predator that he was--and she was the prey.
With a small cry, she melted against him.
His hard muscles flexed against her body, as he devoured her lips.
She began to tear at his clothing, pulling his shirt out of his pants. She stopped only to let him pull her shirt up and over her head. She pulled at his shirt and the buttons flew off. She buried her face in his chest hair, inhaling and licking at his skin. She felt him undo the clasp of her bra with one hand, while the other was holding her ass, as he rubbed himself against her mons. Her hands slid down to open the front of his pants. Once they were open, she pulled out what she had been dreaming about for so long. His cock was so engorged she could actually feel the veins pulsate.
With a groan, he reached under her skirt and tore off her thong. He picked her up and impaled her on his cock. She was crushed between the door and him, but there was no place she'd rather be.
The intensity of the moment made the discomfort bearable. She felt herself being stretched wide, as her muscles clamped around him. He pushed until he was fully inside of her, until she could feel his balls against her skin.
He stopped moving once he was flush against her.
She looked up in surprise. "Why did you stop?"
His voice was a throaty roar of triumph. "You're mine!"
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