I’m undercover to reveal the truth about my brother’s killer.
A double life. A dangerous game - with a sexy-as-hell man at the other end of the gun.
The stakes are life or death, but I can’t walk away.
This ends tonight.
The chemistry between us is so strong, and I feel it more than usual after cutting ties with him. His tongue explores my mouth, and I can't help but think about it exploring the rest of my body. As the kiss continues, Xavier's hands move across my back. I realize my hands are doing the same, running over his shoulders and down his firm arms, as if they're independent of my brain. My body has taken over, and it wants this. Wants him. His touch seems to disconnect the part of my brain that controls logical thinking.
His mouth moves down my neck, and the feel of his mouth on my collarbone, on my cleavage, sends jolts of pleasure between my legs. He leans me back against the couch and starts to pull up my shirt, planting kisses across my abdomen. Each touch of his lips to my bare skin thrills me, and I shiver in anticipation of what's to come. He pulls my shirt off, then pulls the straps of my bra from my shoulders, yanking the bra down so my chest is exposed. He looks at me, pure lust in his eyes. Then his mouth and hands are on my breasts, licking and sucking my nipples. I forget about anything but how amazing it feels. My body is on fire with how much I want him.
I don’t want to think about Eli. I don’t want to consider the possibility that I’m with his murderer, not in this moment. But the thought rises in the back of my mind and refuses to go back under…