Free Angel/Hiss (Bayou Heat Box Set Book 7) by Alexandra Ivy, Laura Wright

intense arousal.
    “No more waiting,” he growled, settling her in the center of the mattress. Before she could move, he was leaning over her, a blatant need etched onto his beautiful face. “My cat has hungered for your taste since the first second you crossed my path.”
    Indy should have been terrified. There was no mistaking the predator that lurked in his eyes.
    Instead, she felt as if a spell was being woven around her. And maybe it was. That would explain why the air suddenly felt as if it was vibrating with the passion exploding between them. And why her body was growing wet with anticipation.
    “Angel?”
    His gaze scanned her flushed face, lingering on the lush curve of her mouth before it skimmed down her slender body.
    “I always forget how tiny you are,” he admitted with a rueful smile.
    She struggled to breathe at the sight of the raw desire that rippled over his face.
    “I’m not small, I’m compact,” she husked.
    His lips twitched as his gaze lowered to her breasts that were clearly outlined by the tight muscle shirt.
    “You’re perfect,” he breathed.
    “The others will be looking for me,” she rasped, trying to cling to sanity.
    A wasted effort as his hand slid along her throat, seemingly fascinated by the feel of her skin.
    “I warned them that I intended to keep you handcuffed to my bed until you admitted you’re mine.”
    Her eyes widened in disbelief. “You told them I was handcuffed to your bed?”
    He lowered his head, brushing his lips over her temple. “Don’t worry. They’re all very happy for you.”
    He planted kisses over her cheek, lingering at the edge of her mouth.
    “Liar,” she breathed even as her heart thundered in her chest. Holy crap. Her entire body was on fire. Her stomach clenched with desire, and her clit tingled with eager impatience.
    And even more astonishing was the realization that she no longer wanted to fight this terrible desire.
    Indy was a realist at heart. She’d accepted that there was no small cottage and picket fence in her future. Not when she’d sworn revenge on her enemies.
    Now suddenly Angel was turning everything upside down.
    As if sensing her inner turmoil, Angel nibbled at the lobe of her ear, his hands lightly running down her arms.
    “They want you to be happy,” he whispered.
    “And they think handcuffs are going to make me happy?”
    “No, they think I am.”
    His gaze remained locked on her face as he moved to stretch next to her, his chiseled features taut with need.
    Her body melted as he wrapped her in his arms, her hands eagerly tugging open the buttons of his shirt to explore the heated silk of his skin.
    “Christ, Indy,” he breathed. “If you only knew how desperately I’ve wanted to feel your hands explore me.”
    She shivered as he impatiently tugged the muscle shirt out of her jeans so his fingers could slide beneath the thin material. At the same time his lips traced the line of her jaw before brushing lightly over her mouth.
    “You should be locked away for the safety of all women, Dr. Savary.”
    “I’d gladly be locked away as long as you’re with me, sweet Indy.”
    The fantasy of having this male handcuffed to the bed so she could keep him entirely to herself raced through her mind as his mouth closed over hers in a searching kiss. Insane? Hell, yeah. But tempting. The cuffs were just inches away and…
    She allowed her brief flare of madness to melt away. Desire, as sweet and warm as the finest liqueur, flowed through her body and her fingers bit deep into his shoulders.
    Parting her lips, she returned his kiss with unrestrained desire, a low moan lodging in her throat as he threaded his fingers through her hair.
    His touch was so gentle—almost reverent as he smoothed the spiky strands from her face. It was an enticing contrast to the pulsing hardness of the male body pressed against her.
    She could taste his need on her lips, but there was no haste in his seduction.
    His mouth moved along the side