Free Wanted by a Dangerous Man by Cleo Peitsche

cat.”
    “Yeah. What about it?”
    “Nothing.” I checked that my coat was firmly zipped up to the top (it was) and jiggled my legs, trying to work up some extra warmth.  
    “Why not wait in the car?”
    “Don’t want Syre driving by, seeing me, and then continuing.”
    “We could make out. He wouldn’t worry about two people sucking face.”
    I snorted. “Nice try.”  
    “Thought you’d want to be warm while I kiss you.” He leaned in, his hands on the ground behind him. It was a sweet kiss, probing.
    I circled my arms around his neck and kissed him back. He tasted like chocolate, and he smelled like heaven, like the forest plus a hint of smoky fireplace, with an undercurrent of naughty.
    I loved how the stubble on his jaw scratched me when he kissed my neck. He unzipped my coat and went down lower.
    “All those sweaters. It’s worse than a chastity belt,” he complained, zipping me back up. He pulled me onto his lap so that I was straddling him.
    It was strange to be on top, looking down at him instead of looking up. I let my weight rest on him. I wasn’t sure, but he felt a little excited underneath me.  
    “You’re like a whole new guy from this angle. You’ve got really thick hair.” I pulled off my gloves and buried my hands in the dense waves. I squeezed my fingers, enjoying the way his glossy hair slipped over my skin. I leaned down and carefully nibbled at the edge of one of his sideburns. They were perfect, really, not too long. Manly, but not furry. “You are the sexiest guy I’ve ever met,” I murmured.
    He tightened his arms around my waist. There was no doubt about it; I wasn’t imagining the hardening mound underneath me. I ground my hips down.
    “Not fair.”
    “You know the safe word,” I said, continuing to grind.
    He ran his hands under the backs of my thighs, stopping at my ass, then pulled me down firmly as he pressed up. The thick seam of my jeans pushed against my panties. A little higher, and I would have been panting an aria.
    “Your phone,” Corbin said, his voice sexy.
    “What?”
    “It’s vibrating.”
    He was right. I dug it out of my pocket. “Hey, Rob.”
    “Where are you?”
    “Where I’m supposed to be. Where are you?” And why are you somehow the one running this job?
    “It cost me a thousand bucks, but I know where Syre is staying. You got a pen?”
    “Um…” I frantically searched through my pockets. Corbin snapped his fingers, catching my attention. He tapped his temple and nodded. “Ok, Rob, I’m ready,” I said.
    He read out the address, and Corbin nodded. I repeated it aloud in case Corbin hadn’t heard.
    “You’re a lot closer,” Rob said, “but Katrina and I are on the way. Hang tight when you get there. If you see him go in or out, call me.” He hung up.
    I stared at the phone a moment, wondering how my lazy twin had gotten possessed by someone with an actual work ethic. “We have to go,” I said reluctantly.  
    “I heard. You’re so sexy when you’ve got your work face on. Not as sexy as your defiant submissive face, but close.” Corbin didn’t make to move, and neither did I.
    “You’re sexy. That’s it. Just sexy. Always.”
    “Keep talking like that and I’ll kidnap you and drag you around the world with me.”
    “If I turn you in, we could get hitched. Conjugal visits.”
    “That is an excellent backup plan. I’ll think on it later.” He grabbed my face and kissed me, somehow managing to remain in control even though I was on top. “You make the sexiest little noises when I kiss you.” He wrinkled his brow and batted his eyelashes. “ Mm. Oh. Ah. Mm. Subtext? Oh, Corbin, your raw animal power makes my lady bits tingle. ”  
    “Ew. I do not sound like that!”
    He raised an eyebrow. “That is exactly how you sound.”
    It hit me out of nowhere, a hurricane of emotion. I didn’t know him well enough to love him, but I was falling in love. I was in love. Infatuated for certain. If he’d asked me at that