Free Big Bad Bite by Jessie Lane Page A

gritty rumble while she was
practically glued to him. She wished desperately that he was
growling against something much more tender, that resided in the
southern direction of her body.
    Tightening his grip on her ass, the pressure
of his fingers biting into her muscles became a pleasure-pain kind
of sensation as he ground right back into her. Letting her know
just how equally hungry he was while they kissed each other
desperately. Just when she didn’t think the moment could get any
more decadent, her body started to vibrate. This had to be one of
the best make out moments in the history of the world, if her body
was actually vibrating.
    Wait. Vibrate?
    From the vicinity of her pocket, the
vibrating sensation came again. Oh shit the phone. Cutting Adam’s
kiss off abruptly, she pushed against his chest to put distance
between them while her other hand dug into the jean’s pocket for
her cell phone. Not realizing what she was doing, Adam tried to
resume the kiss.
    Giving him another shove on the chest she
huffed, “Adam, wait, my phone.”
    He snagged the hair on the back of her head,
forcing her to face him as she pulled the phone out and tilted the
screen to look at the caller ID. Her legs were still wrapped around
his waist like a boa constrictor, and he in turn still had her
trapped between his body and the wall while his lust filled gaze
bored into hers.
    The screen read Capt. Nelson.
    Shit.
    Dropping her legs quickly, and shoving Adam
away harshly, she ducked for the woman’s restroom door just three
feet away from where they’d been making out like a couple of
teenagers. Rushing into the bathroom, she answered at the last
possible second before her voicemail could click on.
    “Hello?”
    “O’Conner! It’s Capt. Nelson. There’s a
situation. You need to report to the station in the next thirty
minutes and suit up.” Click.
    In the span of just a few seconds, Jenna went
from club hoppin’ party girl to WPD SWAT officer on call. With new
determination, she pushed out of the woman’s bathroom and strode
quickly through the club. Oblivious to her surroundings, she
started to calculate drive times and the location of her ‘Go’ bag
that held her uniform and supplies. Reaching the entrance room to
Pier Six, she stopped at the ticket counter to collect her helmet.
The club’s music blared for a minute as the inner door opened and
closed behind her.
    “Where are you going?”
    Glancing over her shoulder at Adam she
catalogued his appearance; pink swollen lips from their kisses,
wrinkled shirt, disheveled hair that seemed impossible given his
natural state of messy-head-syndrome. Large, no make that
abundantly large, bulge in his pants. That disturbing sense of
right hit her again like a mack truck plowing through road kill on
the highway. It hit her hard enough to scare the shit out of her,
she started feeling like that road kill her imaginary mack truck
had just obliterated. Adam roused emotions in her that she’d never
experienced before. Her preoccupied brain took a second to think
that this was not something she was ready to deal with. Perhaps it
was best to cut this off now before it became anything more than a
few kisses that practically rewrote the history
    The checkout girl handed her the helmet.
“Sorry Adam, I’ve got to go. I’ve got less than thirty minutes to
report to the station. Tell Amy and Clay I said bye.”
    Turning quickly, she headed out of the front
entrance and started jogging to the back of the parking lot where
her bike was sitting, pulling her helmet on in the process. As she
backed her bike out of the spot, the sense of being watched
prickled the hairs on the back of her neck, and she looked up. Adam
stood braced against the club’s outer wall, bright amber eyes
tracking her, while he stood with his arms crossed over his chest
in a classic pose of easy dominance. His eyes telling her with a
calculated gleam that he knew this was more than work calling her
away. This was her