Free The Heat Is On by Jill Shalvis

way.”
    He shook his head, his eyes still heated, his body still taut and tense…everywhere.
    Hers tightened in response. She was going to have to accept that whenever she saw him, this crazy heat would be there. But also there was more. What exactly that more was, she couldn’t say, but it was a little disturbing given that she’d known him all of a few days.
    And even more disturbing, he made her laugh.
    God, she was a sucker for that.
    She realized he made her both laugh and want, a double whammy, one she wasn’t sure she could resist, or why she even wanted to try.
    He was just watching her watch him, another thing she liked about him. He was tough and edgy, a cop through and through, and yet he had seemingly endless patience.
    But just behind that patience was hot, simmering passion that took her breath away.
    He said her name once, softly, then let go of her hair to slide his hands up her back, and down, cupping her bottom, a cheek in each of his big palms,cheeks that were more than half bared by her scrap of panties. A sound of distinct male satisfaction rumbled from his chest, and he squeezed before lifting her to nestle her best part against his best part.
    A movement that had them both stopping to gasp in pleasure.
    She didn’t know about him, but she was instantly back to quivering with need, burning up with it. Her breathing was unsteady, ragged, making her breasts brush his chest with every breath of air she gulped.
    He ran his mouth over her jaw to her ear while his fingers explored her body. “If I stand here any longer, Bella, you are not going to make it downstairs to deal with your dough.”
    â€œYeah.” She winced. “Remember when you said I always need an escape route? Well, I usually do, when it pertains to men.”
    â€œAnd what, the dough thing was it?”
    â€œYes. Sorry.”
    His eyes were two dark pools. “Tell me to go, Bella.”
    She opened her mouth to do just that and said “stay” instead.
    He groaned and once again pressed her into the door, lifting one of her legs to wrap around his hip, opening her up so that when he rocked again, he slid his erection directly against the core of her. The only thing that separated them were his jeans and her very thin, very wet panties.
    â€œDo you want this, Bella?”
    In answer, she took the hand he had on her ass and brought it around until he cupped her. Again he groaned low in his throat, and then his mouth found hers, crushing her lips, his tongue delving deep.
    Yeah, she wanted this. And even as she thought it, he lifted her up and turned to her bedroom. Suddenly she found herself airborne and then she hit the mattress with a bounce. With a laugh, she started to sit up but found herself pinned by two hundred pounds of solid muscle, and she shivered in anticipation.
    â€œCold?” he murmured in her ear, his hands sliding beneath her tank, settling on her ribs.
    She shook her head and clutched at him. “No.”
    He held her gaze as his hands slid farther north, covering her breasts, his thumbs slowly rubbing over her nipples.
    A shuddery breath escaped her.
    He tugged her tank up and off, baring her to his eyes, and then his mouth.
    Already half gone, she shivered again, and panted his name.
    He groaned in approval, then stood to strip out of his clothes, stopping to pull a condom from his pocket.
    She’d thought she had the image of his perfect body etched in her brain, but the reality was even better than the memory. Clueless to how gorgeous he was, he kneeled on the bed at her feet. His hands hooked in the material at her hip, slowly slidingher panties down her legs and off before he parted her legs.
    And then his gaze skimmed down at what he’d unwrapped for himself. “God, Bella. Look at you.” He kissed a rib, dipped his tongue into her belly button. “I need to taste you, all of you.” Urging her open even farther, his thumb made a slow, barely