Free Jenna Petersen - [Lady Spies] by Seduction Is Forever Page B

“And if you don’t give me the key to this room and leave, I’ll take it out now.”
    He slowly straightened up. In the brighter light, she saw the expression of mocking challenge in his eyes. At least, she did before she turned her face so he wouldn’t recognize her. Damn, how had this situation spiraled so far out of control?
    “Do it,” he challenged, holding his arms out. “Go ahead. Attack me.”
    She stumbled back. Of course she wasn’t going to attack the man. She was protecting him, though right now the idea of sending him out for the wolves wasn’t a bad one. But he was backing her into a corner and at some point she was going to have to do something to distract him from examining her too closely, reclaim the key and escape.
    “Please, just go,” she pleaded as she sidestepped around him and started blowing out the candles he had lit.
    Grant caught her elbow and spun her toward him. “Why don’t you want the light?”
    Emily shook her head. There was no choice. There was only one option left.
    Reaching up, she cupped the back of his neck and drew him down for a kiss.
     
    Grant jolted at the unexpected pressure of the mysterious woman’s lips against his own.
    What was even more unexpected, however, was his body’s reaction. A jolt of powerful desire rocketed from the point of contact of their lips all the way through him, awakening his nerves like he hadn’t felt for over a year. Her kiss was exhilarating, and yet it seemed…familiar. Just as she seemed so familiar.
    He started to pull back, to look at her again, but she clung tight to his neck and parted her lips, tracing the crease of his mouth. Grant’s lips parted and the kiss deepened.
    She tasted like…strawberries. Not like a woman who made her living on the street and passed her time in the lowest of hells should taste. No, as her tongue tangled with his in a seductive, sensual dance of promise, he never felt like he was with a lightskirt.
    Though she was using her body against him, just as a woman of the night would do, there was something genuine about it. She wasn’t just lifting her skirts and offering him a free tumble in an attempt to make him go away. The way she kissed him spoke of real passion, a night of pleasure that couldn’t be bought.
    How long had it been since a woman’s touch made him forget all the things that haunted his mind? Yet hers did. Shut away the pain and the memories and left only desire.
    Despite his lingering questions about her motives, he wanted that desire, that pleasure, that passion.
    Thoughts and reason melted away as she pressed closer. Her full breasts flattened against his chest and his arms came around her. It had been a long time. Too long. And the temptation of this nameless woman whose face he’d hardly seen was too strong.
    Grant surrendered, letting his hands glide down the slope of her spine, cup her backside. She let out a little gasp that melted into a groan as he cupped her against him and rocked into the sweet softness of her body. He pushed her back as he continued to kiss her, maneuvering them toward the bed against the back wall across from the fire. When her thighs hit the edge, she pulled away.
    In the near darkness of the room, Grant could hardly see her face. It was just outlines and shadows when the firelight flickered. But he could tell her lips were set in a firm line, almost as if she was considering what to do. Like she wanted to run. But why? This was what she did, wasn’t it? Why would she hesitate?
    A powerful desperation shook him at the thought she might refuse him. He needed this tonight. To forget everything. He tightened his hand on her waist and brought her flush against him. She let out a whimper as he pressed his lips against hers and lowered her to the bed.
    Emily arched as Grant’s weight came down over her. This wasn’t happening. But God, it felt so good. The kiss…the kiss had just been meant to keep him from asking more questions. But then it had