Free His Kind of Trouble by Samantha Hunter

I...desire,” Ana said hesitantly.
    Chance went still and his expression didn’t change.
    Ana had promised him the whole truth, so she delivered on that promise, whatever the consequences. “It makes everything more complicated, because while I know you are here only for a job, when we were on the plane, I felt something. A connection. I had thought that you felt it, too, and perhaps that there would be...more.”
    “More?” he echoed, his voice low and rougher in a way that rubbed over her skin.
    She smiled a little. “I’m a modern woman, Chance, in spite of this strange situation with Marco. I’ve had lovers. I have a career. I don’t intend on getting married or settling down, not anytime soon. But I’d hoped there could be more between us, at least while we were here.”
    They were closer now, standing only inches away in the deep shade of the trees, and everything was quiet around them except for the sounds of the birds and water flowing from the fountain at the edge of the garden.
    She smiled again, with another self-effacing shake of her head. “So there you have it, the whole truth.”
    Chance seemed to consider what she’d told him and then stepped even closer.
    “Thank you, Ana, for the truth. Here’s mine,” he said softly, lowering his head and taking her mouth in an unexpected kiss that wiped everything else from her mind.
    His mouth was warm, hard and demanding, but he offered a kiss so perfect that it made her sigh, opening her lips so that they could explore each other further.
    Chance’s hands were on her back, pressing her close as he pressed her back against the broad trunk of a tree in the garden, trapping her against it as the kiss deepened and became even more...truthful. She wanted him, more than she had known, and now she knew that he wanted her, too.
    Ana decided not to worry about how impossible that made everything as the kiss went on, losing herself in the moment.
    * * *
    C HANCE HAD BEEN CAUGHT off guard so many times in the past twelve hours that he wasn’t sure which way was up, and feeling Ana’s mouth on his, that sweet body pliant against him, made up for all of it. She might be playing him, manipulating him—it had occurred to him that he couldn’t exactly trust her just then, given her actions—but he did trust her kiss. She didn’t hold back, and neither did he.
    “I knew you’d be delicious,” he murmured against her mouth, returning for another kiss as his hand moved from her back to her waist and then upward to cover the swell of her breast. If she were merely trying to placate him, how far would she go?
    But his doubts and suspicions were erased when he looked into her face and saw nothing but arousal and need. Her heart slammed against his palm as he touched her and swallowed her moan in a kiss as she arched against him.
    He couldn’t get enough of her, and anything else from the day evaporated in a mist of sheer need. There was nothing for Chance in that instant other than Ana’s mouth, Ana’s soft skin, Ana’s sigh, Ana’s hip pressing into his hardness.
    Chance wanted only to push up her skirt and take her now, if not for what she’d just told him.
    Ana was, technically, engaged.
    She was also, very likely, still in danger.
    He wanted to take her up against a tree in her family’s backyard, anyway.
    As if reinforcing his thoughts, she pulled back, murmured something and broke the kiss as the sound of a door echoed somewhere behind them.
    “We...can’t. Not here. Someone is home,” she said, pushing him away more firmly as she ran a hand over her hair and smoothed her skirt.
    Chance couldn’t stop looking at her. “When?”
    He shouldn’t ask. Shouldn’t even consider it, but he couldn’t help himself.
    “Shh,” she shushed him with a sexy smile and passion-smudged eyes.
    Then he saw why as she smiled widely and ran past him toward something—someone—else.
    The woman in the courtyard who dropped her bags and opened her arms joyously could