Free Justice Inked (Cowboy Justice Association 7) by Olivia Jaymes Page A

comfortable.”
    The hiss of his breath was the only indication he’d heard her, his features a mask of stone. She didn’t feel sorry for her outburst because God almighty, somebody needed to tell this man a few home truths.
    “You’re treading on dangerous ground, woman.”
    At the moment, Rayne didn’t give a flip. She was on a roll and it felt amazing to let loose. She was tired of everyone in this town scowling at her like she was the Antichrist.
    I’m just a woman trying to make a damn living. Jeez.
    “Am I? How will I know, Dare? Will you hold up a sign? Because you only have one expression and that’s pissed off, so I don’t think I’ll be able to tell the difference. Are you ever happy? Does anything make you smile? Are you going to go to your grave with that sour puss because, let me tell you, it’s not a good look for you.”
    Dare took two strides forward until he towered over her. “Do you want to know what makes me smile, Rayne? Do you really want to know?”
    Rayne practically vibrated with anger and she looked up at him with a smirk. “Yes, I do because I’m not sure that you really can. Your face might peel off.”
    Rayne barely had time to suck in a breath before his lips came crashing down on her own. She squeaked in shock even as her hands curled around his rock hard shoulders to keep herself from falling in a heap on the floor. His tongue ran along her bottom lip seeking entry, and to her utter shame she found herself opening up and allowing him to explore her mouth thoroughly.
    Skillfully. Arousingly. Achingly.
    Clearly she’d been too long between men. Her body was pressed against the hard planes of his and she could feel the outline of his cock against the softness of her belly. His tongue was sweeping her mouth, teasing and playing until she was a mass of desire in his arms. Her panties were soaked and her nipples were peaked and he was the last man she wanted to be doing this with.
    Dare Turner was the devil in disguise and here she was handing over her soul with barely a whimper of protest.
    One huge hand was at the base of her spine and the other cupped the back of her head, tangling in her long hair. He lifted his lips briefly to change the angle on the kiss and she could have pushed him away at that moment or told him no, but her body had other ideas and most of them involved the shedding of clothes. He tasted like coffee and oranges and the mixture was intoxicating, making her head spin with arousal.
    Her heart was racing and her breath ragged when he finally lifted his head. Those icy blue eyes were dark with desire and she felt an answering tightening in her pussy. Despite his outwardly sullen appearance he was a gorgeous man and he awakened every biological need deep inside of her.
    His own chest was rising and falling rapidly but he still didn’t move away, seemingly content to stay close. The heat of his skin burned through the thin fabric of her t-shirt and his manly scent teased her nostrils – a mixture of clean sweat and something woodsy. If he bottled it he’d make a fortune.
    The silence stretched on and it played on her already frayed nerves. She couldn’t take it.
    “Why did you do that?”
    Instead of the strong confident woman she’d wanted to sound like, the words came out soft and tentative. They mirrored her current emotional state but that was the last thing she wanted Dare to know.
    “Because I couldn’t help myself. I apologize.” He paused for a long moment. “Do you want to slap me or something? I’ll stand still and let you.”
    She was tempted but her innate honesty wouldn’t allow her to blame him for something she’d enjoyed. A heck of a lot. The man was a veritable kissing maestro and she’d been the willing instrument in his hands.
    “I want to smack you all right, but not for kissing me. Is this how you court a woman? Accuse her of crappy stuff and then kiss her breathless?”
    His eyebrow quirked and by all that was holy, his lips