Free Revenge for Hire (The Get Even Agency) by Janice Lynn

longed to tangle her fingers in the locks so fully that
she’d be trapped forever, unable to logic her way out of his arms. A reason to
not pull away from the intoxicating strength of his masculinity.
    “I’ve never wanted a woman the way I want you,” he growled into
her ear. His breath caressing her skin, causing shivers to prickle her flesh.
    Avery nodded. She wanted him too. There was no use denying it. No
matter how much of a cad he was, no matter how much logic said she was too
smart to fall for a man like Jude or his lines about never wanting a woman more,
he turned her on. Perhaps the very qualities that made him a cad pushed her
buttons.
    Whatever, the flutters in her belly defied logic.
    “Come with me,” he demanded, staring into her eyes with sinful
blue ones.
    Avery hadn’t heard correctly. Come? Here? On the dance floor? Was
he kidding?
    His hand cupped her bottom, grinding her against his hardness,
then brushed up her back. With his other hand he twined their fingers.
    “Come with me, Angel.” He tugged her off the dance floor and
toward the back of the bar where a faded wooden sign advertised the restrooms.
    The moment they stepped into the poorly lit hallway leading
toward the bathrooms, Jude pushed her against a far wall and ground against her.
Hard.
    Avery moaned, wrapped her arms around his neck and jerked his
mouth to hers with a hunger that couldn’t be denied. He consumed her and she
wanted to be consumed. Completely engulfed by Jude.
    Her hands were everywhere. Over his shoulders. His arms. His
bottom which she took great pleasure in squeezing. He really did have a tight
butt that might as well have a sign on it that said “Squeeze me.”
    Jude’s hands busied themselves exploring her body too. He hooked
his thumbs into her front belt loops to hike her jeans up into her crotch. The
denim rubbed against where she throbbed, making her want him to rub her there. His
hands were busy elsewhere. Gliding beneath her t-shirt, beneath her bra. He
cupped her breasts, pinched her nipples, made her feel as if they were going to
shatter they ached so.
    Then he breathed hot fire into the curve of her neck. Moist
fire. The kind that burned way beneath the skin’s surface and singed her
nerve-endings. The kind that blinded and left her writhing against the thigh
that slipped between her legs. The kind that made her whimper when he pushed her
shirt out of his way to caress a straining nipple which he proceeded to set on
fire as well.
    “Oh,” she moaned, throwing her head back against the wall and
wiggling against his thigh, needing more friction against her, wanting her
breast fully in his mouth. “Jude, please. Oh please.”
    As if he knew what she begged for, he positioned her shirt to
where the globe of her breast peeked through the slit vee and his mouth closed around her.
    “Oh. My.” She dug her fingers into his hair, dug her groin into
his thigh, dug the back of her head into the wall as she arched to get closer
and closer.
    “You want me inside you, don’t you?” he asked. “Right here? Right
now?”
    “Yes,” she admitted, not caring that he might think her easy or
that there were a hundred reasons why she should never admit the truth to this
man. A hundred reasons why she shouldn’t want sex with Jude.
    He scooted her bottom to where she rested in the crick of where
his hip met his thigh and then he rocked against her, making the most fabulous
sensations shimmy through her entire body. Sensations that started at the throb
between her legs and radiated out in pulsating waves.
    “Jude.”
    “What Angel?” he whispered against her breast, tweaking her
nipple between his teeth, his hips rocking, rubbing.
    Lights burst into colorful dots before Avery’s eyes and then
her mind went fuzzy. Warm and fuzzy and into total meltdown. Her body shattered
into a million pieces and yet amazingly stayed in one cohesive being. Wow. Oh
wow. Oh wow wow wow .
    “Jude Layman, is that you?” a female