Free Bad to the Bone by Debra Dixon

never one like this. Never one that wrapped itself around his soul so completely. Neverone that felt brand-new and just for him. Never one that threatened his self-control.
    That’s what kissing Jessie did. Right now he wanted to forget all the reasons he didn’t trust her. He didn’t care if this was the wrong time, the wrong place, and the wrong woman. Kissing her was the only thing that had felt right in longer than he could remember.
    He moved closer until only a whisper of space existed between them, teasing them. Jessie’s hands crept up his chest. Without taking his mouth from hers, he let his hands slide down her neck and catch her shoulders. He turned her and pressed her hard against one wall. As his tongue explored her mouth, he slowly laid his lower body against hers.
    As Jessie shifted her hips to accommodate him, his arousal stroked her intimately. He could feel the tension building in her, the little shudder that she tried to control, but Sully wanted more. He wanted to hear her moan with the same frustration he felt.
    He took her arms by the wrists, and pinned them to the wall with his hands, leaving her vulnerable. Her breasts brushed his shirt and teased him until he finally settled his chest against hers, letting himself enjoy every inch of her as he sank into her softness.
    Jessica couldn’t think clearly. All she could do was feel. Everything was forgotten as Sully seduced her with his mouth. The world narrowed to the scrape of his tongue against hers, the weight of his body molded to hers. By the time she remembered the derringer, it was already too late. Sully had jerked his mouth from hers as if she’d stung him.
    “What the hell?” he hissed. When she struggled to loosen her arms, he tightened his grip. “I don’t think so. Not yet. Not until I see what we’ve got here.”
    He brought her arms down, dragging them behindher and holding her wrists with one hand. The whole procedure was quick and fluid—she assumed his expertise came from years of practice at subduing suspects. With the other hand he began to unbutton her top. She guessed his facility at this particular job was also due to years of practice.
    Not bothering to argue or struggle, Jessica stood perfectly still and let him do what he wanted. If she struggled against him as he unbuttoned her blouse, he’d simply add resisting arrest to the impending charge of carrying a concealed weapon. They were alone; he was the cop. And he wasn’t even sure he liked her. If he liked her, he would have just reached in and dragged the gun out. Doing it this way was to push her buttons. Literally.
    Her options were limited at best. Lying to him wasn’t going to do any good.
    Telling him the truth wasn’t going to slow him down either. Not now.
    He was a man with a mission. He wouldn’t believe her anyway. She’d done a fine job of damning herself. She called herself a fool for allowing Sullivan Kincaid past her defenses. Fools usually paid a price for stupidity; this was hers. He had the proverbial “smoking gun,” or would have soon enough.
    Except for the coldness in his eyes as he caught and held her gaze, she wouldn’t have known how angry he was. His fingers weren’t harsh or cruel. Oh no, his touch was gentle, seductive even as he lingered over each of the buttons. The back of his hand brushed against her flesh too often for it to be an accident.
    And all the time he stared at her, pushing her, daring her to explain the derringer away before he uncovered it. She didn’t. The game was over, and he’d won. Before they were done she’d have more importantthings to explain away than the weapon. She wasn’t about to waste her breath on the small stuff.
    The silence around them was so complete that she could hear the fabric buttons grate against the tight buttonholes as they popped free. Jessica refused to close her eyes as his fingers reached the last button, but she did stare at the ceiling. She gritted her teeth against the feel of