OK, you’re going to hate me for this one – I’m such a tease. 🙂

This is a chunk from SAFE FROM THE WILD, which comes out after SAFE FROM THE STORM.  Ballpark is March, but I’ll keep you posted.  I don’t have an official blurb here, but you’ll meet Eden and Rafe in SFS – she’s a paramedic and he’s all tangled up in Nora’s family drama.  Since they get their first sparks there, I thought it might be fun to share a semi-spicy excerpt of where they’re heading.  This is from near the beginning – they’ve been trying to stay away from each other and it’s not working…LOL…

And note, it’s very weird writing two books at the same time!

Enjoy!

 

EXCERPT:

Rafe caged her in with a hand on either side of the wall, and she felt her stomach flutter as he stepped closer.  She dug deep and clenched her fingers at her sides until the nails bit into her skin.  It was either that or reach for him.

“All that calm, like the still waters of a lake.  Makes a man wonder what’s under the surface.”

“Something with teeth,” she managed as he leaned in, and she shivered as his breath touched her cheek.

“Of that, I have no doubt.”

He didn’t touch her, but she felt the heat of his breath along her jaw and nearly melted.  She could practically feel his lips on her neck as he continued exploring, millimeters away, and had no trouble imagining the gentle scrape of teeth along her throat.  Eden swallowed a whimper as he reversed course and his breath puffed against her mouth.

She couldn’t take it.

With a carnal move that came as natural as breathing, her hands came up to cup his face and she surged forward to take his lips, greedily absorbing the punch of heat at the first press of that tempting, maddening mouth.  She tasted his surprise, his restraint, felt the hint of rough stubble under her fingers and then he muttered, “Shit,” against her lips before he shifted and kissed her back.  He took control with a smooth slant of his head, a swipe of his tongue that had her mouth dropping open, and then Eden couldn’t think as every nerve ending in her body melted into hot, tingling delight.

He didn’t touch her anywhere else, and her nipples tightened, ached to evaporate the inches between them and rub against his muscled form, to feel his hard thigh sliding between her legs to press deliciously against the place that throbbed for him.  The heat of his body was already threating to disintegrate what was left of her into sparkling little bits, but when she shifted closer, he held her back with a broad hand against her sternum, pushing her back into the wall.

It didn’t make sense.

She wanted.

 Eden whimpered against his mouth, greedy to get as close as humanly possible, starving for more.  She sank her teeth into his lower lip.

Rafe yanked his mouth away, panting, and leaned his forehead against hers.

“Fuck,” he breathed.

Speech was beyond her, and Eden could only gulp in air and let her hands slide boneless down his chest, testing and learning the hard muscle he selfishly kept away from her.  Rafe groaned at the touch, the hand on her sternum moving to cup one breast as though he couldn’t help himself.  He squeezed gently, then ran a circle around her aching nipple and flicked it.

Eden’s knees nearly buckled.

“What I want to do to you,” Rafe muttered.

But he dropped his hands and stepped back.

“Stay away from me,” he ordered.

“You’re the one who pinned me to the wall,” she retorted, but it came out breathless because there wasn’t any air left in her lungs.

A muscle ticked in his jaw and she saw his retreat, the way that lazy confidence dropped over him like a perfectly-fitted cloak.

“It won’t happen again,” he assured her and walked away.

Bastard, thought Eden, because now she had to go back and make small talk with her date and pretend that she wasn’t a turned on, trembling, soaked-panties, horny mess for a completely different man.

A man she should stay as far away from as possible.

A killer.