always kept her hottest fantasies separate from her real life, but when she nearly runs a hot-blooded biker off the road, the lines begin to blur.
soon wonders how he’s ever going to stay disciplined around the most alluring, down-to-earth, and totally unattainable woman he’s ever met. Valerie is the ultimate good girl. And Griffin is going to need all his old tricks to unleash her wild side.
She wrapped the dry towel around her body and collected her clothes to go seek out Griffin’s dryer. When she opened the bathroom door, he was standing in front of her. His eyes traveled south. Really, a towel covered as much as any of her strapless dresses. Strapless dresses involved hooks and zippers, though. All Griffin had to do if he wanted to see her naked was pull the end of the towel tucked beneath her arm.
She took a breath, really wanting him to pull. What was the point of a summer fling if she couldn’t live out her wildest fantasies? In fact, if she were writing one of her books right now, her heroine would probably tire of waiting to see what the gorgeous bad boy was going to do and drop the towel herself.
Val slowly lifted her arm and dropped the towel to her feet. No going back now, which was completely fine with her.
“What are you doing?” Griffin asked. There was a deep edge to his voice.
“Drying off.” Her heart thudded inside her chest. Her hands were shaking. This wasn’t like her. She didn’t seduce men. She should pick her towel up off the floor right now and pretend like that was an accident.
Instead, she stood frozen.
Griffin reached for her in the dark hallway, tracing a finger from her neck down to her breast.
Then he anchored a hand on her waist and pulled her toward him, kissing her again, harder this time. Deeper. A little gasp caught in her throat as his other hand reached between her legs and started to caress her, finding a rhythm that had her clutching his still wet body to keep from falling on the ground.
She reached for the hem of his shirt and started to lift his wet clothes off him. Unbuttoning his jeans, she pressed them down, working until he was as naked as she was.
“Are you sure this is what you want? We’re breaking all the rules in those romance novels you like to read,” he said, his voice gravelly.
She swallowed, burning for him. Needing to feel his hands on her. His mouth. His tongue. “I want this. I want you.”
A small smile lifted his mouth. He took her hand and started leading her down the hallway, passing Trooper as they went.
“Sorry, buddy. You have to stay behind,” Griffin called, pulling her into his bedroom and shutting the door. “If it starts to thunder we’ll have to stop,” he said between kisses.
“A woman should never come between a man and his dog,” Val agreed.
“You know me so well.” He kissed her again and then he pulled her toward his bed.
communities, Annie often features heroes who fight for their countries, while also fighting for a place to call home and a good woman to love. When Annie isn’t writing, she’s spending time with her husband and 3 children, or reading a book by one of her favorite authors.