by Paige Tyler
Behind her, Blake bent to nuzzle her neck. His mouth was warm on her skin, and she tipped her head to the side to give him plenty of room. Steadying the weapon, she squeezed off a lazy shot at the target and hit it dead center. Hmm, nothing like getting her breasts fondled to improve her focus.
She loved a man who knew how to use his mouth, and Blake certainly fell into that category. His lips on her neck were doing crazy things to her body, and she shivered as goose bumps chased over her skin. And when he traced his tongue along the pulse line of her jugular all the way from her collar bone up to her ear? Well, she just about thought she might melt. She was on the verge of dropping her Smith and Wesson when a sharp nip of teeth brought her back to reality. Damn, he was good at this. She tried to get herself back under control, but she couldn't. She was getting drunk from his first little touch.
She let her head fall back, silently begging the handsome cop for more. And more was exactly what he gave her. Oh God, was it possible to have a neckgasm? If his mouth felt that good on her neck, what was it going to feel like on her nipples? Or—dare she say it— her pussy? She quivered at the thought.
She was so caught up in what Blake was doing above the collar of her shirt she almost didn’t realize he was unbuttoning it. He was so smooth she would have missed it completely if it wasn't for the cool air touching her stomach as he worked his way up from the bottom. He stopped halfway to motion toward the target with his chin.
Trista blinked. He wanted her to keep shooting? Was he nuts? She was so blurry-eyed from excitement she was starting to worry about their safety. But he was insistent, nudging her again.
She lifted her 9mm and took a deep breath, doing her best to lock her eyes on the man-shaped silhouette hanging from the cable. The task was made more difficult by the fact that Blake had finished with the buttons on her shirt and wrapped his hands around her satin-covered breasts. She hadn't thought her shirt had been that thick, but the increase in sensation let her know that was a lie. Her nipples tightened almost painfully against her bra.
Blake gave her a sharp nip on the neck with his teeth to put her back on task. She lifted her head, took another breath and held it, then squeezed off a shot at the head of the target.
Hmm, another hit. She’d better be careful, or her hunky police officer might catch on to her game.
Other Books by Paige Tyler
SERIES
The Badge Bunnies Series
Seducing Officer Barlowe
Two Cops, A Girl and A Pair of Handcuffs
A Cop, His Wife and Her Best Friend
Ride-Along
The Cowboy Series
Karleigh’s Cowboys
And The Ranch Hand Makes Three
More Than a Cowboy (Special Two-Book Set)
Alaskan Werewolves Series
Animal Attraction
Animal Instinct
The Cutler Brothers Series
Cade
Madoc
The Cutler Brides
Modern Day Vampires
Vampire 101
The Friends Series
Spicing Up Her Marriage
Taking Her Friends Advice
It’s Just a Job
INDIVIDUAL BOOKS
Western
Kayla and the Rancher
Paranormal
Dead Sexy
Ghost Hunter
Just Right
The Magic Spell
Contemporary
Security Risk
The Postman Always Comes Twice
Good Cop, Bad Girl
Mr. Right-Now
Erotic Exposure
Unmasked
Sexy Secret Santa
If You Dare
Librarian By Day
Protective Custody
Samantha and the Detective
Nosy By Nature
All She Wants for Christmas
The Trouble with New Year’s Resolutions
Austin Malone, Private Eye
The Girl Next Door
Bridezilla
A Date for the Wedding
Sci-Fi
Cindra’s Bounty Hunter
Pirate’s Woman
The Ambassador’s Daughter
Not the Man She Thought
Free-Read
Caught Red Handed
