|Posted by Brenda Dyer on April 15, 2012 at 12:05 PM|
Mel materialized in front of her. She jumped to her feet, her heart beating double time against her ribs. She pressed a hand to her chest. “Will you quit doing that? You're going to give me a heart attack. Can't you use the front door like a normal person?”
He laughed and drew her into his arms. “What would be the fun in that? I like keeping you on your toes.”
Breeana smiled and slid her hands under the flaps of his leather jacket. The leather creaked as his embrace tightened. She smoothed her palms up his hard muscular back and kissed the underside of his clean shaven jaw. The scent of his cologne and his warm skin heated her blood and her desire.
“You like keeping me on my toes, huh?” she asked.
He tilted her chin up until their gazes met. “Among other positions.” His voice was low, husky, and his irises darkened.