Jake Campbell hates rules. Undercover to stop a drug ring at a posh Cape Cod resort, he can’t resist the fiery head chef, Abbie Duncan. She may be on the suspect list, but he can’t keep his hands to himself. With a rising body count, he must keep Abbie safe…but can he trust her with his jaded heart?
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Jake’s hands rubbed up and down her
arms but her shivering continued. He wrapped his arms around her, pressing his
hands to her back, breathing in her scent, holding her while she trembled. Long
minutes passed as the sun climbed higher, but Jake barely noticed. The fact
that time stood still whenever he was near her had no relevance to anything. Yeah,
he could keep telling himself that as long as he wanted, but a tiny little
voice in his head kept up that persistent whispering, This one. Choose this one.
Finally, the trembling subsided and
Abbie’s breathing slowed to match his own.
The awareness between them grew, an
electricity passing between their bodies in every spot where they were
connected. She tried to pull away, her wide eyes meeting his and displaying
both confusion and an underlying need. A need that seemed to match his own.
“I’m a mess this morning, sorry.”
“Hey.” He cupped her face, stroking
the pads of his thumbs along her soft cheeks until she reluctantly met his stare.
“It’s not your fault, Abbie. Stop blaming yourself.” More tears shimmered,
making her eyes look impossibly large, like deep green pools. His gaze shifted
lower, to where her bottom lip quivered. Unable to stop himself, he dipped his
head and pressed his lips softly to hers, just to stop that last tremble,
tasting the salt of her tears mingled with the coffee on her breath. Soft and
sweet, her mouth yielded to his eagerly.
The kiss was gentle, her cheeks cradled
between his hands as he slowly laid claim. Her arms snaked around his waist as
her hips pressed tighter against his, pulling him closer as the kiss deepened,
her tongue swirling with his, the intensity spiraling. His hands slid up into
her still-damp hair. An image of her in the shower jumped to the front of his
mind like one of his erotic dreams in real time.
Abbie pulled her mouth from his, panting
for breath, her face flushed. “Jake, we can’t do this.”
“Do what?” He recaptured her lips,
not ready to stop, not ready to admit to himself that he shouldn’t be kissing
her, shouldn’t be crossing this line for so many reasons he couldn’t even name
them all. So sweet, so giving, as if
she’d dreamed about this moment as much as he had. Her soft moan sent his heart
racing, feeling like he’d gone over the edge of a waterfall with no way to
escape the battering rocks below.
When she pulled away again, his
lips found her earlobe, nipping, tracing the outer edge with his tongue and
feeling her tremble in his arms as she spoke. “Jake, there are rules.” Her eyes
were closed, her neck bent to give him better access to that spot on the edge
of her jaw, just below her ear.
“I know all about rules,” he whispered, wound so tight he might explode. “Sometimes they’re meant
to be broken.”
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