Wanton. Lori Foster

kisses meant to appease. She was so stunned, he had to pry her clutching hands from his shoulders and put them in her lap. Her first reaction was regret that he’d stopped—but it was quickly followed by the hot lash of shame.

      It had been a long time since she’d been kissed, forever since she’d been kissed like that, and she’d responded as if starved. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to deny the truth about herself, but she couldn’t. She had hoped the awful ordeal with her fiancé had cured her of her overly passionate nature. But Alec, a man who didn’t care for her, who relished insulting her and tried to bully her at every turn, had gotten an even stronger response from her. How could she have kissed him back like that, losing all sense of time and place and purpose? Where in the world was her pride?

      It took her precious minutes to get her bearings again, to hide the embarrassment that threatened to bring her low. And when she did, Alec was helping her off the stool. He had her purse in one fist, had paid her bill, and was leading her out. He walked behind her, automatically protecting her back, she knew, constantly nudging her forward.

      Oh no. She hadn’t accomplished a thing yet! She stiffened, but Alec’s hand came around her waist and curved over her belly. The thin material of her dress was no barrier against the hot hardness of his large palm. His long fingers spread, spanning her from hipbone to hipbone. She sucked in a startled breath in response and retreated backward, attempting to pull away. But that only brought her up flush against the front of Alec and she felt his tall, hard body all along the length of her back. His erection, so blatantly obvious, pushed against her bottom. She felt a new, wilder rush of heat and she locked her knees against the tightening curl of desire.

      Alec bent and his lips brushed her ear. To the onlookers, it appeared to be foreplay. To Celia, it was a sizzling threat. “Don’t look back or you’ll give yourself away. Every man here, including the ones who count, figure I just made arrangements with you for the night. That was your objective, and for the moment, keeps you safe.” He pressed his mouth to her temple in a strangely tender kiss, then added, “From them.”

      From them. Meaning she still had to deal with him and that was much more alarming than what she’d faced in the bar. But she knew he was right. For now, there was no salvaging the night. She could come back tomorrow and hopefully her ruse would be validated by Alec’s actions. Mr. Jacobs, the blond, blue-eyed villain she’d been trying to meet, would see her as a desperate woman alone, an easy pick-up.

      Celia forcefully snuffed out the small voice in her mind that claimed the ruse a reality. The kiss with Alec was a mistake; she wouldn’t let it happen again. She wasn’t desperate, or easy—not anymore. She was only determined to see the job done. One way or another, she’d keep her overheated sexuality under control, and she’d nail the man who was ruthlessly ruining young women’s lives.

      Mr. Jacobs picked up women who seemed to be alone, telling them he wanted them to model for him. Some of their photos might even make it into a small-circulation magazine or two. But that wasn’t what he really wanted. And Celia intended to prove it. She only hoped she’d made an attractive enough picture to draw his notice. Combined with the conversation she’d shared with the bartender, she hoped to have left enough bait.

      Forcing Jacobs to show his true colors, exposing him to the authorities, would be an absolute pleasure. But her first priority, for now, was saving one young woman in particular. She couldn’t forget that; she couldn’t forget Hannah.

      As Alec led her to his truck, she thought about what she would say to him. The night air was warm and humid in mid-July and the sensual haze lifted while she felt her skin grown damp beneath the slinky dress. He was still behind her, still pressing her forward, and she wanted to run. Alec Sharpe, her brother’s number one agent, had kissed her senseless. He had curved his big hand over her belly and she could still feel the imprint of it there though he’d moved it away when opening the door. She felt like an animal.

      “I can get home on my own.”

      Without explaining how he knew it, Alec said, “You didn’t drive, and I’m damn sure not letting you get on a bus or wait for a taxi.”

      She twisted to face him. “You have no say in what I do.”

      His eyes flashed down at her, then skimmed her body once again. “Wanna bet?”

      They waged a silent battle for all of three seconds, but Celia knew she didn’t dare cause a scene so close to the bar. Anyone might see, and then questions would be asked, questions she couldn’t afford if she wanted to handle this case without complications, without embarrassing Hannah further.

      Taking her silence for acquiescence, Alec opened the truck door, lifted her by the waist and plopped her inside. He dropped her purse on her lap then slammed the truck door, and without a single care, strode to the driver’s side and slid in.

      Damn it, she’d known since the day she met him he was trouble. It didn’t matter that her brother, Dane, trusted him more than any other man he knew. It didn’t matter that her sister-in-law, Angel, actually let him baby-sit her sweet, innocent little son. It didn’t matter that he always got the job done, that he had never hurt her, that he had in fact taken a bullet meant for her on the last assignment she’d botched.

      What mattered was that he was lethal to her senses. He had kissed her, and she’d liked it. But his kiss had been meant to remove her from the bar without fuss. He’d used that kiss against her, just as her fiancé had used her sexuality against her. And it had worked.

      She couldn’t, wouldn’t, let herself get involved with him. For the past year-and-a-half, she’d effectively put her sensual, prurient nature under wraps, and she wanted to keep it that way. As soon as she got home, she’d call Dane and make him intervene. She hadn’t wanted to do that because it felt too much like tattling, like using her relationship with the boss to get special favors. But this was crucial.

      She had sworn off relationships after her last disastrous attempt at finding romance. Lust had blinded her to reality then, and the shame was still a part of her. But she was now older and wiser and determined to forge a new life for herself while making amends for past mistakes. Without sexual involvement.

      Dane was going to have to make Alec leave her alone. That was all there was to it.

       CHAPTER TWO

      “PUT ON YOUR SEAT BELT.”

      Alec was aware of her unease, but he wasn’t ready to comfort her yet. He hadn’t been kidding when he’d issued his less-than-subtle threat to her posterior. When he’d found her in that bar, playing at being a damn tramp and looking ripe for the part, he’d wanted more than anything to turn her over his knee. But he figured if he ever did have Celia Carter in such an interesting position, punishment would likely be the last thought on his mind. He knew he could never hurt her; hell, he’d taken a bullet rather than let her be hurt. But all other possibilities were still wide open. The things he did want to do to her were numerous, and driving him nuts.

      Especially since she seemed to make a career of telling him no—about everything. As a result, he was learning to live with constant frustration.

      He could almost feel her gathering her courage. She did that a lot with him and it amused him. Grown men had been steering a wide path around him since his late teens, but not Celia. Right from the start, she’d tried her best to stand up to him, but always there was a touch of fear in her mellow hazel eyes. She’d rail against him, give him hell, but with obvious nervousness. To him, the fact that she stood up to him despite her fear indicated a hell of a lot of guts and he admired that in a woman. In fact, he’d admired a hell of a lot about Celia Carter since first setting eyes on her.

      What he didn’t admire was her impetuous race for adventure that had kept her on the edge of danger ever since she’d left her family’s secure company and joined up with Dane. He still couldn’t figure that one out. So her fiancé had turned out to be a grade A bastard? There were plenty of them in the world to go around, and