An Excerpt From: TIGER LILY
© Copyright KIMBERLY DEAN, 2012
A little over an hour later, Shanna thanked the man who’d driven her ‘home’ and stepped out of the car. She closed the door behind her and looked at the safe house. She hoped to God that Joe had been able to get things arranged. She needed to keep her cover intact now that she was under the microscope with Santos’ men.
Feeling ridiculously self-conscious in her skimpy blue dress and high heels, she walked up the front sidewalk to the house. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the window shade on a nearby house move. Looking more closely, she saw an elderly man giving her a dour stare.
No doubt, they didn’t see the likes of her in this sedate neighborhood very often.
Glancing over her shoulder, she saw that the car hadn’t moved. The driver was obviously trying to be a gentleman and make sure she arrived home safely.
‘Gentleman, my ass,’ she said. It was nine o’clock on a sunshine-filled morning. The thug was catching one last long look at her ass before he went back to his job of dealing drugs and enforcing territory.
She just hoped that Joe had left the door open. She didn’t have a key, and he hadn’t told her where he would leave one. It would be a bitch if her cover were blown because she couldn’t find the key for her own ‘home’.
She reached for the doorknob and swallowed a gasp when it turned of its own volition. The door swung open and there, filling the doorway, was her boss.
Shanna’s jaw dropped, and she went mute.
Oh God, she wasn’t prepared for this. Not now. She hadn’t had time to go over what she wanted to say to him. She wasn’t ready for another speech about her impulsiveness.
Her heart thudded in her chest. What was he going to do to her? There had to repercussions. He looked angry enough to do anything. His eyes flashed green fire, and energy radiated from his tense body. He wouldn’t stop staring, and it made her nervous.
‘Ti-,’ she said.
He moved so quickly, she wasn’t able to get the rest of his code name out. His hand jutted out and caught her at the nape of the neck. His lips came down hard on hers, silencing what she’d intended to say.
Shock paralysed Shanna. Joe Mitchell was kissing her.
His other arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her close. An almost electrical jolt of energy zapped through her at the contact of their bodies, and her eyelids drifted shut.
Five years of wanting bubbled up inside her. His body was warm and hard against her soft curves. His lips ate at hers, and his hands… Lord, his touch was like fire.
Her body started shaking with need. Almost hesitantly, she ran her hands up his arms. His muscles clenched under her touch.
This wasn’t a fantasy. He was real, and he was kissing her as if his life depended on it.
She wasn’t about to question why. With a groan, she wrapped her arms about his neck and hung on for dear life. When his tongue pressed at the seam of her lips, her body melted. She clung to him, letting his body take her weight.
‘Joe,’ she said, her voice full of need.
His knees seemed to buckle at the sound of his name on her lips.
‘Lily,’ he said in a ragged tone.
His touch became more urgent as he tried to touch all of her at once. Shanna squirmed under his wandering hands. Her skin burned wherever his fingers brushed against her.
One of his hands dove into the dark waterfall of her hair. The other one sneaked under the hem of her dress to her buttocks. His jaw went tight when he discovered she wasn’t wearing any panties.
‘Lord help me,’ he said.
Urgency seemed to hit him then. With his hand firmly on her bare ass, he pulled her across the room with him. They tumbled down onto the couch and his lips found hers again.
His kisses jumbled Shanna’s thought processes. She didn’t know why he was here, and she didn’t care. She didn’t want to think about why he was touching her. She just wanted to touch him.
With frantic hands, she pulled his T-shirt out of the waistband of his jeans. She’d always seen him in suits and ties. These casual clothes were driving her wild. Her hands skimmed up his body, and she shivered with desire.
He was ripped. Each and every muscle was clearly delineated. She couldn’t stop her fingers from reaching out and tracing every line. His stomach shuddered when her fingernail skimmed along his six-pack.
‘Please,’ she said on a high note. ‘Oh, please.’
She reached for the zipper of his jeans, and he let out a harsh curse. He pulled away far enough for her to work and ran a line of kisses up to her ear. ‘We’re being watched,’ he whispered.
She didn’t understand, and she didn’t want to.
‘Santos men have bugged the place. There’s a camera in the corner of the room.’
This time the words got through. Her hands stilled, and a saber of pain lashed through her.
He’d been putting on a show for the cameras.
Mortification set in, and Shanna wanted to sink into the cushions and disappear. She’d been making love to him, and he’d been putting on a show.
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