Excerpt from Courting Trouble
Contemporary Hot Romance
Set-up: Sienna and Jason show up at the same event
The coat check room was unattended and really just an empty room that had been filled with racks and hangers. It was run on the honor system, and Sienna had to remember where she’d left her shawl. The garment was thin and meant more for style than warmth.
Good thing, because the unusually balmy fall weather had yet to break.
She’d just found the pretty green wisp of fabric when she heard someone behind her. Before she could turn, strong arms enclosed her, and big hands wrapped around the clothing rack before her.
The voice was low and rumbly in her ear.
Her nose wrinkled in irritation. “I’m not running. Avery’s knee is bothering him.”
“Lucky for you.”
She turned and found herself blocked in by Jason’s big body. She tilted her head back to look him in the eye. “Why are you such an ass?”
The question caught him straight on the chin, and his head snapped back as if she’d struck him. When it settled back into place, he wore a speculative look.
The apology, in turn, rocked her on her heels. It wasn’t what she’d expected, and it had sounded truthful.
His head dipped closer. “You make me want to push you.”
“To see what happens when I reach past that politically correct exterior.”
Her spine straightened. “You mean you want to get a rise out of me.”
He glanced down at the front of his trousers. “You get a rise out of me.”
She refused to look. She refused to rise to the bait.
But it couldn’t be helped.
She peeked and saw the huge bulge behind the zipper of his dress trousers. Without his jacket, he’d be drawing some impressed stares. She jerked her gaze away when she realized she was the only one staring.
Nervously, she licked her lips. “Stop it.”
His brow furrowed. “Stop what?”
“Stop being rude and crude.”
“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” He let go of the metal rack to run his finger around the rim of her ear. It sent shivers down Sienna’s neck. “But I can’t be anything other than who I am. I’m not the white-teeth, perfect-hair kind of guy you’re used to.”
The words brought up a vivid image of Kyle, and Sienna gritted her teeth. “Stop making me do things I don’t want to do.”
The easy-going humor on his face faded. “I’m confused. Are you saying you didn’t want to dance? Because I didn’t feel you pulling away until your little decorum radar started going off.”
“I didn’t want to dance. I said so in the first place.”
That hand that had been toying at her ear caught her chin. “Or are you talking about last night when you melted all over me when I kissed you?”
Sienna stomped her foot. Lifted it and drove her heel into the ground. This time, he pulled his foot out of the way.
“Stop making me do things I shouldn’t do.”
The glitter in his eyes changed. “Who says you shouldn’t do them?”
“I do. Luxxor does.”
He ran his thumb along her bottom lip. “I went back and looked at that contract, you know. It says that mutually agreed contact is acceptable.”
Her lips trembled, and she pulled away. “It doesn’t mean that.”
“At least you’re not trying to tell me it wasn’t mutually acceptable.”
Frustration rode high in Sienna’s chest. She didn’t even like the guy—at least not when he was so antagonistic and cocky—and he did it on purpose! He only changed his tune when she called him out on it. Who did that?
“It was inappropriate.”
“It felt appropriate to me.” He stepped closer. “We’re two consenting adults.”
They were in the far corner of the room, away from the traffic in the hallway. “It was a mistake,” she whispered.
“You’re not escorting me tonight.” She bumped into his arm when she shifted to the side. His temple brushed against hers as he spoke directly into her ear. “What’s holding you back now?”
Sienna inhaled deeply. He was in her space again, crowding her and pushing her. His scent invaded her senses, crisp and manly.
He was so sexual, so dominant.
And she squirmed under the treatment. She was normally submissive. She didn’t like raising a fuss, and she wanted to please people. Yet he was goading her, daring her to take the bait.
She took it in a way that neither of them expected. Reaching out, she touched him.
“Sweet Jesus,” Jason said on an expulsion of air.
Sienna flinched when she realized she had his cock in her hand. Heat tore through her, and her brain momentarily seized.
What had possessed her?
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