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intimidating and most definitely
dangerous, but there’s also the man who holds open my door, puts his hand on
the small of my back when we walk and for some god-awful reason, makes me feel
safe. It’s been a long time since I felt that way with a man.”
    “You can have both parts of me, but you can’t have one
without the other.”
    “I know.” She glanced down. “ But I’m not sure I’m equipped
for this lifestyle.”
    “That’s for you to decide.” He placed a finger under her
chin and forced her to meet his gaze. “I’m not going to be strung along, so I
suggest you figure it out fast. I’m going to ask you again—should I take you
home?”
    Two heartbeats passed.
    “No, I don’t want you to take me home. I want to stay.”
    He grinned. “Then relax and enjoy yourself. I want to show
you what life is like when you’re with me.”
    “I get the feeling it’s going to be one hell of a ride with
you, Shooter.” She tilted her head back and flashed a shy smile.
    “I think you can learn to love walking on the wild side,
Librarian.” She leaned forward and he bent down, capturing her full lips. He
thrust his tongue inside her mouth and moaned at the taste of her. She was
lightness, sweetness and sunshine. A ray of purity in his dark world. His soul
rejoiced. His jeans grew tight. He deepened the kiss, seeking more of the
soul-nourishing vibrations she offered freely.
    He slid his hand down her back and cupped her thick ass. She
gasped. He swallowed the sound, greedy for more of the woman who made him feel.
His soul ignited and he knew in his gut he wouldn’t be able to let her walk
away. He wanted to explore the connection that existed between him. The
intensity of her lure was so strong he’d broken his rule about getting close
and hadn’t looked back.
    She pressed her hips against his, gripping the edges of his
cut. They moved their heads this way and that, exploring. His dick turned to
granite. She rocked her hips and he pulled away, sucking in air.
    “Unless you want me to lay you down here and now, I think
we’d better stop.”
    She glanced up at him, stunned. He chuckled and rested his
forehead against hers. “I’ve been dying to get between those killer stems of
yours since I first saw you. But I know you ain’t ready yet.”
    “And you don’t mind waiting?” She arched an eyebrow and he
frowned.
    “What kind of asshole would? I told you this isn’t just
about pussy. When it goes down between us it’ll be worth the wait.” He let his
arms drop to his sides and stepped away from her. “Let’s go back out there with
everyone. You’re too damn tempting for your own good.” He wrapped an arm around
her waist and led her back down the trail.

Chapter Four
     
    Juliette stumbled toward the kitchen, in desperate need of
caffeine after her impromptu late night. A breathy sigh slipped from her lips.
Shooter was everything she should run from. But god, do I want him. He
made her toes curl in her shoes, her heart speed and the well of happiness in
her soul overflow. Shooter woke good things. He helped heal that badly bruised
portion of her ego. She spun the carousel of coffee flavors, picked a dark
roast, popped it into the Keurig and pressed brew. The rich aroma filled the
air and she grinned as the liquid filled her favorite mug. For now, she was
okay with the risks she was taking. Shooter wasn’t the type of man you took
home to your parents. He didn’t have a polished exterior or an affluent family.
Yet, he embodied throwback qualities she longed to discover in a modern man.
    A knock sounded on her door. She glanced at the clock. Who’s
this at nine in the morning on a Wednesday? She walked over and peered out
the peephole, surprised at the man clad in a brown uniform. Curiosity piqued,
she opened the door.
    The close-shaven brunet smiled. His hazel eyes crinkled and
he held up the electronic keyboard.
    “I just need a signature from you, ma’am.”
    “Okay.” She signed her