“We’ll think of something. Drew? Wait, I heard a beep. Damn.” She smiled at her men. “I have to take it. It’s business.”
She hung up and Asa shook his head. “Dirty Delilah, you lied to your poor sister.”
Sebastian smirked. “I think you need to do something about that, Wilder.”
“Agreed. Don’t worry, you can help. And keep a look out. We aren’t inviting anyone else to this party. Delilah honey?”
She took a shaky breath. “Yes?”
“I want you to take those sexy shorts off and bend over the Mustang. Someone deserves a spanking.”
God, she hoped it was her. “Yes, Wild Man.”
“Good girl.”
Delilah sent him a saucy wink. Life wasn’t always unfair. One time out of ten an unattainable bad boy became the man of your dreams...and made all your fantasies come true.
Excerpt: Burn With Me
Fireborne Series, Book One
RG Alexander
He inhaled deeply, his lashes concealing the golden flecks in his eyes. “We covered it but I don’t think you understand. You don’t just smell like them. That would be too easy. That’s just a small piece of it. Your scent, the part that‘s human? Just you? It’s different… And now you’re uncomfortable.”
“You can smell that?” She stepped back self-consciously. “Stop it right now. I’m not sure if you know this, but the last thing a woman wants to hear from a man she’s recently thrown herself at is that she smells. Especially when she’s slept in her clothes.”
A single long stride brought him halfway across the small room. “What if the smell is addictive? What if it smells like hunger and sex and the air after the rain? Would she want to know then?”
Yes, please.
“Maybe. But maybe before the flattery goes to her head she wants to find out why the supersniffing-police-of-all-things-magical kidnapped her in the first place. And why you’re so willing to let me go without a fight.”
He hesitated. “You’re unique and you were in my territory. I needed to know what you were. Who you were. It seemed simple enough, but I didn’t think it through. An issue that’s been occurring with more and more frequency these past few days.”
Because of you, his look implied. She distracted him. Well, in that case, they were even. She sensed it as he spoke. The now-familiar feeling that told her she was about to do something without thinking it through. About to act impulsively on the desire she’d had since she’d first laid eyes on him.
“So if I were dangerous…” she lowered her voice and moved close enough to run her cell phone teasingly over his chest, “…and you wanted to know more about me, you’d—what? Clap me in irons?”
“Yes.” The rough texture of his voice scraped deliciously up her spine.
/> “Those irons? The ones above my head?”
“Yes.” He took her phone out of her hand. “What are you doing?”
Aziza wasn’t sure. But she couldn’t seem to stop herself. “What would you do after that? How would you get me to talk? To tell you whatever you wanted to know?”
She could hear the deep rumble as soon as it started in his chest. It made her blood heat. “Tell me, Brandon.”
“There is no if about it. You are dangerous. And I’m confused.” He moved closer until she could feel her breasts brushing against his shirt. “I thought you wanted to leave.”
“I did,” she assured him, her hands lifting to land on his stomach, feeling the ridge of muscles there and wishing she could lick them. “I do. I definitely do.”
Brandon raised the curved fingers of one hand to her cheek, tracing the line her tears had taken when she’d realized her friend was back to normal. It was a tender gesture. Unexpectedly gentle.
“Do you want me to leave right away?” she asked.
His response was swift and emphatic. “No.”