Excerpt from Causing Havoc
Excerpt Two
Those three words dripped sensual suggestion. Eve almost sighed. How could one man possess so much appeal? It had been a very long time since she'd felt this drawn. She wanted to get closer to him. She wanted to touch him.
Even in the crowded bar, with the smell of liquor and sweat hanging in the air, she could detect his scent. Rich and reminiscent of the outdoors, it suggested that he'd had a long drive, probably with the windows down. She liked that.
His mussed, light brown hair nearly matched the mellow color of his expressive eyes. He stood easily six-four, towering over her by damn near a foot. His worn jeans and black T-shirt hung loosely on his frame, but solid muscles shown anyway. Whatever he did, he kept his body shredded, without a single ounce of fat.
Eve glanced behind her, saw an empty nook, and said, "Wanna grab a seat?"
His gaze searched hers. "Is a seat my only option for now?"
Lord help her, she wanted to melt. Instead, she donned a cocky smile. "For now."
Both sides of his mouth lifted. "Then yeah, I'll take a seat, especially if it comes with a beer."
Finally having a good excuse, Eve wrapped her fingers around his wrist on the pretense of guiding him to the room. He had thick bones, hot skin, and crisp hair. The fact that her fingers couldn't completely encircle his wrist got her heart pumping double time.
Along the way to the semi-private alcove, Eve paused at the bar to say, "Bring us some beers, will ya, Dave?"
"Be right there."
"Thanks." They reached the room just in time to head off another couple. "Sorry," Eve said, and slipped in before them.
Once inside, she had to release him, but she held out her hand. "I'm Eve Lavon, by the way."
He looked at her outstretched hand, but didn't accept the handshake. Instead, he captured her wrist, lifted her palm to his mouth, and put the gentlest of kisses there. Still holding on to her, he whispered, "Hi Eve."
Get a grip, Eve told herself. She sucked in a deep breath, and leaned close as if sharing a confidence. "I'm already sold. You can ease up now."
His thumb teased over the inside of her wrist. Slowly, he shook his head. "No, I don't think I can."
"Really?" Damn it, she squeaked. Clearing her throat, she said, "Try, okay?"
"How about one taste first?"
"One taste?" Yeah, sounded like a hell of an idea. "You mean..?"
With one small tug, he had her up against him. His free hand flattened on the small of her back, but not in restraint. She in no way felt forced.
She felt... seduced.
And wasn't that a unique thing?
"A kiss," he told her, and his breath brushed her lips. "Just a small one."