by Lauren Hawkeye
Publication Date: July 3, 2017
Genres: Adult, Entangled: Scorched, Serial, Contemporary, Erotic, Romance
Celebrity archaeologist Cari Dunn is so over the Georgia heat, the red tape at her dig site, and the threatening messages left on her motel door. She just wants to dig, and the network just wants to keep her safe—with a bodyguard. She can’t complain. Jasper Benjamin radiates raw masculinity that penetrates her to the core and ignites passion she’s never felt. Too bad for him, she’s not going to be easy to handle.
Lusting after the bodyguard shouldn’t be so tempting, especially when her life is on the line.
Jasper watched me approach, but most of the wariness I’d seen on him was gone. In its place was the same need, the primal desire that had been relentlessly pushing me in his direction since we’d met.
“You like watching.” Emboldened by the shot of tequila, I pushed at his chest, urging him to sit on the bar stool behind him. He resisted for a moment before complying, spreading his legs wide enough that I could nestle myself between them.
“I like lots of things.” He hissed out a breath, just the smallest of reactions, as I placed a hand on each of his thighs, rubbing my palms over the defined muscles.
He didn’t push me away.
“You don’t know what you’re asking for.” His voice, more whiskey than steel as he looked down at me, was full of warning.
“That’s a cop-out.” I licked my lips, tasting tequila. “Tell me.”
Without warning, his hand shot out and palmed my breast. I gasped as with his other hand he pulled me flush against his torso, the soft curves of my stomach to his groin.
My eyes widened as he pulled me closer still, rubbing me back and forth over—oh, man. I’d felt his hardness against me earlier, but right now, as he deliberately shifted me along his length, I felt the need gathering tight at the base of my spine.
With sure fingers, he tugged the right side of my dress down. The bra that I wore beneath was white lace and thin, and when he ran his thumb over my nipple, a pulse of heat shot straight from his caress to my core.
“Jasper!” I was pressed against his chest, but we were sitting in the middle of a bar that was crowded with people. “What are you doing?”
My words were shocked, but I betrayed myself by pressing into his palm. He laughed, a low, dark sound, and dampness surged between my legs.
“Yeah, I like to watch.” Without warning, he pulled back and tugged my dress into position. I was left staring up at him with wide eyes and shaky hands. “I like to be watched, too. Like I said, Cari, I like a lot of things. You’ve been pushing me all day, and I’m about to break, so make sure you understand. If we do this, I’m going to want those things with you.”
He probably expected that little speech to discourage me. If he got to know me better, he’d find out that I saw challenges like a bull sees red flags.