Alibi in High Heels by Gemma Halliday

eyebrow at him. "What now?"
    His eyes crinkled at the corners, going all dark and warm as his face broke into a Big Bad Wolf grin - all teeth like he might eat me up at any second. "This."
    He dipped his lips in to meet mine, his stubble tickling my cheek as his tongue brushed against my lower lip.
    Instantly my mind went mush. The prison cell, Felix, Moreau, the whole mess the press was making of my life all disappeared as I leaned into his kiss, my lips melting under his. I closed my eyes as his arm wrapped around my middle, laying me back on the bed. In an instant, the hard planes of his body were covering mine. One hand dove into my hair, the other hiking up the hem of my skirt as his hips pressed into mine. I kissed him back. Hard. As I fumbled with the top button of his jeans. When I popped it open, he did a low growl thing in the back of his throat.
    "It's been too long," he mumbled into my mouth.
    "It's only been a couple of days."
    He paused, then looked down at me, his eyes glazed over with a look that could only be described as pure lust. "Yeah, like I said, too long."
    I laughed as he dove back in, his lips locking onto my throat, nibbling at my pulse in a way that made my body shiver from my head clear down to my toes. I wrapped one bare leg around his torso, navigating my gimp leg out of the way.
    Ramirez looked down. "Can you have sex in that thing?" he asked, gesturing to Wonder Boot.
    I felt a devilish grin of my own sliding across my face.
    "We're about to find out."

Chapter Eight

    I awoke to the sounds of room service carts being wheeled down the hallway outside my room. I gingerly opened one eye, then the next. It felt like I'd been asleep for days, my mouth full of that morning gym socks flavor. I turned over and looked at the digital numbers of the alarm clock. Seven fifteen.
    "Mmmm," Ramirez moaned beside me. He rolled over, wrapping an arm round me and pulling me to him, spoon fashion. "Good morning, beautiful," he mumbled into my hair.
    I grinned, wiping the sleep out of my eyes. "Yes. Yes it is."
    "I had a dream about you last night," he said. He rubbed his pelvis against my bare tush, leaving very little to the imagination as to just what kind of dream I'd awakened him from.
    "Was I good?" I joked.
    "Oh yeah," he growled, his breath tickling my ear. I ducked, giggling.
    "And just where do you think you're going?" he asked. He pulled me onto my back and sat up, straddling me. Then he slid one hand down my arm, twining his fingers with mine as he stared down at me.
    "Police brutality," I teased, wiggling beneath him.
    He just flashed me a wicked grin and raised his eyebrows suggestively. "You ain't seen nothing yet." He leaned in close, his eyes intent on my mouth.
    "Halt!" I quickly covered my mouth with my free hand. "I have morning breath."
    He chuckled. "Me too. Who cares?" He zoned in again.
    "Gross. You may be cute, but I am so not kissing you with morning breath," I mumbled behind my hand.
    He paused. "Seriously?"
    "Seriously."
    He let out a deep sigh, then rolled back to his side of the bed. "I fly all the way to Paris just be denied by the morning breath."
    I swatted at him, throwing my one good leg over the side of the bed and hopping to the bathroom. "Give me five minutes."
    "Four!" he called as I shut the door.
    I loaded my toothbrush with Crest and, figuring I might as well go all the way, turned on the shower and quickly did a shampoo and rinse. I towel-dried my hair into a fairly passable sexy-wet look and threw on a little make-up. Hey, just because we'd seen each other naked didn't mean Ramirez had to see me without my eyeliner. By the time I emerged from the bathroom, a white hotel-issue towel wrapped around my midsection, Ramirez was propped up in bed, one hand behind his head as he watched a soccer match on TV.
    "That was one hell of a tooth brushing."
    I shrugged. "What can I say? I'm a hygienic sort of gal."
    He shook his head at me, the corner of his mouth twisting up until a