Between Duty and Desire by Leanne Banks

could feel the heat of her arousal between them. It thrummed with a dark and desperate need that matched his. “Maybe I’ve changed. Maybe I’m terrible and wicked because I want you, but I’d just be using you.” She inhaled audibly and pulled her hand from his. “Oh, I can’t believe I’m telling you this. It’s crazy. I’ve gone crazy,” she said and turned away.
    She was his for the taking. The knowledge was unbearably tempting. She could ease the burning inside him. But how could he justify taking Rob’s woman?
    Rob was dead, a voice inside him ruthlessly reminded him. Rob couldn’t take care of Callie’s needs anymore. Brock couldn’t take care of her the way she needed to be cared for, but he was confident he could take care of her in bed. He could let her use him.
    What a joke, he thought. As if he would be doing her a favor. He was dying to get close to her, inside her.
    Swearing under his breath, he scraped his hand through his hair. Maybe he was making this too complicated. Maybe this was part of the healing process for Callie. Maybe she needed to have sex with him so she could be ready for the guy she would really fall for. The thought pinched, but he brushed the sensation aside. Maybe he was looking for a justification where there was none.
    Maybe it was time to stop thinking so damn much.
    His heart pounding in his chest, he moved closerto her, right behind her so he could smell a hint of her soft, sweet fragrance. “Are you sure about this?” he asked in a low voice against her ear.
    “Yes,” she said. “How horrible am I?”
    Feeling like Satan himself, he lifted her hair from the side of her neck and lowered his mouth to brush his lips over her skin, while he slid his other hand around to her belly. “Maybe we should skip the re criminations and just agree to be horrible together.”
    He felt her shudder in his arms, then she turned around to face him and lifted her hands to cradle his head. “I’ve never been with a man like you.”
    “So we’re even. I’ve never been with a woman like you,” he said, seeing the lack of confidence in her eyes. “Maybe you can teach me something.”
    She gave a short, catchy laugh of disbelief. “Fat chance.”
    “You can try,” he said, moving his hands around to the back of her waist and pulling her against him.
    “C’mon, Callie,” he taunted. “Give it a try.” Lowering his head, he pressed his mouth against hers and rubbed from side to side, absorbing the taste and texture of her lips. The kiss was a tease to himself, to her, and as she slid her fingers through his hair and gave a soft moan, he wanted more.
    Opening his mouth, he drew her lips into his, tasting her, wanting to inhale her sweetness. She responded by sliding her tongue against his in a shy, but sensual shimmy that did crazy things to his nerveendings. Another moan escaped her lips and he felt the fire in his belly burn higher.
    He opened his mouth and consumed her lips and tongue with his. As if there was a raging inferno pushing him onward, he rocked against the cradle of her femininity. The friction made him even harder. She ground against him in response, sucking his tongue deep into her sweet recesses.
    She was so warm, so sexy, so ready. He felt the fringe of her desperation ripple through him. She caught him off guard when she tugged his shirt free from his jeans. Her hands on his belly were a welcome surprise.
    He slid his hands lower to cup her sweet bottom as they moved against each other. He grew harder with each movement, each stolen breath she took. Unable to resist the temptation of her bare skin, he slipped one of his hands up under the hem of her dress, higher, finding her naked derriere. She was wearing the damn thong.
    He broke into a sweat. The image of her naked bottom jerked him into third gear. He slid his fingers over the silky rounded contours. She undulated against him, as hot and bothered as he was. He could ditch this little scrap of silk and