Dangerously Hot (A Hostile Operations Team Novel)(#4) by Lynn Raye Harris Page A

if you dare to touch me, I’ll go to Mendez and tell him I can’t work with you.”
    He stalked toward her. “Maybe I want you to do just that. Did you ever think of that? Maybe being near you without being able to touch you is driving me crazy, and maybe I’ll have some peace if you get me kicked off this op.”  
    He stopped beside the bed. She was still kneeling there, her head tilted back to gaze up at him, her eyes searching his face. Her lips were so pink and moist, so lush. He wanted to taste them one more time. Needed to taste them. If he did that, maybe he could shake this inconvenient attraction to his friend’s widow. Maybe kissing Lucky was nothing like he remembered. There would be no spark, no need rushing through him, no desire to ravage and claim.
    There would be nothing but emptiness, and he could go back to life the way he understood it. He could stop thinking about this damn woman and what might have been if he’d not walked away and given her to Marco.
    She didn’t shrink away from him. Her gaze sank to his cock again and need speared into him. Kev reached for her, cupped his hands on either side of her head, and thrust his fingers into her gleaming hair. She didn’t try to pull away and a surge of possessiveness rode hard through him.
    He lowered his head toward hers.
    “Kev…,” she whispered.
    He stopped for only a second, his pulse pounding a beat in his temples, his cock. “I’m going to kiss you. And then you can complain to Mendez all you damn well like.”

CHAPTER TEN
     
    Lucky’s heart was about to beat right out of her chest. She knew she should object. Strenuously. She should put her hands on his chest and shove. She should tell him to get the hell out of her room and leave her alone.
    She’d told him she didn’t want him. She’d said he didn’t make her horny, and she’d said she would tell Mendez if he touched her.  
    God help her, she’d lied.
    Her hands didn’t go to his chest. They went to his arms, gripped his heavy biceps, and held on for dear life. Her pulse hammered hard, and her nipples strained against the cotton of her shirt. No, she wasn’t cold, damn him. She was excited. Nervous. Scared.
    She hadn’t been touched by a man in so long, and even then, even when Marco had been gentle and sweet, she’d been edgy. She was edgy now for a different reason.
    Adrenaline pumped through her veins as his head descended. He dragged her closer until her body was plastered to his, his mouth a whisper away from hers. She wanted it more than she wanted her next breath.
    He hesitated. “Tell me to stop, Lucky.”
    She licked her lips, her eyes wide on his. “I… I can’t.”
    He stared at her for a long moment. And then he swore before his mouth claimed hers.  
    A lightning storm of sensation exploded in her belly, her limbs. Her sex. Liquid heat flooded her as her skin sizzled and burned. She ached in ways she’d forgotten were possible. She hadn’t been with a man since Marco. He’d been thoughtful and tender, but he hadn’t made her burn. It had probably been her fears getting in the way—and yet she burned now.
    God how she burned.
    Kev tilted her head back and thrust his tongue between her lips. Lucky moaned softly as she clung to him. He tasted like toothpaste and man and she wanted more of him, so much more. Her hands slid up his biceps, and then she looped her arms around his neck. He groaned and pulled her tighter against him until her breasts were flattened against the hard planes of his chest.
    His hands drifted down to cup her ass as his tongue demanded more from her. Lucky met him stroke for stroke. The kiss they’d shared so long ago had been sweet compared to this one, tender. This kiss was hot. Sensual. Sexy.
    It was the kind of kiss that two people shared when they were desperate for each other.
    Kev’s hands drifted back up, shaped her waist, her ribs, before cupping her breasts. He could have gone beneath her T-shirt, but he stayed on top of