In Bed with the Enemy by Kathie DeNosky Page B

vulnerability touched him in ways he’d never have believed possible. “You’re beautiful, Elise.”
    â€œSo are you,” she said, placing her soft hand on his cheek.
    Taking her into his arms, he pulled her to him and the feel of her breasts pressed to his chest sent a tremor of need coursing through him. Her hands skimming over his back and down his flanks was heaven and hell rolled into one. But when she traced the waistband of his briefs with her slender fingers, Cole’s heart thudded so hard that he wouldn’t have been surprised if it cracked a couple of ribs.
    â€œI think we’d better lie down before my knees give out,” he said, lowering her to the mattress. He leaned down to give her a quick kiss. “I’ll be right back.”
    When he returned from the bathroom with their protection, he slipped the foil packet beneath his pillow, then stretched out beside her. Propping himself up on one elbow, he leaned over her to kiss her with every emotion he had but couldn’t put a name to.
    Elise wrapped her arms around Cole’s neck and gave herself up to his masterful kiss. Tonight she’d forget that she was an FBI agent and Cole was an ATF operative. Tonight they were simply a woman and man coming together to explore the magnetic pull between them that could no longer be denied.
    When she parted her lips, he slipped his tongue inside to mimic a more intimate coupling, and ribbons of desire quickly spiraled throughout her being totwine into a tight coil of need deep in her belly. He brought his hand up to cup her breast and his gentle caress sent a shiver of longing straight through her. But when he moved his hand along her side to the indentation of her waist and beyond, Elise moaned and moved restlessly beneath his tender touch.
    He slowly slid his hand down to her knee, then back up along the inside of her thigh. A ripple of excitement coursed through her when his fingers slipped inside the leg of her panties to tease her with a featherlight touch.
    Wanting to explore his body as he was hers, she brought her hands down to trace the cords of his strong neck, to measure his wide shoulders. His hard, male body felt absolutely wonderful beneath her fingers and she found it just as arousing to touch him as it was to have him touch her.
    He shuddered against her as she glided her palms over his back to the elastic band of his briefs. When she dipped her fingers inside to test the tight muscles of his buttocks, his groan of pleasure vibrated against her lips.
    â€œI think you’re killing me,” he said, sounding short of breath. His own fingers slid beneath the lace band of her panties. “Lift your hips, sweetheart.”
    When she did as he commanded, he whisked the scrap of silk away in one smooth motion, then rose up to allow her to do the same with his briefs. The feel of his hard, hair-roughened body against hers sent an electric current skipping over every nerve in her body when he once again lowered himself to cover her.
    His lips heated her skin as he rained tiny kissesfrom her collarbone down the slope of her breast at the same time he slid his hand between them to touch the tight nest of curls at the juncture of her thighs. As he took the taut tip into his mouth to tenderly suck on it, he parted her to gently touch her femininity, and Elise thought she would go up in flames from the exquisite pleasure of it.
    Restless with a need to give to him as he gave to her, she moved her hand between them to circle his hard maleness. A low groan rumbled up from deep in his chest when she explored his strength and the velvet softness below.
    â€œSweetheart, I’ll give you all night to not stop that,” he said, raising his head to grin down at her. But as she continued to stroke him, his eyes closed and his easy expression faded. Reaching down, he took her hand in his. “Maybe that’s not such a good idea after all.”
    â€œBut I thought you