In Too Deep by Ronica Black Page B

across the room where they came to rest with a thud. She eyed Erin hungrily. “Now, how about we take the cowboy off of you?”
    Erin didn’t respond. She couldn’t. Her voice had disappeared along with the courage she was so sure she would have.
    Adams stepped ever closer, her head cocked to one side. “Why haven’t you ever been to my club before?” she asked, allowing her shirt to flap openly.
    “Maybe I have,” Erin said, looking at her face, careful not to look at her body. Even so, her eyes were still able to make out a white bra against tanned skin.
    “Uh-uh. No chance.” Adams ran a hand slowly up the outside of Erin’s arm. “I would’ve noticed you.”
    Erin’s eyes strayed to the contracting muscles lined up neatly on the taller woman’s abdomen. “I don’t usually do the nightclub scene,” she said.
    “Well, then tell me…” Adams stepped into her and lightly kissed her neck. “What do you do?”
    Erin inhaled her alluring scent, and heat raced to her loins. She backed away, her heart pounding with want. “Not this.” She gave Adams her best stern look. “If you think I’m going to sleep with you, you’re sadly mistaken.”
    “It wasn’t sleep that I had in mind.” Adams closed the gap between them once more.
    Erin wanted to close her eyes and drift into her, but she knew she couldn’t afford to get lost in the arms of the dangerous Elizabeth Adams, potentially jeopardizing her assignment. Instead, she placed her hands firmly on Adams’s broad shoulders and held her at bay.
    “Look, all this may impress other women—the club, the celebrities, your mindless charm. But it doesn’t impress me.” She held the other woman’s stare without flinching. “I’m not out for some quick roll in the hay. This is exactly why I don’t do the nightclub scene.” She didn’t mean a damn word she was saying, but she hoped it sounded convincing.
    Adams’s face was expressionless and Erin wasn’t sure what she was thinking. Nervous, but determined not to show it, she headed for the door. She could feel the ice blue eyes boring heat into her back. “Thanks for the drink,” she said, as she pulled the door open.
    “You’re welcome.” The voice came from directly behind her.
    Startled, Erin turned. She hadn’t even heard Adams approach.
    Adams placed a finger on her lips as if to silence her, then ran it slowly down her neck to the top of her breasts. Erin looked into her fire-and-ice eyes and saw the raw desire churning within.
    Careful to steady her breathing, she tore herself away and, without looking back, walked briskly and purposefully out the door, past Angie and her small harem and down the stairs to the crowded dance floor. She wanted to leave, but she knew she couldn’t run out of there like a scared rabbit. Instead she grabbed the nearest woman.
    The young blond stranger was momentarily surprised by her aggressiveness, but she relaxed quickly and smiled at Erin as they danced. Erin closed her eyes and forced her body to move. The physical exertion did little to distract her from the raging feelings Adams had elicited. She danced hard, grinding her body into the other woman, trying to look like she was having fun.
    After two long songs, she gave her partner a wink and nonchalantly exited the dance floor, hoping she had put on a good enough show. Sweat dripped from her body, and her nerve endings and loins were still alive and hungry. She fished out her car keys from her pocket and ran out into the parking lot. The desert night air felt like a furnace turned on low and it did little to cool her insides down. She cranked up her car and threw it in reverse.
    She had done it. The first contact was over and she had done exactly what was required, maybe even more. She could only hope Adams would remain hooked. She drove several blocks before she pulled over into a grocery store parking lot. After parking in the rear and away from the other cars, she turned off her car and collapsed