It Had to Be You by Jill Shalvis

no more have stopped herself from doing it again as she could have stopped breathing.
    In reaction, Luke let out a low, very male sound that called to the most female part of her.
    Which answered her question. Yeah, he felt it too.
    He said her name again, his hand coming up to cup her jaw, his fingers weaving their way into her hair, tightening as if to draw her away from him.
    But he didn’t.
    Shaken, she inhaled a deep, uneven breath. Her breasts brushed his chest. The first time was accidental. The second time was all her. So was the third, and her entire body got all warm and tightened. What would it be like to have such a man belong to her? To belong to him? To kiss that mouth, feel it open under hers, feel it on her?
    The temptation was too much, and her lips slid over his throat yet again. It still wasn’t enough. She needed to taste him.
    Don’t do it…
    But her day had been complete shit, her brain was full— too full—and there was no room in it for logic. None. So she did it. She ran her tongue along the column of his throat, and then because that was so good, she let her teeth sink into him a little bit as well.
    A rough groan escaped him. Pulling her back, he searched her gaze for something, though she had no idea what. Probably her sanity.
    Too late, she could have told him. She’d lost it.
    Whatever he saw, he shook his head.
    He was going to pull back. She could feel it in the sudden tautness of his muscles. She gave him her best sex kitten look, but the truth was she wasn’t exactly a sex kitten on the best of days, and this was definitely not one of those. But something in his eyes warmed. Still half expecting him to push her back into the seat, she was surprised when he instead pulled her up against him.
    “Playing with fire,” he murmured. “And one of us is going to get burned.”
    She managed a nod. Yes, and yes. And for the record, the person getting burned would be her. She was already burning up, from the inside out. A full-blown inferno, and he’d barely touched her. She hadn’t even realized until now how badly she wanted him.
    Moving slowly, clearly giving her plenty of time to stop him, Luke cupped the nape of her neck, gliding his thumb along the sensitive skin there. Then he slowly leaned in.
    She met him halfway, pathetically eager, but she couldn’t help herself.
    Luke let out a half groan, half low laugh that seemed to be aimed more at himself than her. He shook his head again and brushed his mouth across hers.
    When she murmured for more, demanded really, he did it again, and then finally he deepened the connection, parting her lips with his, kissing her deep and hot, banishing every worrisome, unhappy thought from her mind. When they broke for air, he ran his tongue over her bottom lip before gently sinking his teeth into it, just as she’d done to his neck. Heat and desire licked through her like flames, and her fingers curled into his shirt. She wasn’t ready to stop, wasn’t ready to come back to reality.
    He said her name in a silky, rough whisper, covered her mouth with his again, and as before, there was no more thinking.
    Hell, there was no more air. There was nothing but this, and she strained to get even closer, thwarted by the console between them. She couldn’t help it. Whether merely walking into a room or picking her up from jail, he had a way of commanding her attention. He was steady as a rock, steely. Edgy. Dangerous.
    His kiss was all those things too. And he was a master at it, his big hand still gently caressing her neck, liquefying her bones with each delicious stroke of his tongue to hers. His other hand slid down her back, settling low on her spine, holding her still as he plundered.
    Completely caught up, she held on tight, working to get closer still. Hell, she’d have crawled inside him if she could. He cupped her ass, and her hips arched to try to meet his in a movement as old as time, but she couldn’t get to him. She heard her own soft mewl of