Mine's to Kill by Capri Montgomery

we need practice.” He reached out, grabbed hold of her arm and yanked her flush against his naked body. The movement caused her to stagger a bit and she had to brace her hand on his chest to stabilize herself—not that he was going to let her fall.
     
    “We don’t need practice.” That twinkle in his eyes and that grin on his face warned her of his intent. She tried to pull away, but it was too late. His lips were already massaging hers, coaxing her to open her mouth and let him inside. Naked or clothed, Colt was dangerous to a woman’s ability to concentrate. While she knew she should regain the distance by whatever means necessary she didn’t want to. So instead of giving herself space she wrapped her arms around his neck, went up on tiptoes and deepened the kiss. She didn’t protest when he grabbed hold of her behind and pulled her closer—as if she could get much closer than they already were. She didn’t protest when his hands started working the remaining buttons on her blouse a loose. She didn’t protest when his fingers went for the button and zipper of her jeans. And when she found herself standing there with her jeans pooled at her ankles, her shirt dangling off her shoulders and nothing but her bra and panties serving as a barrier between them she didn’t protest then either. One night. They could have one night and then he was going to have to put his mind back on work and off her body. She would have to do the same—only the body she was touching now was going to be a hard one to forget.
     
    When he broke the kiss enough to untangle her arms from around his neck and discard her shirt he said with his voice, “step out of them,” as he looked at her jeans. She stabilized herself by placing her hands on his solid biceps and stepping out of her jeans. Now that she was standing there in bra and panties, watching him watching her, she felt vulnerable—she felt naked.
     
    When he looked back to her eyes she was so ready for more with this man. This shouldn’t happen, but she wasn’t going to shut it down now. “Condom?”
     
    He grinned. “Oh yeah. I have condoms.” He took hold of her hand and led her back toward his bedroom. Tonight she wouldn’t be sleeping on the couch. Tonight they were going to explore this sexual attraction and tomorrow they were going back to business as usual.
     

 

     

     
    Chapter Eight
     
    “T hat’s him,” Billy said with a smile on his face. He would know those eyes anywhere. It was more the shape than anything else, because he hadn’t been close enough to get a look at the color. He might not have been close enough for exact details, but he knew the shape of the eyes he had looked into. He knew the look of the man who was trying to ruin all his plans. That was definitely him. They said he was an artist—Colt Grayson was the name they gave before that woman came to the door. Was she really the girlfriend? Of course she was. The way Colt came to the door told Billy they were in the middle of something when the reporters showed up.
     
    He chuckled. “That explains why he’s not in protective custody.” He laughed hard. “Well your lust is going to be the death of you, Colt Grayson. She’s going to be the reason you die. And you,” he pointed at the paused DVR of the news program; “you’re going to be the reason she dies.” He hadn’t killed a woman before. He didn’t have any anger with women, but if she were there when he went in to complete his mission then she was going to have to die too. “I’m sorry,” he said as he looked over the paused image of the woman standing in front of Colt. “You’re not part of my mission, but my mission can’t be stopped. I must complete it, no matter the cost.” He studied the image of Colt Grayson and his “girlfriend,” so that he could recognize either one of them if he saw them anywhere else. He now knew where this guy lived, but he was certain getting to him at his home wouldn’t be easy now.