Pack Mates (Were Chronicles) by Crissy Smith Page B

she was bound to raise some eyebrows with the little devil costume. Hopefully, getting the attention of the one she wanted.
    A large man wearing black jeans and a black sleeveless shirt opened the front door. By his seductive smile and wink of approval, Kelly felt pretty good going into the bar. The music and smoke hit her all at once, and she struggled not to cough as the smoke soaked into her pores. The lights were low, but she could see well enough.
    Walking from the door, she made a slow sweep of the room. She smiled as heads turned towards her, but she made it completely around the room without stopping. She knew exactly where he sat and that he was accompanied by four of his men. She was working out the best way to approach him, when a hand grabbed her upper arm and pulled her back against a hard chest.
    Kelly stilled as an arm wrapped around her waist, and she felt breath against her neck.
    “I told you never to come here.” The voice next to her ear was low, husky.
    Kelly relaxed in the embrace, immediately recognising the voice of the undercover agent, Alex Gray, who was working her sister’s case.
    “Well, I must have forgotten,” she said in her sexiest southern drawl.
    She was rewarded with a growl before being dragged in a storage room and slammed against the door.
    “This isn’t a game,” he told her as he crushed her harder into the door.
    Kelly found herself distracted by the strength of the body that covered hers. He held her arms over her head and leaned against her so she could feel every inch of his muscular body against her softer flesh. Her body flushed and she felt her arousal as she shifted against him. She had never responded like this to a man before meeting Alex. But since she had, all she could ever think about was tearing off his clothes.
    Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, she pushed against him. “Okay, let me go, Alex.”
    She looked up in his eyes. He smiled but didn’t release her. “What are you doing here Kelly?”
    Sighing, Kelly slumped against the door. “It’s been a year. A year today. I just wanted to see him.”
    Alex nodded his head, and she saw sympathy in his expression. “I’m sorry but you can’t be here.” He released her and stepped back.
    The loss of his body heat had Kelly wrapping her arms around herself. “I’m not leaving. I want to talk to him.”
    “No.” Alex shook his head and crossed his arms over his chest.
    Kelly took a step towards him, resting her hands on her hips. “You’re not my boss. I can talk to who I want to.”
    He just smiled smugly at her.
    “What are you going to do, Alex? Arrest me?” she taunted. “Don’t you think that would ruin your cover?”
    The smile never left his face. “I don’t have to arrest you. All I have to do is have you thrown out of the bar, put in a cab and sent home.”
    She knew he would do it. “Please, Alex. I just wanted to talk to him.”
    “No.”
    Frustrated, Kelly struck out a hand but he caught it.
    “Careful there,” he warned and yanked her to him. Kelly tilted her head back to look him in the face. His grey eyes cut into hers as his lips thinned.
    “I won’t let you blow my cover. I won’t let you ruin a two-year investigation. He’s killed more than just your sister. I have been after him longer than you’ve been involved. And most of all, I won’t let you get yourself hurt or killed.”
    Kelly’s gaze followed as his lips moved and she licked her own, wondering what he would taste like. She looked into his eyes and saw the struggle there. He was fighting the attraction, just like she was. But she was tired of fighting it.
    Kelly lifted onto her toes and pressed her mouth against his. He stiffened but didn’t move. She traced his lips with her tongue and bit down on the lower.
    Alex finally opened to her with a groan. As she kissed him again, his hands found their way to her hair, and the soft kiss she started turned into a desperately brutal kiss of passion. He lifted her