Brenna’s rolled-up sleeves exposed more of her creamy skin, even though she’d buttoned the shirt to hide the burnt holes on her white tank. She sat slouched to the side, and her legs twined along the couch, as if she’d conquered her surroundings. The way she leaned made her sloping curves more pronounced, and Conor couldn’t help following the trail up to her ripe lips. He stirred below at the thought of those long legs wrapped around his waist, and her ample breasts pressed against him.
The woman was wild, and not the kind you placed an arm around or sought to capture. She was the type who chased, who danced into your life like a spring storm, and left you battered and quaking in the wake. He froze as her eyes met his—caught staring.
However, as the tension settled between them, he found he couldn’t look away, nor did she. Her blue eyes sparked crystalline with interest as her gaze swept over him. Heat flushed through him under her scrutiny, and he hardened at once. The crisp ozone of an oncoming storm settled over them, and her scent seized him with longing, strong and sudden. Her breaths came out heavier, each one with a promise, and the languid blink of her long lashes only enhanced his arousal. He found himself drawn in like a sailor lured to sea, despite the dangers of the wild, untamable woman before him.
Adrenaline trickled through him and traveled down. He leaned forward, but before he could seize control, she rushed in like an onslaught.
Her lips pressed against his, and the motion sparked such a strong surge, he almost backed away. Instead, he pushed forward, twining his fingers through her dark, tangled hair and returning the kiss with full fervor. She fought with ferocity, and her nails curled into his shoulder as she bit down on his lip. Conor Malone wasn’t one to shirk from a fight, though, and he returned her intensity, shoving her down on the couch as his lips found hers again and again.
Heat swelled through him, intoxicating his brain. He slipped a hand up into her shirt to brush against her waist, the skin soft as cream and begging to be tasted. A moan escaped her lips at the touch, and she wrapped her legs around his. He kissed her lower, along her neck, and she responded in turn as those delicate fingertips explored his chest, seizing on his belt. Her grip made him even harder. He claimed her mouth again, darting his tongue in to deepen the kiss as he continued pressing her against the couch. The scorching blaze from their bodies purged any rational thought from his mind.
Hunters are a lonely breed, and Conor’s no exception–until he meets Brenna. Even though she slinks in unannounced and kills the wight he’s hunting down, and he should be backing carefully away, he can’t get her blinding smile or gorgeous curves off his mind. The girl’s a mystery he can’t resist, so since they’re both after the same caster who’s unleashing these monsters, he suggests teaming up. Despite her initial reluctance, Brenna joins Conor’s quest and soon the wights aren’t the only thing the lusty lady is hunting down.
He’s happy enough to satisfy her hungers, though he wishes she’d give him a few answers with her kisses. Soon enough he learns her secrets have repercussions. Faster than Conor can lift his Glock, he’s drawn into a web of kidnappings and Unseelie mischief, and it’s all concealing the machinations of a darker foe–one determined to bring Philly and the two hunters to ruin.
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