Book Spotlight by Jaydyn Chelcee's Playing For Keeps
Playing For Keeps by Jaydyn Chelcee
Secret Cravings Publishing
Montana Men Series, Book 4
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A touch of fire ignites a shocking murder...
From the moment Flayme Jansen looked into the slumberous green eyes of the sexy cowboy from Rimrock, Montana, she knew she was in trouble. But she'd never been in his kind of trouble: being taken into custody and placed in a witness protection program for national security.
Duel Remington has a job to do and no matter how difficult the feisty redhead makes it, he's determined to protect her. Even if it means facing long cold nights handcuffed to the woman whose life he's trying to save.
In the dead of winter... One man. One woman. One assassin. All are Playing for Keeps!
His eyes sparkled with amusement. “You have no choice, doll baby. If something happens to me, you’ll need to be able to defend yourself.”
“With a bow and arrows? I’m not Geronimo.”
“Damn good thing, because I wanna kiss you.” Duel dragged her to her feet and tilted her face to meet his. “Him? Not so much.”
Flayme locked her arms around his neck, and glided her fingers through his dark hair. He crushed her mouth beneath his, nudging her lips apart so he could slip his wicked tongue inside. His lips owned hers. His tongue swept inside, seeking hers, plundering and robbing her of her breath. The sparks he’d ignited in the night burst into a raging fire. The hunger between them spread hot and fierce.
She fumbled with his shirt, yanking it out of his jeans, then cursed when she realized she couldn’t pull it over his head because he had that damn leather jacket on. He laughed and shrugged out of the coat. His fingers trembled against her ribs as he tore her shirt over her head and tossed it aside. He toyed with the front clasp of her nude-colored bra.
For a moment, he buried his face between her cleavages and inhaled deeply. “You smell like honeysuckle.”
“Shower gel,” she whispered.
“It’s my favorite scent.”
“Yes.” His warm breaths against her breasts were as unsteady as his fingers had been. Slowly, he lifted his face to hers. His chest rose and fell in ragged bursts. “If we do this,” he said, “there’s no going back. We can’t undo—”
“Shut up and kiss me,” she ordered. “We’ll worry about the consequences later.”
Flayme wasn’t sure how or when they ended back up in the great room, but there they were, in front of the fireplace, the soft glow of the gas logs creating a sense of privacy and romance. She hid an inner smile. He didn’t know it yet, but the man had been wooing her since the first moment he opened his eyes back in D.C. and kissed her in that little alcove.
Maybe she wasn’t his Nicole, but he didn’t seem to notice that, and she was fighting for the man she wanted, loved—whatever it took, she thought, whatever it took, she was willing to sacrifice.
Duel lowered her to the thick bear rug spread before the low burning fire. He stood looking down at her and she thought she’d never seen a more sexual animal than Duel Remington. As he removed his belt, boots, and socks, he watched her, his lids heavy, his breathing ragged.
When he slid off his jeans and briefs, her breath caught at the sight of his jutting penis. “You’re perfect,” she breathed.
He smiled. “Don’t know ‘bout that, doll baby, but let’s see how perfect we fit together. Shall we?”
“Oh, yes,” she said, gasping, and lifted her hips so he could slide her jeans and the nude silk thong down her legs. With every new inch of skin he revealed, he pressed a kiss along the way until he reached the tips of her toes. Slowly and with exquisite torture, he trailed kisses back up the length of her body until he reached the nest of tight, red curls.
Flayme gasped and clenched her fists. This was heaven. He teased her clit with his fingertip light strokes that maddened her. He licked a path along her inner thigh, before settling between her thighs and dragging his tongue along her clit. There, he toyed and teased, licked and sucked until she screamed with multiple explosive climaxes.
He stabbed the inner tissue, tasting and licking until she thought she’d die of pleasure. Slowly, he lifted his head, his eyes blazing with passion and need.
“My turn,” she whispered.
“No,” he shook his head. “It’s been a long time for me. I need to be inside you,” he choked. “I need to feel your heat surrounding me.”
“Then take me, cowboy. I’m yours, today and for always.”
He came down on top of her, nudging her knees apart. One hand closed around his cock and he guided it to her opening. Flayme rose to meet the head of his penis as it entered her. In one smooth thrust, Duel pushed inside her.
Flayme bit her lip to keep from crying out at his possession. She fisted her hands on his back and ignored the stinging pain. He hesitated, but she couldn’t bring herself to look him in the eye. It was too late to change her mind anyway. He was buried deep inside her and at the moment, she hurt. She swallowed her tears and smothered the moan rising to her throat.
“Flayme,” he whispered. “God…”
“Just love me.” She cupped the sides of his face. “Make this last a lifetime.”
He swallowed hard. “Flayme…I…”
“Shhh. Don’t say anything.” Tears tracked the corners of her eyes and she knew from the set look on his face, that yes, he’d make it last a lifetime, but he’d never touch her again.