
Honey Trap by Alexis Fleming
Publisher: Ellora’s Cave Publishing
ISBN: 9781419925269
Release Date: 6th November 09
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BLURB:
Going Down Under
Seductive scents…torrid suspense…
For Australian scientist Kyla Harris, danger is not her middle name, but when she invents a cologne that acts as an aphrodisiac, she becomes embroiled in a CIA case. Sexy American agent Logan Matthews is assigned as her bodyguard when someone tries to steal her sensual formula. Kyla finally has the edge in the war of the sexes and Logan Matthews is her target. A little fun in bed…on the desk…in the Aussie bush—what better way to test her cologne?
It’s just a shame Logan’s only reacting because of the formula…or is he?
EXCERPT:
He stopped on the threshold. The breath exploded from his chest in a loud whoosh, as if someone had landed a solid punch to his gut. He gasped, the sound a raspy wheeze in the quiet of the room. His knees weakened and he had to clutch at the doorframe to stop himself sliding onto the floor.
Flippin’ hell, I’ve died and gone to Heaven.
Okay, so much for professionalism. His lower body tightened with need. His cock stood up and waved its little head to let him know that it was happy with the way things were panning out. Logan dragged in a shaky breath and took a second look at the vision laid out before him.
He’d checked the bedroom out earlier. The homestead was old, built around the turn of the century, and the décor reflected that. Old colonial at its best. The walls of the room were tongue-in-groove timber painted a soft eggshell color with a polished timber picture rail set about three feet from the ceiling. The polished timber floors gleamed in what little light the bedside lamp shed. Two thick rugs, one beside the bed and the other flush with the French doors, broke up the area that wasn’t taken up with antique furniture. He could appreciate the fine workmanship of the stained dressing table and matching bedside tables, but it was the brass bed and what—or who—it contained that drew his eye.
Kyla lay on her side, one leg drawn up, the covers tossed to the end of the bed. One hand rested palm-up on the white sheet. The other cradled her cheek. He’d seen kids sleep in the same position, but there was nothing childlike about the rest of the picture. Her nightie, stark white but thin enough he could just see the outline of her body through the fabric, had ridden up. It hugged her waist and offered him a tantalizing view of her hips and the itty-bitty scarlet panties she had on. To complete the picture, red-blonde hair framed her face and spread out over the pillow.
How in the name of all that was holy was he supposed to get into that bed and keep his hands to himself? Maybe he should join the guys in Lisa’s room. He groaned. That wasn’t the answer either. He was supposed to protect Kyla and no way could he do that from another part of the house.
“Professionalism, bud, professionalism,” he muttered. “You’re a big boy. You can do this.”
With a fatalistic sigh, he pulled his handgun from the back waistband of his jeans and slipped it under the free pillow. Then he stripped to his boxer shorts and turned the lamp right down until just a soft sparkle around the bulb remained. He slid in beside Kyla, hugging the very edge of the mattress.
Every muscle was tense. Including the one between his legs. His cock was so damned hard it was a wonder he hadn’t done himself an injury when he’d wrenched off his jeans. Damn thing had a mind of its own and no amount of disciplining on his part was about to make it stand at ease and go back to sleep.
He let out a soft huff of laughter. Christ, now he was thinking about his cock as if it were alive. A separate entity, divorced from the rest of his body. Damn, he had to get over this or he’d get no rest. He slid over a little on the bed, just enough that he could get comfortable. Expelling a deep breath, he closed his eyes and consciously willed his body to relax.
Before he could achieve any degree of success, he felt Kyla move. His eyes snapped open, but he didn’t dare turn his head toward her. One look and he’d be lost.
She rolled over and plastered herself to his side. She flung her arm across his chest and rested one leg over his thigh. Her nightie still twisted about her waist because the bare skin of her belly branded his hip. She slid her leg closer to his erection and angled her hips to press against him.
Then she started to move. Lithe undulations that drove him crazy. Made the blood surge through his body and the breath snag in his chest. With every tilt of her hips, she ground her pussy on his hip and brushed her knee against his cock. A breathy sound rumbled from her throat. With her breasts pressed to his chest, it vibrated through him and drove him to answer with a hungry growl.
He lifted his head to stare into her face. She had her eyes closed but a sexy smile tilted her lips. Either she was caught up in an erotic dream with him in the starring role, or she wasn’t asleep as he’d thought.
“Um, Kyla?” Heat seared him when she answered by rolling her body so more of her weight rested on him. He struggled to keep his hips still when she slipped her leg between his and proceeded to ride his thigh. “Kyla, you awake?” Please, please, let her be awake.
“Hmm?”
He grasped her hips and tried to stop her movements. Only problem was that left her straddling his thigh, her pussy pressed hard against the muscle. The muscle that jumped as nerve endings reacted to the dampness of her panties. Shit, she was as aroused as he was.
“Kyla, you know what you’re doing?”
“Oh, yeah, my momma didn’t raise no dummies.” Despite his hold on her hips, she managed to drag her damp pussy against him again.
Logan groaned, loud and long. His hands slid a little farther around her hips. Fingers dug into the fleshy cheeks of her ass. “Um, maybe you should think about this first. I’m supposed to be your bodyguard.”
“Ooh, please guard my body.” She released a soft chuckle. “Anyway, I’m done thinking. Now I’m experimenting.”
“Huh? What—”
“Well, you do want to know if this perfume works, don’t you? Let’s see if it affected you.” She arched her hips and rubbed her pussy against him again. “And I’m thinking it’s time we got beyond this dry humping stage. It’s a turn-on but hardly satisfying.”
Logan gulped. “So you’re just using me?”
“You bet your buns I am. You complaining?”
He let out a strangled chuckle. “Not likely.”
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