Richard Castle - Naked heat

"Yeah, me too."

"Liar."

Rook reflected on what he had unearthed about Petar's smuggling and his jail time, but instead he looked at her and smiled. "I dunno. Seemed like an OK guy."

"Pants on fire," she said as she moved into the living room.

"Hey, where are you going? I was just about to make my move."

She settled onto the couch and said, "You make your move onto that keyboard. Let's hear some clicking over there, Mr. Rook. I want all the Nikki Heats off the newsstands now."

He typed a bit and then said, "You don't feel neglected?"

"No, you go on, I'll just be reading."

"Anything good?"

"Hm," she said, "it's all right, I suppose. Something called Her Endless Knight." Rook was already up and out of his chair on his way to her before she could add, "By Victoria St. Clair."

"What do you mean 'It's all right'? That's quality fiction, professionally written."

He sat beside her and she opened to a page, reciting, " 'Her need for him was met in the sanctuary of his long arms and broad shoulders as he enveloped her in the coach.' " She set the book on her lap. "Not terrible."

"I can do better on the next one," Rook said. "All I need is a little inspiration."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah."

Heat put the book on the floor and drew him on top of her, letting herself fall backward onto the couch. Rook kissed her and she rose to him. They tasted each other passionately and deeply. As he began to explore her with his hands, Nikki gave him a simmering look and said, "Go ahead. Rip my bodice."