Jill Monroe - Hitting the Mark

And then suddenly she was in his arms and his lips were on hers. This was no awkward, first-date-where-do-you-put-your-nose kind of kiss. Eric knew where to put his nose. And his hands. And everything else.

His lips moved along hers slowly. Softly. She’d expected hard, but this, this lightness was amazing. It was driving her crazy.

Her breath caught. His fingers sank into her hair, drawing her closer. His lips firmed, the kiss deepened. His fingers drifted, fanning against her cheek, caressing her.

If she didn’t believe in a kiss bringing good luck, she surely would now. She planned to get lucky very soon. Her skin turned sensitive, her nipples tight and aching and every cell in her body chanted more, more, more.

All this, and he hadn’t even gotten to the good stuff yet. And she sensed Eric had a lot of the good stuff. Mega-chocolate-peanut-butter-swirl-with-nuts-and-marshmallows good stuff.

“You’re right, Danni. That arch is something else,” he said, his lips lightly tracing along her forehead.

She smiled, not so much from his words, but from the rugged sensuality in Eric’s voice that told her he wanted her.

And that’s when she got nervous.

Damn. Now he had the power again. She’d never felt so interested in anyone before. That was bad. Very bad.

She could throw caution to the wind. After all, for generations people had gambled in this city whether in the silver mining fields, or the casino. One thing she’d learned was to always go after the sure thing, and Eric Reynolds was not that. The odds were against they’d even make it past date two. They were totally different. They probably wanted totally different things.

It would never work out.

That’s when she reached for his chin, drew his lips down to hers and kissed him hard. In the end, she was a gambler.

Although she’d initiated the kiss, Eric quickly took over, backing her into one of the shadowed areas. His tongue swept into her mouth, and she met him kiss for kiss. He tasted faintly of chocolate and peanut butter, and yummy, yummy man. He pulled her to him, his strong arms holding her against the hardness of his chest. His fingers stroked down her arms, finding her hands and placing them around his neck.

He wanted her to touch him. Triumph made her fingers bold. He’d been checking out her backside as they bowled. She hadn’t been the only one. Her hands made a winding trail down his shoulders, under his arms and along his spine.

Then she grabbed his ass. There was that gambler side of her again.

With a groan, he broke off the kiss. He rested his forehead against hers, his breathing harsh. “You know, I thought it was bad luck when I forgot my dryer sheets.”

“And then you had to deal with me.”

“That’s when my luck changed.”

“I thought you didn’t believe in luck.”

“Guess that arch made me a believer. I haven’t made out in public since I was in high school,” he said, his voice traced with humor and disbelief.

“Glad to see I have a naughty influence on you.” Leading someone to a life of sex beat a life of crime any day.

“You wouldn’t believe.” He paused for a moment, as if deciding what to do next. Taking a deep, almost resigned sounding breath, he reached for her hand. “Come on, let’s see how our luck holds out in the casino.”

The smile left her face. “No, that’s okay. We don’t have to go in there.”

“I know for a fact you’re great with a bet. I’m a wizard with the comps in this place. Let’s go.”

If it weren’t for that mind-numbing kiss, she’d be able to come up with a much better excuse much quicker. But she couldn’t step one foot onto that casino floor. It would be all over then. He’d know about her past, and she wasn’t ready for that. “No, you shouldn’t waste your comps on me.”

“I’m teasing. This is where I work.”

She stopped. “You work here? At the casino?”

A confused line appeared between his brows as he nodded. “I just started. Is that a problem?”

“I guess I thought it was computers or something.”

“I’m head of security.”

And that’s when Danni hightailed it right out of there.

“SO I LEFT HIM on the street. He was there calling my name. Can you believe it?”

If Cassie thought it strange to have Danni knocking on her door after midnight, she didn’t show it. Now the two of them sat on the couch waiting for the coffee to percolate. Cassie didn’t believe in instant. Or the microwave.

“He almost caught up with me, too, until that cab stopped. Eric even tried to open the door. I never realized how hard it is to flag down a taxi. It was the third one I found.”

“Has it occurred to you that being concerned about the person is the normal reaction when that someone you’ve just lip-locked with flees into the night?”

Danni gave a shudder. Security. The word had actually come out of his mouth. “You know, I should have figured it out. He dropped so many clues. He even checked my door to make sure it was locked. How creepy is that?”

Cassie pushed her reading glasses up higher on her nose. “Maybe he wanted to make sure you wouldn’t get robbed. Some women might call it thoughtful. Gallant.”

“You should have heard him say security. Like he was proud of it.”

Cassie shook her head. “What are you talking about? Of course he’s proud of it. Most people don’t have a deep-seated distrust of law enforcement the way you do.”

“Boy, I sure know how to pick ’em. Head of security, no less.”

“Wow, you didn’t mention that part. He must be pretty good to be head of security at a major casino.”

Eric Reynolds was pretty good at kissing, too. And at touching.

The coffee on the stove began to bubble, so Cassie hopped off the couch. After pulling down two mugs out of the cabinet, she poured Danni and herself a cup each. Cassie was the only person, other than law enforcement and her father, who knew Danni’s whole story.

For some reason her best friend seemed to be defending Eric. “He should have admitted he worked in security right from the beginning.”

“Danni, would you listen to yourself? You’re not even rational. I guarantee you that Eric probably never put ‘his job’ and ‘admitting’ in the same category. They don’t go together.”

Danni just shrugged.

“You like this guy. A lot. What’s more, it seems he likes you a lot, too. The only thing that’s holding you up is your past. Have you thought that maybe you’re using the past as some sort of artificial barrier between you, so you can maintain your feeling of security?”

Danni made the “T” sign with her hands. “Whoa, time out, sister. I hate it when you get all counsely on me. And can we stop saying the word security?”

“Then try you’re a woman, he’s a man. You both want to hook up. Forget everything else and hook up.”

“It’s not that easy. Nothing can happen between us.” And yeah, it blew because she liked him, he turned her on like no other. That kiss…

“Something can happen between you. You’ve paid your debt to society. You’re not breaking the law. In fact, you’re a tax-paying citizen working to make a contribution to the world.”

She did pay her taxes now. Weird but true.

Could Cassie be right? Hope surfaced, and Danni had a hard time batting it away. She wouldn’t admit to being irrational, but she was quick to make assumptions.

“You told him at the coffee shop that you wouldn’t stand for any game playing. I think you should stick to your own rule. Call him tomorrow and tell him the truth.”

“I hate the truth,” Danni said in a grumble.

“Tomorrow you can come over after you talk to him and we can chat about it all night.”