Sky's Lark Read Free

of intelligence and interest raked over her body, taking in every inch of her. A heavy frame held more than enough muscles to get the job done, but they weren't too bulky like men who spend hours at the gym each day to do nothing but increase and form their body. No, he reminded her more of an athlete, a strong man, familiar with his body and abilities, who kept in shape with hard work. He could easily be a cowboy off the range or a bull rider with his easygoing appearance, maybe even a coach or a baseball player.
    Unfortunately, appearances often deceived, and a confrontation was the last thing she needed after a night of being felt up all in the line of duty.
    Talk about a scene from a snore-worthy horror flick. Big bad guy steps out of shadows, confronts girl, promises freedom if she just cooperates, she does, he drags her away, and she becomes another zombie to walk the streets at night. Or maybe he turns her into a vampire. Same difference in her book.
    Just what she needed tonight. Not. With a bored sigh, she moved forward, determined to ignore the guy.
    He moved quickly, faster than she would have imagined. One second he lazily crossed his arms across his chest, standing a good distance away, the next he wrapped a hand around her wrist, holding her with very little effort on his part. "Now, that's no way to be."
    She wiggled and shoved, which only made him wrap both arms around her and mold her against his honed body. Damn. From what she felt, he didn't possess much body fat, only sheer lean muscle, six-pack abs, and a bulge lower down that could prove to be even better than the rest of him.
    You're being assaulted and all you can think of is how yummy he is? Reason rushed back into her brain, as did anger. She'd had more than enough manhandling for one night and refused to accept any more.
    "Listen, pal, let me go." Perhaps he would be rational.
    He grinned down at her, not devious or scary, more like a country boy with seduction on his mind. "For a kiss."
    She rolled her eyes. "No way. Besides, you're assaulting a federal agent. Not smart."
    His head tilted as if he were perplexed.
    "I'm DEA, you lump on a frog. So, let me go and we'll forget this whole thing happened."
    His mouth opened, but no words came out. Instead, he stared down at her with those dark eyes before easing his hold a bit. "Come on. Play nice. Just one kiss."
    Lark contemplated the various martial arts moves she could use to break from his grasp, earn her release, and use him as a tension-releasing punching bag. She could disable him in seconds, temporarily or permanently, depending upon which means she chose.
    "One kiss and you'll be free. Promise," he whispered against her ear, sending little shivers coursing through her body.
    The response confused her. Here she stood in a stranger's arms, literally being bullied into kissing the heathen in order to gain her release. After tolerating a night of the worst of mankind's attentions, it only made sense she would knock this Neanderthal to the ground, kick him in the kidneys, and get to the highly anticipated shower. She despised playing the damsel-in-distress role and would much prefer to serve the big lug up for supper. Instead, she was still and complacent, not even putting forth a simple struggle in bid for release, looking into his eyes, and wondering what those full lips would feel like against hers.
    "Fine, cowboy. Get this over with. I'm tired and it's been a long, hard night." She put forth all the disdain and malice she could muster into her voice, realizing with a grimace that it also carried a nearly breathless component, producing the slightest subtle hint that she actually wanted this. I've lost my ever-loving mind. That or my ass is so frozen no blood gets to my pea-sized brain.
    She prepared a show of force, gearing up to put the lout in his place after messing with the wrong woman. Instead of the hard meeting of flesh she expected, he took his sweet time, meshing his lips over hers,