Something Wicked: HarperImpulse Romantic Suspense Read Free Page B

and sent the white ball sailing. She clinked one into the middle pocket, then three more she hadn’t even touched flew into other pockets, one after the other.
    “How the hell did you do that?”
    She held up her cue and blew the tip. “Guess I’m just better at this than you.”
    Something weird was going on here, but hell, that was okay. She wore amusement well. It lit up her face and looked damn attractive on her. He leaned closer. “Still your turn.”
    She moved around him to find her next position. He waited until she had leaned down with her cue arranged to follow. He curved over her, resting his hands on the table edge on each side of her, and breathed in the intoxicating scent of strawberries. Mmm. Nice.
    Her back lifted slightly, pressing against his chest. “What do you think you’re doing?”
    He nuzzled his mouth close to her ear. “Making sure you don’t cheat. Got a problem with that?”
    Judging by the way she wiggled her backside against him, he didn’t think so. “You’re in my way.”
    He eased up, but didn’t move away completely. He left his right hand resting on the spot above her belt.
    She pulled her elbow back, slowly, and sank two more balls. He thought she did, anyway. He wasn’t really paying attention to the table anymore. His mind was distracted by the strip of bare skin his fingers had discovered between her jeans and shirt. Smooth, silky smooth. And hot, so hot to the touch.
    She turned her head back to glance at his hand before lifting her gaze to his. “Well go on, then. Keep fondling me. I’m still gonna win despite your little distractions.”
    “Oh, really?”
    “Yep.”
    And then she sank the eight ball.
    Game over.
    He liked this woman, liked that she gave him a lil bit of hell. “Where are you staying?”
    Straightening, she curled both hands around her cue and considered him. “Why?”
    “Cause I’d like to know where I’ll be spending the night.”
    She laughed. “Presumptuous, aren’t we?”
    “Mmm-hmmm. And cocky too.”
    “No kidding.”
    He couldn’t resist touching the strip of skin still visible between her belt and shirt. Her breath hitched at the contact, so he knew she wasn’t as unaffected as she played. “I live just around the corner. We could be there in less than ten minutes.”
    She said nothing for so long, he started to think he’d overshot this one. Handing him her cue, she arched a brow. “My hotel sounds closer.”
    They made it there in eight, and if his steps slowed a little when he realized she was leading him to the Lodge Alley Inn, she either didn’t notice or didn’t care.
    Too weird.
    His place was on the next street over.
    But he kept his mouth quiet about the irony of her stay and put it to better use, nibbling her earlobe as she struggled to open the door to her room. He liked hearing her breathing quicken and turn raspy as his hands had fun, too, sliding around and beneath the hem of her t-shirt. He trailed his fingers along the silky smooth skin of her stomach as he pressed his front against her backside. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d wanted a woman this much.
    Pushing inside, she didn’t turn on the lights, just pulled him in after her, reaching up to devour his mouth like a woman starved for kisses. Man, she was hot.
    She tore away from him. “Bed is upstairs.” She toed off her shoes and hurried up the spiral staircase inside the entryway of her room. He was right behind her.
    ***
    Dylan must have fallen asleep because the alarm clock read three o’clock when a sound awoke him from a pleasant dream hours later. Alexandra grumbled and snuggled deeper into the sheets as he maneuvered his way to the end of the bed and found his phone.
    Speaking quietly, he answered, “Collins.”
    “Sorry to interrupt your beauty sleep, but we’ve got another one,” his partner’s voice was brisk. “Same calling card as the one last month. Pretty sure we’ve officially got a serial on our hands.”
    Dylan swore