Before I end this series however, I'm leaving you with the final installment in my Defender's of Love series...Keegan James finally gets his girl...but not before she tries to arrest him...
He’s running away from a broken heart…
For Keegan James, his career meant everything. Until he let his heart get in the way of his good sense. Oh, she was thinking about the future too—with another man. So, he did what any jilted lover would do and left the FBI to move to the beach to join the Border Patrol. He bought an old farm in need of a ton of work—or a total tear down. Unfortunately for him, the entire property is under investigation by the DEA for drug trafficking and the agent on the case thinks he’s involved. What’s worse? She’s smart, sex and good with a gun.
Falling for those deep blue eyes could ruin her career…
Nikki Swenson has had to prove herself every step of the way to get where she is. After months of investigation, dedication, and surveillance, she’s about to break the biggest case of her career and possibly arrest the sexiest man she’d ever met. But things are not always as they seem. Will one tiny detail totally derail Nikki’s carefully constructed case?
Since it's the last week of summer, I figured I'd raise the temperature just a little bit with this week's excerpt...
"I've got your towel," he called through the space between the door and the frame.
"Can you come in and put it on the counter for me please?"
Clearing his suddenly clogged throat, Keegan pushed the door open and stepped into the unexpectedly large bathroom. He intended to just toss the towel to the counter and hightail it out of there but the smooth glass of the shower, coated with steam, stopped him in his tracks. Despite the fogged over shower door, he could make out the definite outline of Nikki. She had her arms up over her head, massaging grapefruit smelling suds into her thick hair. The position accentuated the shadowy curve of her breasts and hips making his mouth go dry.
"Keegan? Can you leave it on the counter?" Nikki called, her back now to him.
"Yes," he croaked out over the lump that had formed in his throat.
Nikki jumped at the sound of his voice, dropping the bottle she held with a loud crash. "You scared me."
"Sorry. My brother always said my ability to sneak up on him was a mad ninja skill."
Nikki laughed. He watched as she leaned her
head back into the steady stream of water and worked her finger tips through the wet strands of thick, dark hair wishing those were his fingers.
"I guess it’s a skill that served you well in the FBI."
"I suppose." It used to drive Margot crazy that she never knew when he was approaching.
"I like surprises."
Damn. The way she said that made Keegan want to tear of his clothes and show her all of his secret talents. Why the hell not? His fingers went to the hem of his shirt when the water in the shower suddenly shut off. He was halfway out of it when Nikki cracked the shower door open, letting out a squeal when she saw him. Keegan froze.
"What are you doing?"
"Um, it was hot in here?"
Nikki smiled, a small knowing smile lacking the shock and annoyance he had expected. "Hand me the towel."
Keegan did as he was told, his eyes never leaving hers. The steam was beginning to dissipate enough that he could start to make out few details of the shadow that had been her body a few seconds ago. His self-control was dissipating at the same rate.
Nikki pulled the towel into the shower and
wrapped it around herself. He knew this because he watched every movement through the still opaque glass, his feet rooted to the tile beneath them. A memory of Margot doing the same thing passed through his mind but there was nothing sexy about it the way there was with Nikki. For the first time ever, he was beginning to think his entire relationship with Margot had been a mistake of epic proportions.
Yeah, but if he hadn’t been through the hell with his ex, he never would have quit the agency and most definitely wouldn't be standing there in Nikki's bathroom right then.
She pushed open the door, knocking him in the knee cap with the beveled edge. White hot pain shot through his leg in both directions dropping him to the tiles.
"Oh Keegan! I'm so sorry! Are you all right?" Nikki leaned over him, clutching the towel closed.
He looked up and straight down into the gaping towel between two smooth, creamy breasts and let out a groan.
"I did hurt you!"
Oh, she hurt him all right, just not in the way she thought. A certain other part throbbed a hell of a lot more than his knee did.
"I'm fine," he ground out between clenched teeth as he pulled himself upright using the
Nikki used her free hand to help him. At least she thought she was helping. What really happened was his gut clenched with an overwhelming desire to feel her still damp skin pressed up against his. As he struggled to maintain his composure, Nikki turned him to face her, concern darkening her eyes.
"Are you sure you're okay?"
He shook his head. "No. No, I am not sure."
Without thinking through his actions, Keegan put his hands on Nikki's shoulders. Oh my God, her skin was softer than it looked. In one swift motion he backed her into the shower pressing her body against the slick tiles. Moving his hands to the wall on either side of her head, he crushed his lips to hers. No more dancing around each other. No more teasing and flirting. No more arguing and no more Margot
taunting him from the depths of his mind. He knew what she tasted like and he needed more. So much more. He was like an addict that carried his drug around to torture himself. That ended now. Being with Nikki all night, watching her fall into the icy water, feeling her cold, wet body shake so violently—it had shredded his soul in a way even his ex hadn’t
done. To hell with waiting until the case was over. She knew he wasn't involved and that was
enough for him.
Nikki quickly melded her body to his, her arms sliding up and around his neck as she parted her lips to his insistence. The only thing that held her towel closed was the pressure between them. Keegan was torn between not wanting to ever let her go and stepping away just to see what that piece of cotton hid from him.
He slid one hand slowly on the tile until his fingers touched her cheek. Trailing the now wet tips along her jawline, down her neck and on to her bare shoulder, Keegan moaned deep in his throat. Nikki responded by deepening the kiss and pressing herself more tightly against him. So much for letting the towel drop. He wouldn't break the contact between them now for all the money in the bank.
He let his fingers dance a little toward the top of her breast. This time the moan came from Nikki who lowered her hands from where they had been threaded in his hair to the waist of his jeans. She tugged his shirt out and slipped her hands up under the material. His skin burned at her touch setting every inch of him on fire. Grasping the towel she wore with both hands, he yanked it down between them, letting it fall to the shower floor.
Not breaking their kiss, Nikki started
frantically working the buttons on his shirt.
Keegan loved a woman who wasn't shy about what she wanted but he was as impatient as she was so he stepped back a little, reluctantly separating their lips so he could pull the offending clothing off letting it hang over the shower wall. In the process he caught a full glance of what had been hidden from him before and sucked in a breath.
"No talking," Nikki command as she pulled his lips back to hers. She didn’t wait for him to deepen it either, rather demanded entrance to his mouth which he readily gave her. Nikki's approach was refreshing and hot as hell.
His hands roamed everywhere they could reach, memorizing the contours of her hips, her waist and the firmness of her abdomen. He had just discovered the heaven that was her perfectly sized breasts when a loud voice boomed through the house.
"Oh, shit! It's Henry!" Nikki pushed him away reaching for her towel. "You have to get out of here."
"Your boss has a key to your house?" he asked with disbelief. "You sure there isn't