Jupiter Point Hotshots Box Set

Chapter 9-1

9

As he drove back to the base, he got a text from Josh. “TROUBLE. Going for a run. Make wise choices.”

Ah, hell. Was he ever going to get a moment’s peace in this town?

An unfamiliar white car was parked in the visitor lot. A cute little Jetta—girl car. How much trouble could that mean?

He strode into the reception area, braced for the worst.

Evie spun around at the sound of his footsteps, causing him to stop in his tracks. Hot damn. She looked incredible and…different. Her hair was loose over her bare shoulders. She wore a sleeveless dress the color of pink roses.

The richness of the pink suited her. It put color in her cheeks and brought out her sexiness. Those long, tan legs…he gave a silent wolf whistle as his c**k tightened. He hoped her effect on him wasn’t too obvious.

“Welcome to the Jupiter Point Hotshots,” he said easily, shoving his hands in his pockets. Maybe that would help mask his reaction. “What can I help you with?”

She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and stared at him. He had no clue how to interpret her expression. She looked as if she was about to jump off a cliff or something.

A sudden thought struck him. “Is your mother okay? Chief Becker mentioned that she was sick. Hunter never told me, or I would have said something. She was always very sweet to me and—”

He broke off, because she was now walking toward him with an air of firm determination. “Evie?”

“Yes?”

“What are you—”

And then she was pressed against him. She stood on tiptoe and brushed her mouth against his. For a moment he stood frozen to the floor while the sweet sensation of her soft lips sent shockwaves through him.

Evie McGraw was kissing him.

This was real. And spectacular. And it might never happen again. Don’t blow it. He restrained his natural reaction, which was to haul her against him and ravage her mouth. He stood immobile, letting her take the lead. One wrong move might make her come to her senses.

She kissed him with gentle curiosity, as if she was testing something. Experimenting. Sliding her tongue across his upper lip, into his mouth. Nibbling. It felt so fresh, so new and fascinating, like the beginning of a story he hadn’t heard before. Her scent surrounded him, not just the sweet rose petal fragrance of shampoo, but the deeper, wilder scent of her.

Was that the real Evie hiding behind the cool, calm exterior?

Unable to keep his arms still any longer, he brought them around her back and stroked the sleek length of her spine. Her breath hitched. That soft sound sent blood pounding into his c**k. He moved his hips backward because he didn’t want her to feel how hard she made him. Something told him it might freak her out.

“Sean,” she whispered against his lips. “Will you do something for me?”

“Yes,” he said promptly, not caring what it was.

“Will you kiss me for real?”

His hands spanned her lower back. The urge to yank her against him was strong, so strong, but he fought it. “We are kissing, thanks to you.”

“I know we are. Believe me. But I want you to kiss me. The full-on, full-throttle, Full Monty version. Like a movie kiss.”

“A movie kiss. You got it.” He pulled her snug against him, allowing her to feel his hard-on. Hey, she had mentioned “Full Monty.” Her eyes widened in awareness. He plunged his hands into her rich fall of hair, enjoying the silky slide against his fingers. Slowly, firmly, he tilted her head back. He hovered his mouth over hers, enjoying the quickening of her breath, taking in every close-up detail of her silvery-green eyes, her long lashes, the little scar near her cheekbone.

Finally, when he couldn’t wait anymore, he swept his tongue across the seam of her lips. She opened for him eagerly. With long, deep strokes, he explored the succulent wetness of her mouth. l**t churned inside him. He imagined her full lips around his c**k, the innocent way she’d take him deep into her throat. He pictured her spread open before him, flushed with pleasure as he drove his c**k balls-deep.

Oh f**k.

He muttered words against her swollen lips, hot things off the top of his head—I want to throw you down…I want to lick your n*****s…I want to take you deep—he barely knew what he was saying. She pressed against him, her n*****s pebble-hard, the sensation sending new jolts of l**t through him.

When she pulled away, it was such a shock he actually got disoriented. He yanked his hands away from her and interlaced them behind his head. She was too tempting. He wanted to touch her too badly. “You okay?”

She stared at him, looking just as disoriented as he was. One hand came up to touch her lips. Color came and went under her creamy skin. He couldn’t read her expression—aroused, yes, that much he could figure out. But what else? Upset? Excited? Angry?

“Well,” she finally said in a breathless voice. “I guess that answers that.”

“Answers what?”

“The question I had.”

He lowered his hands and shifted his jeans so they didn’t press against his engorged c**k quite so much. “That’s pretty mysterious.”

“Sorry. You’re right. I just…I have to think about this.”

“Think about what? The fact that we just kissed in the reception area of the Jupiter Point Hotshots? By the way, I have twenty cots back there just waiting to get broken in.”

That brought a smile to her kiss-swollen lips. “That’s very romantic.”

“That’s me. One hundred percent romance. What brought you here, Evie?”

She blinked at him. “I wanted to kiss you.”

“That’s it? Mission accomplished?”

“Well, there’s…there might be something more.” She laced her fingers together. “I came here for a reason, you’re right, and…I did want to…um, propose something. Suggest something. But we should probably talk more first.”

Hot color flooded her face. God, she was adorable. He wanted to scoop her up and lick her all over, turn her boneless and happy and blissed-out.

“Okay,” he agreed. “You busy tonight?”

Her face fell, all that lovely sparkle evaporating. “I can’t tonight. I have a dinner meeting. It’s not something I want to do, but I said I would.”

Her frowned. That sounded ominous. “Who’s your meeting with?”

“I have to have dinner with Brad.”

“What?” He gripped her upper arms. “No way. You can’t do that.”

“Of course I can.” She tugged against his grasp. “I have to. It’s all arranged. I’m the current head of the business coalition and this is part of my job.”

“Then I’m going too.”

“No. That’s not a good idea.”

Even though Chief Becker had told him the exact same thing earlier in the day, Sean didn’t care.

“Please, Evie. I know what he is. You can’t trust him. I won’t get in the middle of anything. He won’t know I’m there. Just tell me where you’re going to be and I’ll sit in a car outside.”

“With binoculars and a fake mustache?”

Great, now she was making a joke out of it. His jaw tightened and he drew her a little closer. If only he could kiss some sense into her. “Whatever it takes. I saw his face when you refused to endorse him. He’s furious. You shouldn’t be alone with him.”

“He’s not violent, Sean. We live in the same town, our families are close. His father grew up with mine.”

“Weren’t all those same things true when you were fourteen? Don’t tell me he was just a kid then. He was my age, and he knew exactly what he was doing.”

She bit her lip and looked down at the floor. He felt bad, being this forceful, but in his opinion, she wasn’t taking this seriously enough.

“Fine,” she finally said, looking up. “But don’t let him see you. That might piss him off even more.”

“I won’t. I promise. Hand me your phone, I’ll put my number in. Keep it pulled up, ready to dial. I’ll be less than a minute away.”

After she drove off, Sean thought again about Chief Becker’s request. He wanted Sean to avoid Brad and Evie. Now he was going to be in the same place as both of them. At the same time.

Well, he’d always had trouble doing as he was told.