If You Know Her: A Novel of Romantic Suspense

barely managed not to whimper like a baby as she arched her hips against him.
    “A pretty lady wants me to take her to her hotel,” Law said after he took a moment and swallowed, hoping he could talk without his voice cracking. “Who am I to argue?”
    From the corner of his eye, he saw Leon watching the whole thing with a look of amusement on his face.
    Then Nia slanted her mouth over his and Law forgot where he was. Who he was.
    Oh, shit.
    Her lips parted against his, her tongue slid across his lower lip and without waiting a beat, she pushed inside his mouth. There was no hesitation in her kiss, nothing shy or slow … nothing but a determined, sexy woman and he was all but helpless to resist.
    Helpless—
    Fuck it, Law, she’s plastered—
    He told himself that. Twice.
    Then he reminded himself why she was here—why she’d come to town.
    And just when he thought he was going to totally lose control, she pulled away and settled back to look at him with a smile. “Come on, then.”
    Without saying anything else, she pulled away and sauntered out of the Grill.
    Law clenched his hands into fists, digging the ridged surface of her keys into the palm of his left hand—hoping the pain might clear his mind a little.
    “You
are
just planning on getting her to the hotel, right?”
    Shooting Leon a dark look, he snarled, “Yes. I’m not a total asshole.”
    “Nah. I know that. But you’re a guy. And hell, I don’t know if
I
could walk away after that. Glad I ain’t you.”
    Law groaned and scrubbed a hand over his face. Shit, right then, he didn’t want to be him, either. Get her out to his car. He could handle that.
    Get her to the hotel.
    There wasn’t even much of a question
which
hotel, because they had only
one
hotel.
    Unless she meant the Inn … and somehow he doubted it. If she’d been at the Inn, she wouldn’t have bothered coming into town, because she could have gotten something to eat there, something to drink there. So she had to mean the hotel and why in the hell was he even thinking about this shit—
    Taking a deep breath, he joined her outside, telling himself he’d get her in the car, get this done, get home so he could die in peace. Or in agony, actually.
    But she met him before he even made it halfway across the sidewalk, one hand coming up to cup his neck, the other hooking in the front of his jeans. She slid her fingertips inside the waistband and Law’s eyes damned near crossed.
    Her tongue slid out, dancing in a burning pattern along his neck and he swore, all but ready to beg for mercy and then he saw his car—finally—why in the
hell
was it parked over there?
    Grabbing her wrists, he pulled her loose, liquid body away from his and nudged her across the parking lot to the car. “Get in,” he grunted.
    “Don’t wanna,” she whispered, staring at him from under her lashes.
    Her eyes … they burned like molten gold as she stared at him in the dim light. Her tongue came out, slicking along her lower lip.
    Law could have gone to his knees.
    “Too far to walk to the hotel, sugar,” he said, trying to keep his voice even. He sounded a little hoarse, maybe, but not bad. Good—he could do this. He could.
    “Hmm. Hotel. That’s a good reason.” Then she slid up against him, pressed that body against his, all long and lean and lush.
    He couldn’t do this—
    Swearing, he fisted a hand in her short hair, yanked her head back and slanted his mouth over hers. She opened for him, humming with delight and Law was cursing himself even as he gorged on her taste. Fuck, she was sweet—hot, sweet, and perfect. And drunk … had to remember that, had to …
    Her tongue slid against his and she slid her hands under his shirt, skimmed them up his sides, then down. But then she reached between his legs, palmed him through his jeans, and Law groaned.
    It took more strength than he thought he had to tear himself away from her.
    “Car,” he snarled, putting two feet between them. Then three. “Damn it, get in the fucking car.”
    She laughed. It was low, husky, and all too seductive. “Awww … you’re no fun.”
    “Get in the car, Nia,” he snapped.
Damn it, before I do something you’ll hate me for—before I do something
I’ll
hate me for
. She’d leave Ash sooner or later, and he’d never see her again, but damn it, he had to live with himself and he didn’t want to take advantage of a drunken woman who was going through hell.
    She smirked. “Fine. It’s not