If You Know Her: A Novel of Romantic Suspense

think …”
    “No nightmares, Nia,” he whispered, pressing his mouth to hers.
    She groaned, tasting herself in his kiss. “I’m tired.”
    “You won’t be for long.”
    One finger pushed inside her and she cried out, the sensation almost painful. His mouth rubbed against hers, his lips soothing, almost gentle. Curling an arm around his neck, she shuddered under his touch. His hands—damn it, those hands of his. As he stroked a finger in, then out, her heart skittered a beat, proving already that she wasn’t too tired.
    His lips skimmed across her cheek and he teased, “Too tired, Nia?”
    “Apparently you bring out the worst in me.” She whimpered as he used his thumb to tease her clit.
    “The worst … hell, if this is your worst, don’t show your best. It will kill me.” He pressed a hot, opened-mouth kiss to the side of her neck before lifting his head and staring down at her.
    The look on his face made her heart ache. Something tender, hot, and wild … a little bit possessive and protective, too; all of it, it added up to something that made her ache in a way she’d never ached before.
    “You’re driving me crazy, Law.” Lifting a hand to his cheek, she tugged him close, pressed her mouth to his.
    “I plan on doing it for the rest of the night … be warned.”
    She sighed, even her body clenched, just thinking about an entire night of this sort of torment. “Not exactly the kind of crazy I was talking about, baby.”
    “No?” He peered into her eyes, brushed the back of his hand down her cheek. “What kind of crazy we talking about?”
    She just shook her head. She wasn’t ready to discuss the emotional upheaval she felt when she looked at him sometimes. Not yet. Pushing against his shoulders, she said, “Roll over. I think if we’re playing a game of
chase the nightmares away
, I get to take a turn on top.”
    “Oh, please.” He gave her a wicked smile. “Be on top. Be the top whenever you want.”
    He caught her around the waist and rolled, pulling her atop him, settling with her astride his lap, his denim-clad legs rubbing against her naked thighs. “Okay, Nia … you’re on top … now what?” he asked, his hands stroking up and down her waist.
    With a look of mock submission on his face, he laid there, staring up at her.
    She stared down at him, her hands resting on his shoulders. Smiling, she caught his hands and lifted them, stretching them up overhead. “Somehow, I don’t see you getting into the submissive mindset.”
    “Depends on who’s in charge.” He arched his hips against hers, his lids drooping down to half-mast. “If you promise to walk around in black leather, I just might be all over the idea of playing at the submissive. Can I buy you some black leather, Nia?”
    She chuckled. “No. I’m not much for the
Mother May I
thing, sugar.”
    “Oh, trust me. I’m not thinking of my mother.”
    Laughing, she rubbed her mouth lightly over his. “Okay … not much for the
mistress
bit, either.” Stretching out over him, she curled one arm around his neck and whispered, “Still, I don’t mind taking charge. Open your mouth for me, Law … I want to kiss you. I want to make you as mindless as you make me.”
    You already do
, he thought, his thoughts buzzing.
    As her tongue rubbed against his, her hands stroked down his sides, light gentle touches—butterfly touches—that shouldn’t have been able to drive him that insane. But each one, the brush of a fingertip across his nipple, the scrape of her nails over his belly, had his heart racing harder, his breath all but burning in his lungs.
    When she reached the button of his jeans, his hips jerked and he squeezed his eyes closed, hoped he wouldn’t make a fool of himself and lose it the second she touched him. He hadn’t done anything like that in ages, not since high school, but Nia shattered his control like nothing else.
    Nia shattered
him
.
    She sat up, shifting her weight off to the side and although he hated not having her that close, when she moved away, it wasn’t a bad thing—he thought. He could cool down, have a few seconds to compose himself … but then she shifted lower. Not just reaching for the button of his jeans, either.
    Oh, she did that—freeing the button, lowering the zipper, and then, oh sweet hell—Law’s eyes crossed as she bent over and took the head of his cock in her mouth, sucking him deep. She wasn’t at all hesitant with it, either. She took him in