Ellora's Cave

ISBN: 9781419923821
Genre: Contemporary/BDSM
Release date: August 19th  2009
Length: Quickie
 

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Because best friends make the best lovers…

If it kills her, Kim Thomas is making a move tonight. In love with Jackson Hanley, her best friend since high school, Kim is determined to spark his attention by stepping out of her tomboy self…and making him want her.

Want her he does, and Jackson can no longer avoid the succulent little lady he catches dancing on a table—minus her shirt. A thorough paddling could just be in order… For tonight, naughty Kim is going to learn more about her best friend than she ever bargained for.

Jackson felt his heart shut down. His world squeak to a jarring halt.

There she was, his little Kimmy…dancing on the table. Stripping.

Minus a shirt, in naught but a lacy gold bra that pushed up creamy white mounds, a skin-tight black skirt that clung to luscious curves and heels that accentuated the sexiest legs in existence. Her angled hips pulsed in rhythm to the music, her slim waist swung erotically as her hands waved above her head.

She stumbled a little, quickly regaining her footing, but nothing could subtract from her sensuality.

What the hell was she wearing?

What the hell was she doing?

Swaying so sensually. Showing off everything.

Kimmy? Looking like that? Acting like this? Like a slut?

Hell, he knew her—she was going to break her neck in those shoes!

Then she whirled around, bending and wagging that ass, and before he knew what he was about, Jackson burst through the crowd with no apologies for the feet he stepped on or the shoulders he slammed and grabbed her by the arm. “Jackson!” she yelped in surprise as he hauled her off the table, pulling her right from the shoes she had no business in and into his embrace. Good riddance.

“My heels!”

Worried about those but not her shirt? “Let’s go,” he growled from his deepest core. “You’re drunk.”

That had to be it. She was soused. Out of her mind. Simply needed to be put to bed—and not his.

But on very steady legs, her feet dug in. “No way. I’m not drunk and I’m not going anywhere with you.” She spat that last word like poison.

Murmurs of disappointment echoed through her audience. “Come on, man!” some idiot beckoned, and suddenly Jackson hated his friends. “Let her dance! She’s just having fun!”

“That’s right, I am!” Kimmy wrenched from his unyielding grasp, those wide, beautiful brown eyes no longer filled with innocence but glaring with seething anger. “Get used to it. You don’t want me.” Her free hand formed a fist and rammed into his chest—but Kimmy packed a helluva punch and he knew she could do better. He caught that arm too, locking it in his grasp as she spat, “Plenty of others do!”

What the hell was that supposed to mean? What, exactly, had he missed here?

“Let’s go.”

“Like hell!” Cheers took her side in the matter.

Damn her! Damn them! She’d all but created herself a mob! “Like hell you’re staying!”

She wrenched and fought his grasp as he plowed her from the room and through the nearby kitchen door, down the opposite hall. “Are you crazy? Let me go!” she screamed, and when he didn’t, she called on her crowd, “Help!”

But no one tried to stop him. In the end, everyone knew—Kimmy was his and that wasn’t something to mess with.

“Stop!”

Jackson did just that, pinning her to the wall in the dim corridor lit only by one small overhead light, just out of public view. Only then did he realize he was rock-hard, breathing heavy and jealous as spit. “What am I doing? What are you doing?” Never feeling more possessive over a woman, he flicked her silky bra strap. “What is this?”

Kimmy didn’t wear shit like this. Didn’t act like this. That’s what made her Kimmy. Made her safe.

Safe? Ha! Right about now the girl should have a warning flare wedged between those two luscious, soft breasts… Breasts she’d spent the entire day showing off and driving him mad with.

“Well?” he demanded, wrenching his mouth-watering gaze back to her face and falling head over heels into those bewitching brown eyes of hers. That sumptuous mouth.

“Um, a bra.” Angry irony laced her breathy chuckle and that heated gaze rolled upward, mocking him. “Mission accomplished, I guess…”