Page 47 of Hotter than Wildfire

Montez looked at Piet with new eyes. Fuck, the man was good.

“So I guess we’re going straight to the woman.”

“No.” Piet shook his head. “First we resuscitate the agent, make sure he’s found. Then we pay a visit to Kerry Robinson. First her agent, then her friend. We’re going to rattle Ellen Palmer’s cage and smoke her out.”

San Diego

Ellen stepped into Harry’s apartment warily. There was a completely different vibe here, now. Something had changed up at Sam and Nicole’s place. The air had become somehow supercharged.

Harry placed a huge, warm hand to the small of her back and urged her gently forward, as if she were reluctant to enter. Well, maybe she was.

She was so tense it was a miracle her muscles weren’t twanging. Her heart was pounding but she couldn’t tell why. Her limbs felt heavy, the air was thick and hot.

Harry moved slightly away from her into the room and she nearly fell forward, as if he had a huge force field around him that generated its own gravity. He was at a sideboard. “Do you want some whiskey?”

Did she? She wanted…something, that was for sure.

“Um, yeah.” Her throat was tight. Her voice was scratchy. She cleared it. “Thanks.”

The gurgle of whiskey was loud in the silence. Harry walked over holding two glasses and pressed one into her hand.

She looked up at him. How could he get more handsome by the hour? How was that possible? In the penumbra he was just magnificent, a golden god looking at her with heat in his golden eyes.

She brought the glass to her mouth and so did he, and hesitated when it was at her lips. They both hesitated. Finally, Harry put his glass down without tasting the whiskey.

“That’s not what I want,” he whispered.

Ellen set hers down too, blindly. “Me either.”

They stepped forward, both of them, and in a second, she was in his arms, which was easier for Harry than it was for her.

She wanted—oh so badly—to embrace him, but he was so tall and his shoulders so broad, it was impossible. And then it didn’t matter that she couldn’t fit her arms around him because he was kissing her and she blew up in flames.

He didn’t have any problems, though. One arm was around her waist, one big hand cradling the back of her head, covering it. It was a good thing that hand was there because her neck muscles went lax.

His mouth was eating her up, tongue stroking hers and every time their tongues met, heat flashed through her and all the muscles in her lower belly clenched, hard.

Harry lifted his head, slanted his mouth, and it was like another kiss altogether, longer, hotter.

He tasted of the wine they’d had for dinner and the chocolate mousse for dessert and sex.

He slanted his head again, lightly bit her bottom lip and she moaned.

It was as if she’d flipped a switch. Harry stiffened and tightened his arm around her and she could feel everything, his hard chest muscles, lean belly and huge, erect penis. Heat flashed everywhere in Ellen’s body. She just lit up from the inside, this small nuclear detonation that melted her insides, made her legs weak. It was entirely possible that Harry’s arm around her waist was the only thing holding her up.

So much power and heat, she instinctively wanted more of it, stepping even closer to him, feet between his, the heat becoming a furnace where their loins touched. Her tongue touched his in a silky stroke and she could feel his penis lengthen.

This time it was Harry who moaned. “Bed,” he groaned when he lifted his mouth from hers for a second and she nodded enthusiastically and pulled his head back down to her.

There was some rusty sound coming from his chest and it took her a second to identify it. Laughter. Grim Harry Bolt was laughing.

She smiled beneath his mouth.

Still kissing her and kissing her and kissing her, Harry bent at the knees and lifted her up in his arms. The stuff movie scenes are made of, but Ellen didn’t know of many men who could do it like Harry. He simply lifted her in his arms as if she were weightless and carried her away with no sense of strain at all. Not even his breathing changed.

No, wait. While moving in the darkness through the seemingly endless rooms, Ellen lifted herself up a little by tightening her arms around his neck and bit his mouth lightly, running her tongue over his lips and oh, yeah, his breathing changed.

Lifting a full grown woman in his arms didn’t do it but bumping the sexuality up a level sure did.