Live It Up by Emma Hillman Page B

“Seriously though, kitten, I’m really sorry I acted like that with you. I was pushing you away because I…I guess I didn’t want to be hurt again.”
    “I understand now. I just wish you’d have told me all this before, rather than implying you had someone else all along. That really hurt.”
    “I know.” He sighed and dropped a soft kiss on the top of her head. “I’m sorry.”
    “I’m sorry too.”
    He nudged her face up. “Wanna kiss and make up?”
    That drew a laugh out of her. “Here? In your dad’s office?”
    “It’d be a good way to get back at him.”
    “I don’t want that on my conscience.” She scrunched up her nose. “Let’s just go back to your place. I like your bed,” she added before catching his bottom lip with her teeth and playfully tugging on it.
    He growled low in his throat, his cock hard as a rock. “I want you, kitten.”
    “I want you too.”
    As they strode toward the front door, he grabbed her hand in his and asked, “You didn’t crash my car, right?”
    She looked back at him and winked.
    “Kitten?”
    She sped up, walking outside with a spring in her step.
    “Sunny? Where’s my SUV? Sunny?”
    She laughed, the sound enfolding him until he heard nothing else but her. He stopped on the threshold and drew her to him, pulling her into his arms so her face was right where he wanted it. He leaned down and took her mouth, the kiss tender at first then rapidly growing in intensity.
    They pulled back minutes later, both breathing shallowly, both with stars in their eyes. He palmed her cheek and brushed his thumb across her parted lips. “Mine.”
    “Mine,” she repeated, leaning up on her toes to kiss him again.
     

 
     
    About the Author
     
     
    Emma Hillman never plans her stories. She just lets the characters have fun and hopes the ending will make sense. It usually does.
     
    Besides being a multi-published author of erotic romances, she works full-time and lives in Paris with a (nice) husband, a (cute) little girl, and two sweet but (very) loud pets. She also reads far too much as the postman (and her banker) could attest, but shhhh.
     
    For more information on her current and future releases, you can visit her blog at http://emmahillmanbooks.blogspot.com/ or chat with her on Twitter (@droptheglasses). She’d love to hear from you!
     
     

 
     
    Want to find out what happens next?
Have a sneak peak at Turn it Up, book four in the Grassroots Series. Available soon at Resplendence Publishing
     
     
    Prologue
     
    Andy looked at the half dozen recruits in front of him. They were only a decade younger than he was, but he felt positively ancient in comparison. They looked so damn eager. Didn’t they understand being part of the Enforcer’s team was a 24/7 job? They were saying goodbye to their normal lives, yet they didn’t even appear to care.
    He sighed. God, they were even standing at attention as if this was this was their first day in the army. He hadn’t known what to expect when he’d sent out a call for new lieutenants within the Pride. He’d thought maybe a man or two would turn up, lured by the promise of quick cash and nice accommodations. Instead, he’d gotten saddled with six cubs.
    If Sunny were here, she’d tell him this was fate and the appearance of the youngsters were somehow a response to their problems. A smile escaped him, his lion starting to pace inside him at the thought of his heartmate.
    One of the cubs shifted his stance, reminding him of the importance of today’s meeting. He focused once more on the six potential recruits standing in front of him. The two Pride hotheads, Damian and Chad, were present.
    He frowned when he noticed how they were glaring at each other already. He was going to have to do something about them. There was no way he would allow them being at each other’s throat throughout the training he’d planned for them.
    There were two other boys. Kyle and Jess, they’d said their names were. He didn’t