Wilde Nights in Paradise (A Wilde Security Novel) (Entangled Brazen) by Tonya Burrows Page A

cat seeking its master’s hand, all needy and trying to be coy about it.
    Well, he didn’t do coy.
    He hauled her into his arms and spun, slamming the front door shut and pinning her up against the wood. He pressed his pelvis to her belly, showing her exactly what he wanted and how much he wanted it. She moaned deep in her throat and dug her fingers into his shoulders. Without breaking away from her mouth, he gripped her lovely ass in both hands and lifted her, pumping against her in a pantomime of sex. Her legs circled his waist, and she arched into each thrust, so ready he could feel the wetness of her desire through the layers of clothes separating them.
    Too many layers. Fuck, he needed her naked, needed to pound into her until her orgasm locked her body around him and tore his own release from his cock.
    Jude reached around and tugged on the knot of her bikini, but the movement was too fast, too insistent, and she froze in his arms.
    Goddammit, she couldn’t keeping doing this to him, running so damn hot that her lust was all but combustible in one instant and then giving him the cold shoulder the next. He tightened his grip around her and stilled his hips. He tasted her again, softening the kiss, trying to tell her in action what he’d never be able to explain in words. She melted into him, and for a second, he thought he’d won this battle.
    She bit down on his lower lip. Hard.
    “Ow!” He jerked backward. “Son of a bitch!”
    “What do you think you’re doing?” she demanded and shoved his shoulder. “Put me down.”
    He did. His lip felt numb. He ran his tongue over it to make sure he wasn’t bleeding. Nope, no blood but he needed a cold compress or else he was going to end up with a swollen lip. “What was that for?”
    “I told you—one night. Just one. We did it. It was fun. It’s not happening again.”
    “Why the hell not? And, hold up a second. You hugged me . Your legs wrapped around my waist.”
    She slapped his chest. “I tripped, you idiot. You startled me when you yanked open the door, and I reacted…badly. Where were you going anyway?”
    “Nowhere.”
    Crossing her arms over her chest, she gave him a look that clearly said yeah, right . “You were in an awful big hurry for going nowhere. Were you leaving?”
    “I needed some air.” As if that excuse wasn’t transparent as fuck. Annoyed with himself, the situation—every-damn-thing—he stalked past her, intending to grab a beer from the kitchen.
    She caught his arm. “Dad won’t be happy about you trying to leave when he’s paying you to guard me.”
    He ground his teeth. “He’s not here, and you can’t contact him so, tell me, how’s he going to find out if I go for a walk?”
    “Jesus. You have got to be the worst bodyguard in the history of the profession.”
    “I never claimed to be good at this. Hell, I never wanted this job in the first place. Greer forced me into it, told me I had to face my mistakes or some shit. Well, fuck that. There’s a reason I never look back—and you’re it. I never wanted to see you again. You drive me nuts with all of your questions and protests and fucking logic. You’re so uptight, you wouldn’t know a good time if it whacked you on the ass.”
    Libby flinched and dropped her hand from his arm. He thought he should feel like an asshole, and probably would later after he cooled off, but right now, his anger ran too hot.
    Apparently, so did Libby’s, because after her initial shock wore off, she struck back. “You think you’re so great to live with? At least I act my age. You’re like a spoiled child. You can’t sit still for more than a minute, and you mope around here like you lost your puppy! Life’s not all fun and games. Seriously, Jude, grow the hell up.”
    Grow up? He glowered at her back as she turned on her heel and marched away with her chin held high. First Reece, and now her. Christ, he was fucking sick of people telling him that. So he liked to cut loose, have