A Taste of a Bounty Hunter - Melissa Schroeder

A Taste of a Bounty Hunter

A little tast of my futuristic, For Love or Honor.




“Fancy digs, O’Farrell.” Even in her state she somehow found a way to sneer at him. The fact that it turned him on, made him want to lean across the seat, grab and kiss her, should worry him. But for some reason it didn’t.

“Hey, better than most we have, and this was one place I knew was secure.”

She snorted, looked around to check out the area and then got out of the hover car. He followed suit.

“This isn’t where you guys took Totter, is it?”

“No.” He wasn’t going to rise to the bait. Running on sexual tension, irritation and no sleep, it was going to be hard not to do.

They reached the front door and she leaned against the wall. “’Cause it was my understanding that was the safest place in the country.” The sarcasm in her voice didn’t set well in his stomach. It pushed him over the edge.

He crowded her and placed a hand on the wall at her back, effectively caging her in.

“Listen, Del. I’m not in the mood to toy with you. I have no patience left. What I’m doing could get me in a load of trouble. On top of that, I’m trying to convince myself not to hand you over to Vicentes for safekeeping.”

Her eyes widened and she shook her head.

“I wil,l if you don’t do as I say. So this is how it’s going to be. You are going to shut the hell up. You’re going to haul that cute little ass inside and not say a word, not one sneering remark. ’Cause if you do I’m going to paddle your ass but good, do you understand me?”

He could have handled it if she’d made a smart remark, some comeback that would set him on edge. Instead, her eyes darkened and she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth. As she moved her teeth over her fuller lip, he stood transfixed by the action. Heat poured through him. His blood drained from his brain and headed directly south. Need for her surged through his veins. He needed to release the tension that had been building between them for months. He bent his head, determined to capture her mouth when a horn sounded down the street, and he realized he was standing on the front porch with a woman someone wanted to kill, about to make out. Like a freaking rookie.

“Jesus, Mary and Joseph.”

He pulled away, keyed in the code to open the door and then pulled her inside. Slamming the door shut he pressed her back against it and gave in to the urge that had been driving him insane since the moment he’d met her. He touched his mouth to hers. She gasped. The quick intake of breath was one of the most erotic sounds he’d ever heard. Just one quick kiss; that was all he needed, just to feel her lips, taste her. But the moment he did, all rational thought fled.

Too many times he had wondered what this would be like. To have her body against his, to taste her need. Del placed her hands on his shoulders. His hands went to her hips, pulling her against him. She moaned and gyrated her hips. He could feel the very heat of her core through their clothing. Lust and something unfamiliar twisted through his veins. He wanted to rip off her clothes and sink into that tight hot pussy, feel her muscles clasp around his cock, and lose himself in her.

She pulled away from him and placed a hand on his chest. Bending his head, he kissed a path from her jaw down her neck to her shoulder.

“Dylan.” The sound of her voice, husky with desire … need … shot straight through to his cock. He curled his toes inside his shoes to keep from losing control and coming in his pants.


He noticed then that she was pushing against his chest. She wanted to stop? Dylan pulled himself back and looked down at her.

“Ahh, Del, don’t say no.” It was pathetic. His own voice showed his need for her, and it probably told her he was just a hair’s breadth away from going down on his knees and begging.

“We have to check the house.”

Shit. Again he was acting like an idiot rookie. There were men wanting to kill her, or at least abduct her, and he was dry humping her like a freaking out of control eighteen-year-old. Almost forty years old, he should know better.

Regretfully, he pulled away and tried not to get annoyed at her sigh of relief. He glanced at her. Her skin was flushed, her lips reddened, and she was still trying to catch her breath.

“We’re not done, you and I. So don’t be thinking I’ll forget you were moaning my name a second ago.”


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