Heat Rating: Fire

Content Warnings: Graphic sexual content between a man and woman.

A down-on-her-luck woman falls for a man she believes is guilty of armed robbery. A down-on-her-luck woman falls for a man she believes is guilty of armed robbery.

"Because..." He reached for her and pulled her into his arms, tucking her neatly into his chest. "I want to eat you."

Her heart thumped so wildly she was certain he would hear it. "You tease me."

Lifting her chin in his hand, so gentle and firm, he lowered his face and scooped up her mouth with his, kissing her, slowly, as if savoring the taste of her. Their lips separated and his face lingered near, the softness of his breath caressing her skin. "Does that taste like I'm teasing you?"

She swallowed, her body humming from head to toe. "I would need you to do it again to be sure."

John smiled a little and kissed her again. Pure heaven. No beginner's luck here. She banished all thought and kissed him back, reveling in the texture and shape of his tongue and lips, coming close to fainting from sheer pleasure. A kiss was not supposed to have this much power. Head spinning, she tore her mouth from his. "Oh God, what am I doing?"

"Kissing me." John answered, then added without hesitation, "Present tense."

Her response came too late, washed away in another heady wave of euphoria. She did not want to stop kissing him. Ever. Reason, however, was not going down without a respectable fight. "I'm drunk. I'm not in my right mind."

"Me too. And it feels..." He reached between her legs, sliding his hand up her leg. Instinctively, she squeezed her thighs together, both thrilled and terrified at what this man might be able to do to her. "...so good." He placed her hand on the rigid bulge just beneath the fly of his jeans.

"I want you so much, Little Fox." His hand covered hers on his lap, a silent plea for her to do more than simply keep it there. "And you want me."

Without waiting for a reply, he returned his palm to her sex, cupping it through her jeans, melting with heat for his touch, and squeezed gently, ensnaring her surrender for himself. She was positively aching for him. Her moan, breathed heavy into his mouth, exiled all doubt.