Hero: Charlie. A police officer whose very dirty mouth & high handed ways have the heroine begging to be frisked.

Heroine: Erin. A dance instructor whose equally delighted and appalled that her latest crush is her former childhood nemesis.

Charlie wants to be just friends with benefits, claiming he is NOT relationship material, but he seems to be having trouble sticking to his own rules.

“Hi,” I said, my insides tense with excitement.
“Hi.”
“Are you the burglar?”
His lips tipped up on one side. “No.”
“Are you the big bad wolf?”
The grin deepened. “Yes.”
“Rough night to be out hunting, Mr. Wolf.”
“I can’t stop thinking about you.”

My God, what was this? What was he doing to me? Had he changed his mind about being just friends or was this just another anomaly we’d dismiss later tonight as Lonely Holiday Sex?

[…]

He chased me through the dining room and front room to the bottom of the staircase, where he finally snared me with an arm around my waist. I did my best to try to scramble up the steps, but it was like spinning tires in the snow. Charlie easily overpowered me, subduing me with his strength, his will, his size. He spun me around to face him and set me down on the stairs, looming over me, one hand braced on a step above my head. I’d left one little light on in the front hall, a wall sconce that burned low, leaving half his face in shadow.

I glared up at him, breathing hard. Then I grabbed his head and pulled his lips to mine, thrusting my tongue into his mouth. My heart thumped with alternating beats of anger and arousal. How dare he show up like this? How dare he tell me he couldn’t stop thinking about me? How dare he chase me and throw me down like I was his plaything?

Confession: I loved it. Loved the antagonism between us, the hunt, the capture, the game. Loved that the spark between us hadn’t died. In a twisted way, I even loved the contention in my own head, my conscience arguing with my id.

This is wrong.
Please. Can you not?
You need to stop.
No fucking way. This is happening.
Tell him to leave.
I can’t talk right now.
Tell him you don’t want this. You’re not like this.
But I do. I am.
He’s using you.
Fuck off. We’re using each other.
This isn’t one of your fantasies, Erin. It’s real.
That’s why it’s so good.

I let go of his head and opened my mouth, words of defiance on my tongue. He placed a hand on my breast, squeezing it hard, claiming it, daring me to refuse him. It felt so good, I hesitated. Closed my eyes. Arched my back.

He put his finger over my lips, and I understood without being told, without even looking at him, what he was saying.

Don’t speak. Just let me.

Plenty of hot steamy alpha loving, dirty talk, and humorous dialogue made this romance a fast, fun, quick read.

Floored by Melanie Harlow is available now. Frenched and Forked proceed this one though it could be read as a stand alone. 

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