Master of the Night by Angela Knight Read Free Book Online

spinning, and spots of light floated in front of her eyes.
    Blinking, she realized the lights were stars. She’d tipped her head back as Champion pressed his lips to her banging pulse. His teeth nipped gently.
    Erin felt her weakened knees give. He caught her against him, one hand wrapped around the curve of her bottom, the other still cupping her breast. Driven by pure instinct, she lifted one leg and curled it behind his, opening herself to him.
    There are a hundred people in the next room, some fragment of self-preservation whispered. “Champion, we can’t do this,” Erin moaned.
    â€œNot here,” he agreed, his voice so rough and dark with anticipation, a ball of need began to heat between her thighs. “Where are you staying?”
    â€œThe Ambassador. On”—she broke off with a gasp as he raked his teeth across her pulse—“on Peachtree Street.”
    â€œNot a hotel. Not for this.” He drew back. “I’ll take you home with me.”
    Her mouth opened to say, “No, you won’t,” but then she met his hot animal gaze and found the words beyond her willpower.
    Champion raised a strong hand and tucked a lock of hair back into her elegant French twist, then scanned her with a single, searing glance. “There.” He smiled crookedly. “You’re presentable.”
    She automatically glanced down his big body until her gaze snagged on his zipper. The bulge there made her eyes widen. “You’re not.”
    He looked down, then up at her again through the feathered screen of his lashes. “Now look what you’ve done. You’ll just have to walk in front of me.”
    A giggle escaped her. Horrified, she clamped her teeth together. She never giggled. It was so damn unprofessional.
    But then, looking into those hot green eyes, it was easy to believe professionalism was overrated.
    He took her elbow in one big hand and guided her toward the door. His grip was gentle as he escorted her into the brightly lit ballroom, yet something about it made her feel like a pirate’s conquest being borne off into the night.
    I shouldn’t be doing this, she thought as she walked just ahead of him through the crowd. I’ve got to tell him to stop. Now, before it goes too far.
    It shouldn’t be this difficult to tell him no. Not for her. Over and over again, Erin had proven herself the master of her own emotions. Even with David, the man she’d loved.
    Maybe that’s why I’m finding it so tough now . For years her partner’s cautious determination to play by the rules had kept them apart. Erin had gone along with him at first, but toward the end, she’d grown tired of it. She’d wanted David far more than she’d wanted to go by the book.
    But David was the book.
    In the end his precious rules hadn’t saved them from the nightmare that had destroyed them both. Of course, giving in to their mutual passion probably wouldn’t have saved them, either. One way or another, David would still be dead, and Erin’s FBI career would still be in ruins. On the other hand, she might also have something more to remember than grief, regret, and cold, dead dreams.
    She was sick of regret, of yearning uselessly for a passion she’d never tasted. She wanted to feel Reece’s clever mouth on her bare skin, wanted to feel him drive to his full, hard length inside her. Wanted him so badly, she didn’t give a damn about rules, risk, or even common sense.
    For once, Erin Grayson was going to get what she wanted.
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    Poor little Latent.
    Reece could sense Erin’s losing battle with the demands of her body. She had no idea of the power of the erotic undertow they’d been caught in.
    He did.
    He supposed if he was any kind of gentleman at all, he would release her and walk away. He’d probably have done just that a year ago, before he’d spent months locked in a hell of hate and sand, among wary