For Patrice Reynaud, danger is the ultimate aphrodisiac. So when she rescues stranded investigative reporter Benjamin O'Neil, she insists upon helping him get his story. Patrice has always had the hots for Ben when she's watched him on TV, but seeing him in action...in the flesh...turns the temperature on her ardor way, way up.For Ben, danger is his business, and he's always been up for anything to get a good story. But his deliciously sexy rescuer gives a whole new definition to "up for anything"...and Patrice just may turn out to be Ben's ultimate adventure.
Thrill to Book 2 in Saskia Walker's sizzling erotic series, Loving on the Edge, about the hard-working, hard-loving O'Neil brothers.
Excerpt:
Ben couldn’t believe it. Gesturing frantically, he shooed her away. The voices by the barn were growing audible. The men were on their way back.
Patrice lowered her camera and went outside the gate, but then she stood by, as if waiting for him. Jesus, he was going to have to go out that way, through the main fuckin’ gates and under the light, just to make sure that she took off and didn’t get spotted.
He took a deep breath and darted toward her. There was no point in pussyfooting around with her flaunting herself. Grabbing her around the waist, he urged her on. “What the hell are you doing? I told you to stay where you were.”
“I got some great footage.”
“If anything happened to you,” he growled, risking a glance back. Luckily, no one had followed. He stumbled into the trees, grappling for the camera at his belt to use for vision.
“It’s okay, I waited until they had gone inside. I was being very careful, honestly.”
Careful? She didn’t know the meaning of the word. Once they got well into the cover of the trees, he paused, grabbing her by the shoulders and peering at her. “You’re a liability.”
“You won’t say that when you see the footage I got.”
He was about to tell her off, when she wrapped her hands around his neck and nestled up against him, resting her soft lips against the underside of his jaw.
“I’m sorry, Ben. I couldn’t help it; I wanted to see you in action. You look so good when you’re in action.”
Jesus. There was a bunch of smugglers not sixty feet away, and he was having a hard-on. Pulling her up against him, he shook his head at her. “Don’t tell me, you’re horny?”
“Mm, uhu.” She dropped her head back and looked up at him. Her expression in the moonlight was dreamy, her eyes sparkling. She moved her hands down to his hips and dug her fingernails into his buttocks. The scent of her perfume was mixed with the earthy female smell of her arousal, and it hit him hard.
He wanted her. Now.
Her eyes flashed. “Even more than last time, wow.” Her voice came out on a soft, warm breath that teased his overwrought skin. “What a rush.”
Definitely a liability.
“Come on,” he said. The inevitable affect of her physical state had got a hold of him, and it was fast eating away at his ability to think rationally. They had to get out of here, and fast. Either that or he’d have to have her, right now, right there on the forest floor. He’d been advised never to work with children or animals. Now he had to add crazy French women to the list.
Stumbling on the path, he flicked on his camera to watch where they were treading, dragging her along by the hand and refusing to turn round until he got safely back to the car. Only then would he risk taking this conversation any further. Only then would he risk facing the fact that he’d probably never be able to undertake another investigation without getting a hard-on, because of this night...
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