Guilty Cravings (The Steamy South 1) Read Online Free PDF

the
nightclub owner who’d hired them to play.
    Hell, he wished she
hadn’t come here tonight, but he knew she’d had no other choice.
     
    “I don’t want to
dance,” Emily grumbled, glaring at Nick’s broad shoulders as he practically
dragged her onto the crowded dance floor. Did he have to be so sarcastic and
bossy? She stumbled, but caught against his back. Probably shouldn’t have drunk
so much of the mixed drink since she’d skipped dinner. But she was thirsty and
she loved margaritas.
    To the rhythm of the
slow, rough-edged love song, Nick pulled her close into a languid dance,
sliding her arms up around his neck and then framing her waist with his strong
hands. Breathing hot against her temple, he dropped his hands an inch or two
and caressed just below the small of her back. An electrical tingle skittered
through her and she almost gasped.
    The alcohol heated
her veins, making her dizzy. His strong body sliding against hers sparked
excitement and arousal.
    Nick had touched her
more in the last three minutes than any man had for the past two years. She
hadn’t realized how starved for physical contact she was.
    His silky hair
brushed the backs of her hands at his neck. Through the open front of his black
leather vest, her breasts, barely covered in a sequined fabric, brushed his
bare chest, hypnotizing her.
    “You’re doing great,”
he murmured against her ear, only loud enough for her to hear over the blaring
music. His breath scorched her skin. “You’re right. You dressed perfectly for
this role. You look hot as hell.”
    His words sent a
blast of lust and exhilaration through her. He truly thought she looked hot? What
could she say to that? “Thank you.” How lame.
    He grinned, making
her feel far more naïve than she was.
    “I knew you’d think
so,” she added.
    Turning more serious,
he lifted a brow.
    There, she’d put him
in his place.
    “You hoped I’d think
so,” he breathed into her ear. She shivered. Her nipples tingled and ached.
Flirting with Nick was a wicked indulgence and fun besides.
    “I know what turns
men on,” she said, taking their play a risky step further. Could she turn him
on?
    He narrowed his eyes,
then spoke into her ear again. “Well then, you also know what tells other men
you’re mine and off limits.”
    His possessive words
snatched her breath. She loved the way he’d said you’re mine . “What are
you talking about?”
    “I don’t want other
men hitting on you while I’m on stage and unable to protect you. We have to
establish that you’re with me right now.”
    “How?”
    “I’m going to kiss
you,” he said, glancing away.
    “What?” Her heart
skidded to a halt and tingles showered her body.
    “Trust me,” he said
in a neutral tone. “Try to make it convincing and don’t slap me.”
    “Why would a kiss be
necessary?” She was far too attracted to Nick to kiss him without him realizing
the extent of it. She might simply eat him up. She’d only been roped into one
blind date since her divorce and the goodnight peck from that creep was
forgettable, like pressing her mouth against parchment.
    If she kissed Nick,
she’d get turned on and he’d know it.
    “I don’t think we
should,” she said in a rush.
    “Emily, if we were
lovers, like we’re pretending to be, we’d be all over each other,” he murmured
in her ear, his voice deep and seductive. “We wouldn’t be able to wait to find
a bed or a dark corner, and everyone would know it. They’d see how hot we were
for each other.”
    Yes, everyone here
might see how hot she was for him. A wave of arousal flooded Emily. Dear god,
she could scarcely breathe. She was supposed to be pretending, but this felt
far too real.
    Placing a finger
beneath her chin, he turned her face toward him, but she lowered her gaze to
his neck. “Are you listening to me?” he asked.
    She swallowed and
tried to act normal. “Yes, but we’re not…lovers.” But I want to be. No!
No, she didn’t. He was