Deadly Promises by Sherrilyn Kenyon, Dianna Love, Laura Griffin, Cindy Gerard Page A

kitchen, trying to seduce him when it was obvious she had little experience at inviting men into her bedroom. Maybe something important had come up with her brother that she’d felt took priority over a casual dinner.
    Jeremy could understand that, even though he had no family. Never had. But why had she called him over here late tonight? Because he said he was leaving in two days? They still could have gone to dinner tomorrow. Unless she had plans.
    In spite of this late-night gift, CeCe was no quick roll in the sheets.
    She was a nice girl and sweet… and hot as hell.
    Why question his good fortune?
    Because he couldn’t suppress a chiding voice that said this was all he’d ever be to any woman.
    The contented sigh that slipped from her warmed his heart. He reached over and pulled the spread across her when she shivered. He’d rushed over here ready to take on any threat only to find she was the real danger.
    She fit in his arms. The idea of keeping her there felt right. What was he going to do after this when he’d be gone in less than two days now?
    He rolled her to the side and wrapped his leg over her, tucking her close. Unwilling to let her go now that he had her.
    In the past, he’d spent a few hours in bed with a woman then got antsy, ready to leave. Not caring who his bed partner saw next. He’d had plenty of those encounters, but in fairness to both players all those women had been just as happy to treat him like another throwaway memory.
    Walking away from CeCe wouldn’t be so easy and he sure as hell didn’t want to think about another man touching her.
    CeCe was the kind of woman who would want more from a relationship.
    He rubbed a hand along her back. The thought of having her to come home to felt… nice. He wasn’t ready to get overly serious, but dating the same woman more than twice had its merits. If CeCe was willing to make love with him didn’t that mean she’d want more too?
    That she’d be here waiting for him when he returned from his next mission?
    On the other hand, why hadn’t she gone out with him before this? That question hadn’t entered his mind when she was standing half naked in the kitchen trimmed in pink.
    Maybe all she did want from him was sex.
    He stopped rubbing her back, considering that possibility and dismissed it just as quickly. In spite of her temptress routine tonight, CeCe wasn’t that kind of woman. She clearly didn’t want her brother to know about this, but that wasn’t so hard to understand when Jeremy considered her lack of experience with men.
    CeCe was sincere. She wouldn’t bring him into her bedroom tonight just to send him packing in the morning.

Four
    If CeCe bent over and stretched in front of him one more time, Jeremy couldn’t be held accountable for his actions.
    He yanked the towel from around his neck and wiped perspiration off his forehead that had nothing to do with a vigorous workout he’d just finished on a circuit in his gym.
    Nope, it was the erotic display going on across the room where CeCe faced a wall of mirrors.
    His gaze strayed to where she’d found a corner to do her yoga exercises, but that move didn’t look like yoga. She kneeled on the mat facing the mirror and raised her arms above her head then leaned back, way back, arching. Her breasts stretched the pale blue jog bra tight.
    Then she arched even farther and twisted.
    Reminding him of how she’d looked once last night.
    The worn denim jeans he was wearing had always been his favorite because they were so comfortable. But it was feeling uncomfortable and crowded as hell beneath the zipper.
    Jeremy gritted his teeth and turned around to the drink cooler he’d been working on before his control snapped and he stormed across the gym to strip her naked. He’d run errands all day so he could come in late to avoid suffering through the yoga routine she did every afternoon without fail.
    Like either of them needed a workout today.
    He’d burned four condoms with her last