Books for Company: Steele, Into Your Heart by Rie Warren

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Steele, Into Your Heart by Rie Warren

Steele, Into Your Heart (Carolina Bad Boys #3)

Rie Warren

Release Date: April 2, 2015

Blurb

Brodie Steele is a badass MC dude. Ashe Kingston is a sexy police officer with an attitude. Their bad blood runs deep. But after they hook up at a wild biker week, can they keep their pact? What happens at Bike Week stays at Bike Week. Yeah, right.

Riding out the rough years following a family tragedy, Brodie is still trying to put his life back together when he finds something he never expected with Ashe. She annoys the ever lovin’ hell out of him, and turns him on so much he can’t see straight. He keeps coming back for more.

Ashe isn’t just a hard-nosed police officer. And she wants no part of Brodie outside of their no-strings-attached fling. There’s no way he’s settling-down material but he’s hard to resist with his inked sleeves and rebellious ways, not to mention piercings in places that make Ashe melt. Brodie Steele is dangerous, delicious, and suddenly determined to have her.

If there’s anything more risky than laying his heart on the line for this sexy woman, it’s Ashe’s job. It puts her life in danger in a way he can’t possibly protect her from. Can their hot bond win out over the bad blood of years past? Or will Ashe be taken from Brodie before she lets him into her heart?

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Steele, Into Your Heart Excerpt © Rie Warren 2015

I tossed my phone through the open window of my Chevy, opened the door, and stowed Ashe inside.

Before I shut her in, I leaned over to brush my mouth against hers, plunging my tongue to swirl inside her wet heat.

When I got in the driver’s side she turned to me. “We’re getting the seats wet.”

“You can take off your dress right now if you want.” I grinned in what had to be an absolutely unwholesome way.

She sat back with a shaky laugh. Ashe was flustered. She was almost never flustered. I really liked it.

I put the truck in gear and we roared out of the parking lot. I probably left tire marks on the tar. Windows down for the fresh air but A/C on because it was still blazing hot outside, Ashe and I sped along Isle of Palms toward Sullivan’s Island wrapped in a bubble of sexual tension so tight it was close to bursting.

Not a single word was said because the next thing to come out of my mouth would be, “Clothes, off, now.”

My legs were so tense they nearly shook. I held the steering wheel with a white knuckled grip. I usually drove the way any good country boy did, with one wrist used to steer. Not tonight. Not when Ashe fidgeted next to me, plucking at the top of her dress. It quickly suctioned back to her breasts. Not helping, but oh so sexy. Pornographic sexy.

It was fully dark fifteen minutes later when I pulled into my driveway. I helped Ashe out, grabbed her bags, took her hand, and ushered her to the big front porch.

“This is your house? And I thought you said mine was fancy. You’ve got a river view from here, Brodie.”

Gas lanterns on either side of the cheery red door blazed, the sweltering night absent of any breeze the porch swing sat still. Tremendous hanging baskets flowered like crazy.

“Parents’ house. Well, it was. Let’s not talk about that now.” After I set her bags down, I fingered the hem of her dress, lifting it up her thighs. “Take it off.”

“Brodie, no. We’re standing on your porch,” Ashe protested.

“I’ll cut off the lights.”

“Public indecency.”

“Arrest me already.”

I shut the lights off, and heard the wet slap of her dress on the porch floor. I dropped my suit—what was left of it—where I stood. There was a whisper of something light floating to the floor—her bra and panties. My belt buckle made a clanging noise. Ashe’s breath hitched as my eyes adjusted to the darkness.

Curves, glorious curves, illuminated by moonlight. I touched a puckered nipple then circled it with my thumb. With my other hand, I gave a long slow stroke up my swollen cock.

When she whimpered, I moved fast. I pushed her against the door face first, caging her with my body from behind.

“Oh my God,” she moaned.

I sent my lips over her shoulder and up to her ear. “Oh my God, Brodie. Say it.”

“I . . . I can’t!”

“Wrong words.” I stepped back to drag my pulsing cock up and down her ass. “Know where I am right now?”

“Oh my God, Brodie!” Her voice quivered.

I caught her earlobe between my teeth and let it go. Holding her hips against me, I ran my dick up and down her cleft several times, loving the curves of her ass nice and snug around me. “Better. Now, open the door so we can go inside. Unless you want us to get arrested.”