Dangerous Times by Moira Callahan

and rubbed at her clitoris. Pinching the tight bud, he moved faster, harder. Slipping his other hand between her breasts, he drew her up against his chest.
    Tamara grabbed hold of his arms and held on tight, moaning nearly constantly.
    Brushing his lips to her shoulder, he nuzzled her skin. Breathing in her heady scent, he kept thrusting. Pushing his fingers into her pussy, he pressed his thumb to her clit and brushed his lips over her ear. “Come for me,” he whispered.
    Just like that, she shattered. Her nails raked over his flesh as her entire body clenched down. He was absolutely helpless not to follow her into the abyss.
    Throwing his head back, he let go.

Chapter Fourteen
     
    It had been nearly two weeks since she and Rhonda had been tailed. A week of mind-blowing sex and long talks with Shawn. Tamara still hadn’t told him she loved him, but then again, he hadn’t said that he loved her, either. She knew, of course.
    She could see it in his eyes, the way he treated her, the little touches, and of course, every time they made love. And making love did define it. No matter what they did together, she felt loved with every fibre of her being as they came apart in one another’s arms.
    Sighing, she leaned back from the mirror and did a quick inventory. Hair perfect, makeup perfect, dress stunning and would knock his socks off. Sadly, they’d be in public, but hell, she still had a life, just as he did, and the shows had been planned months in advance.
    Leaving the bathroom, Tamara stepped into her heels and grabbed her clutch. Dropping in her cell, lipstick and her set of keys to the house—she grinned at that—she snapped it shut and went to find her man.
    Shawn was in the kitchen, leaning against the counter and chatting with Robyn. Robyn’s fiancé was also there, a wonderful guy by the name of Grant Sherbrooke. He was a very quiet man, but had a hell of a sense of humor, something you just didn’t expect from him, and yet, made all the sense in the world.
    “ Holy shit,” Shawn said, his expression stunned.
    Grinning, Tamara spun slowly so he could enjoy the full effect. The dress was bronze silk, a bit of a plunge at the front, a full plunge at the back, with sensational draping that added dimension, and a slit up her leg from the full-length hem to her thigh. Black shoes and a black matte, matching clutch completed the look. Thankfully, she had small breasts, so she could get away without wearing a bra. What Shawn didn’t know was she also had on no underwear.
    She might let him know that once they were at the showing. Maybe.
    Finishing her spin, she cocked a hip and braced her free hand on it. “Well?”
    Robyn grinned and nodded. Grant gave her an approving look. Shawn though, still looked very stunned.
    She walked toward him, setting her clutch on the kitchen island as she passed, and then stopped before him. “Well?” she asked again, thoroughly amused.
    “ No one’s going to be looking at your pictures with you dressed like that,” he said, his voice rough and that certain light in his eyes.
    Shivering in recognition of the need in his gaze, Tamara smoothed a hand down his shirt. No tie for her guy. He hated them, and she had to admit, he definitely didn’t need one. “I think they’ll all be looking at you, actually. You look pretty damned handsome in this suit.”
    “ I try.” He grinned, his dimple peeking out.
    “ Trust me on this, you do not need to try very hard,” she said. Pressing up on her toes, she gave him a light kiss, mindful of her lipstick. Pulling back when he would have deepened it, she brushed her thumb to his lips to rid them of the deep red color.
    “ Uh, shouldn’t we be going?” Robyn asked, coughing slightly.
    Turning, Tamara caught the woman trying to hide her grin. Shooting a look at the clock on the microwave, she nodded. “Yes, we do need to go.”
    “ You should grab a jacket for tonight, love,” Shawn said. “It’s not too bad now, but by the time