Previously published as Her Wildest Dreams
Always the wallflower, Alison Ryan is used to being ignored and pushed around. Everybody takes her for granted, even the strung-out would-be mugger who tried to steal her purse late one night. She can’t say who was more surprised when she stood up to him…the mugger, herself…or Detective Alex O’Malley, her brother’s best friend and the man she’s loved for most of her life.
When a little bit of comforting goes sideways, Ali ends up living out one of her most hidden fantasies, having Alex’s mouth on hers, his hands sliding all over her body.
The last thing Alex O’Malley expected was to wake up and find himself wrapped around his best friend’s baby sister. He’d just been trying to be a friend and he wakes up in wonderland. Before he could get his head wrapped around what’s going on, though, his mouth gets him in trouble and Alison takes off. Plagued by guilt and a need that just won’t quit, he keeps away from her.
When life has them crashing back together, Alex can hardly believe his eyes. The shy mouse who used to pretend she wasn’t staring at him is gone and in her place is a strong, sexy confident woman who isn’t afraid to take her life—and her needs—into her own hands.
Determined to convince her to give him a chance, Alex sets out to make her understand that he is the one man who can make all her wicked, wild fantasies come true.
Previously published as HER WILDEST DREAMS. This title has been extensively rewritten and revised. New material has been added and it has been re-edited.
Excerpt
“You’re disobeying me, baby.”
She swallowed and whispered against his thumb, “I’m sorry, Alex.”
“Are you?”
She nodded.
“Then you’ll have to make it up to me, won’t you?”
Excited yet somehow scared, she nodded again.
“Good girl…”
She didn’t remember how they ended up on the bed. One moment she’d been on his lap, naked. Then she was on the bed, the mattress like a cloud under her while her arms were stretched overhead. Not just stretched, though. Cuffed. She was bound and bare beneath him and Alex stood between her legs, using one foot to nudge her thighs apart. “Spread them,” he said, giving her a cocky grin as he echoed one of the most clichéd cop lines ever.
“Are you…are you arresting me, detective?” she asked.
“Should I?” He went to his knees now, staring at her with hot, hungry eyes. “Have you been bad, Ali-cat?”
She shook her head. “No.” She was never bad. And that kind of sucked.
Still fully clothed, he laid a hand on her bare thigh and said, “I bet you have been.” Then he smoothed his hand up, not stopping until he met the juncture where hip met thigh. Then he brushed his knuckles across the damp curls that covered her. “See…bad girl. You’re already wet. Why are you so wet, Ali-cat?”
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