It’s more than chemistry, more than love: it’s electric.Remy Davis does her best to live in the now, never sure when she’ll be forced to run again. She loves her work at Buchanan Investigations—there’s no better place for a woman with her special talent for controlling electricity—but she knows better than to let down her guard. And then everything changes when a man from her past, the man she never stopped loving, reappears in her life.
J.D. never thought he’d see the girl he’d once loved, the woman he thought had betrayed him. The chemistry he and Remy once felt is as strong as ever. Old wounds need time to heal, but time is running out on second chances.
A villain bent on returning them to his twisted experiments has resurfaced. But this time J.D. won’t let Remy face the madman alone: he’ll harness every ounce of his abilities to rescue the one woman who turns electric in his arms.
EXCERPT
Dinner and a movie. A nice way
to end a tension-filled Monday. Except Remy’s stress hadn’t gone down, but up
since she’d joined Cole on their first date. She stood inside her living room
and stared as he drew closer, their time coming to an end. She’d actually
enjoyed the film, though her appetite had left her. Even the crème brulee
hadn’t been enough to tempt her to overindulge.
She’d been frank with Cole
about her expectations tonight—that this would be a friendly, casual, not-quite
date, yet he’d acted overjoyed to take her out anyway.
“I really appreciate you doing
this.” She wrung her hands as she stared up into his laughing eyes. He didn’t
have the same perfection J.D. had, but Cole’s rough masculinity was its own
kind of beauty. She knew his social life had never been less than active. “I
hope you didn’t have to cancel any dates for me.”
“Don’t worry. There’s enough of
me to go around.”
“So it says on the bathroom
walls.”
He laughed with her. “I like
you, Remy. Now why don’t you tell me what’s really going on with you and J.D.?
Because when I told him about our date earlier, he had visions of tearing my
head from my shoulders.”
“He did?” Why that gave her
pleasure, she didn’t want to think about. “I mean, well, we have a history.
Young love gone wrong.” Way wrong. “It was all innocent and years ago. There’s
nothing between us now.”
“Uh-huh.” He crossed his arms,
looking a lot less than believing.
“Really.” Why did she have to
explain herself? “I don’t appreciate the third degree. I had a nice time
tonight. I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Cole’s lips quirked. “I know
you hate to hear this, but you are so cute when you’re mad.”
“Shut up.” She tried to glare
at him and ended up smiling. “You’re so annoying.”
“Yet women love me. It’s part
of my curse.” He dropped his arms to his side and closed the distance between
them. “Now tell me what you need. A friendly ear? A warm hug? For me to tell
you again how cute you are when mad? Or how hot you are, and that all the guys
at work want to do you?”
“Cole.” She flushed.
“Yeah. It’s that sexy
innocence. You’re a beautiful woman, Remy. And I’m your friend. So come clean.
What’s really with asking me out on a date?”
“I need you to kiss me.”
He blinked. “Why?”
“Because you’re handsome?”
“I am, but that’s not why.”
She rolled her eyes. “Forget
it.”
“Now, now. I can’t have you
telling everyone I’m a tease.” He drew her closer, his warmth welcoming. “You
want a kiss? Okay. Just promise you won’t zap me if you don’t like it.”
She tentatively put her hands
on his shoulders, amazed at how much larger he was up close. “I won’t, I
swear.”
He cupped her face in his
hands. “I won’t lie and say I haven’t been wanting to do this,” he confessed before
settling his mouth over hers.
Remy stilled as his soft breath
met hers. He kept his hands on her face as he deepened the kiss. A gentle
trespass, but no more than she allowed as he sipped at her lips. She felt a
spark of interest, but it was nowhere near the intensity of what she’d felt
with J.D.
Cole tasted like crème brulee, and
he kissed with a smoothness that spoke of experience. He moved carefully with
her, and she appreciated his consideration. He was a good friend, but nothing
more.
“Not bad,” he said as they
parted. He studied her. “But not great either, hmm?”
Remy blushed, wishing she
hadn’t been so obvious.
Cole laughed and pulled her
closer for a hug. “I’m teasing you, Remy. Relax. Be honest—our kiss was
pleasant, but it didn’t rock your world.”
“You could tell?” She swore
she’d felt something hard brush her belly when they hugged, but she didn’t want
to be presumptuous and think she’d aroused him. Could she? Had she?
“You kissed me back, but you
aren’t breathless. No squirming, either. Definite tells. I have enough
experience to know these things.” He touched her nose and pulled away. “I’m
betting you don’t. Do me a favor. Make J.D. work for his kiss. Trust me, he can
stand to give you a little romance. And you’re worth it.”
She blushed again but smiled as
he left. The awkwardness she might have expected after their date hadn’t been
there. Her friend at work—and outside of work, apparently—Cole remained her
protector.
If only she could have felt a
deeper connection with him. Who knew where their night might have ended? Not
with sex, though she looked forward to that day. But intimacy with Cole
wouldn’t have been outside the realm of possibility. She liked him. She knew
him, and the fact that he had psychic ability made her feel at home.
She moved into her bedroom and
slipped on a slinky nightie she’d purchased ages ago, her one concession to
dressing sexy. The rose-colored satin gown ended at midthigh and had spaghetti
straps. Wearing it made her feel like a real woman, and the matching robe that
went with it would keep her warm while still letting her feel feminine.
She’d just filled a kettle of
water for tea when someone knocked at the door. Setting the kettle down, she hurried
to the peephole, wondering if Cole had returned. And if he had, should she let
him see her like this?
She peered out to see J.D.
staring over his shoulder. Her heart raced and she had to consciously catch her
breath. What was he doing here? It
had to be close to eleven at least. She unlocked and opened the door a crack.
Before she could say anything, he burst through.
“Where is he?” he asked grimly.
He looked around her living room before stalking down the hall toward the
bedrooms. Remy followed in his wake, more than a little annoyed.
“What are you doing here?” She
tried to tamp down the thrill at the thought that he might be jealous. She
shouldn’t want that, yet she liked him not wanting her with anyone else.
Because she felt the same way about him, even though she had no right to such
possession. God, I’m such an idiot.
She waited in the hall while he
stormed through both rooms, oblivious to the fact that he had no right to do
so.
“Cole’s not here,” he said in
confusion. He turned back to see Remy, and his eyes widened. “Good Christ. What
are you wearing?”
It dawned on her that the sexy
outfit might give the wrong impression. And then he was there, in her space,
backing her against the wall.
“Did you wear this for him?” he asked, his voice husky—with
rage or arousal, she couldn’t say.
“No.” She licked her lips,
aware he followed the movement like a hawk. “Cole left before I put on my
pajamas. We had dinner and a movie. I like him. He’s a friend.” She tried to
move, but he caged her between his body and the hands he braced against the
wall on either side of her head. “Move.”
“Make me.”
“J.D.…”
“That’s not what you used to
call me,” he murmured.
“Joshua,” she breathed, feeling
him with more than her body. Her heart and her energy, always confused and
needy when around him, pulsed with desire. It didn’t help when his energy
sought hers, like to like, and aroused her to no end.
He glanced down, shuttering his
gaze. “I see your nipples, hard little buds. You scared, baby?”
“Of you?” she tried to scoff,
but he ran a finger over her breast and she sucked in a breath.
“Of me.” He smiled before
lowering his mouth to hers. He gave her every chance to pull way, but she
waited, needy, hungry.
The kiss melted her into a
puddle of “hell yes” in seconds. He
groaned into her mouth and pinched her nipple. She gasped and ground against
him, arching up when he cupped her breast and moved to the other one, giving it
more attention.
“Fuck,” he rasped. “You feel so
good.”
“You too,” she whispered, not
sure when she’d put her hands on his shoulders, holding him close. The
distrust, the anger, the pain—all of it paled next to this growing need. What
she could never feel for Cole or any other man.
He stared into her eyes and she
saw the same desire, the same baffled lust she felt. His lips parted, but his
gaze never wavered. “You are the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I want to stay
away. I need to, but I can’t.”
“So don’t.” No more talking. No
past or future. Only the present mattered. Him and her. Finally together.
Remy’s body demanded she take charge. She’d dreamed about this with him.
J.D. dragged her close and
kissed her again. And that’s when she lost her train of thought, because though
she might comprehend the mechanics, the nuances of his taste and touch
scrambled the rational woman she tried so hard to be.
He deepened the kiss and pushed
her robe to the floor. Just like their time before, except now she knew they
wouldn’t stop. Not until she had him where she wanted him.
Love In Electric Blue
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