Rebel In A Small Town. Kristina Knight

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       PROLOGUE

      Two years ago

      “TONIGHT WE ARE going to take this slow?”

      Mara Tyler couldn’t find the words to answer, so she only smiled, letting her hands trail over the broad shoulders of James Calhoun—the very last man she should be having a clandestine affair with.

      The very last man for whom she should be having feelings of anything but the physical variety. Yet here they were, in Nashville. It had been nearly a week since she logged her last speaking engagement at the securities conference. James was supposed to have returned to their hometown of Slippery Rock, Missouri, three days earlier. He kept making excuses for why he was staying, but to be honest, Mara didn’t care.

      They stood at the window overlooking downtown Nashville. Neon signs twinkled in the darkness, and masses of people wandered from bar to bar and lounge to lounge. They’d been down there with the crowd until a half hour before, just like any other couple.

      They weren’t any other couple, though. He had been voted most likely to succeed in their high school class, was now a sheriff’s deputy and was next in line to become the sheriff. She had been voted most likely to blow something up, and although she’d changed, no one in their hometown would believe the girl who had broken several laws as a teen was now a respected securities consultant. Or that one of her partners in crime had been the sheriff’s son.

      None of that mattered. They were in Nashville, not Slippery Rock, and none of this was real. It was just for fun.

      James cocked an eyebrow, the back of his hand teasing the side of her breast.

      God, this was so much fun.

      “No answer?” he asked. “Then we’ll see how long you can take slow.”

      He lifted her in his arms and laid her gently on the bed. Slowly he unzipped one knee-high boot, letting it clatter to the floor, and then the next.

      Her hands found his shoulders, urging him up, but James seemed perfectly content between her legs.

      With one hand he pulled the zipper of her skirt down, down, and with the other he teased the bit of exposed flesh between her skirt and blouse. Mara’s muscles clenched and she fisted her hands against the soft, hotel room duvet. James pulled the skirt from her hips, tossing it over his shoulder. Her silk cami followed, and she was nearly naked before him. Only the green lace boy-briefs and matching bra covering her.

      Mara was torn. She wanted the lace gone, too, but she liked that dangerous look in his gaze. The look that said this was going to last a long time.

      She wouldn’t mind if it lasted forever. She could stay in this hotel room or even a desert island forever, just as long as James Calhoun was right there with her.

      That thought was nearly as dangerous as the look in James’s eyes, though, because this thing between them wasn’t real. It wasn’t forever. This was a fling. It was hard to remember that when his heat was burning her to the ground.

      Time to get this thing between them back on solid, nonthreatening ground.

      “When you said slow, I didn’t think you meant glacial,” she said and used his tie to urge him up. James planted a hand on either side of her, grinning.

      “You say glacial, I say leisurely,” he said. Then he covered her mouth with his, and his legs tangled with hers.

      Mara wrapped her arms around his neck, wanting to hold him here, right here, for as long as she could.

      They had done this a hundred times, and still she wasn’t tired of it. Of him. Still, she wanted more of him. Wanted to feel the hardness of his chest against her, wanted the heat from his skin to warm her, wanted to lose herself in him until she forgot that no matter what happened in a hotel room in another city, it didn’t mean anything could ever happen between them in real life.

      She didn’t want to go down that road quite yet, though, so she loosened his tie, pulling it from his neck, and then unbuttoned his shirt, letting her hands meander over the wide expanse of his chest for a few moments.

      “I can go glacial, too,” she said, before pushing the shirt from his shoulders.

      James reached for the buckle of his belt, but Mara put her hand over his and stopped him.

      “Slow, remember?”

      He lifted one eyebrow. “You were just complaining about the glacial pace.”

      True, but now that she thought about it, glacial could be fun. As long as he was on the receiving end, just for a little while. She found the tie on the bed and held it up.

      “Maybe you’ve convinced me that glacial has its interesting points.”

      Mara pushed against his shoulders until James was flat on his back, and she dangled the tie from her fingertips.

      “Hands up, Officer.”

      James grinned, but he raised his hands above his head, grasping the spindles of the headboard in his hands.

      “That’s ‘deputy,’ ma’am, not ‘officer.’”

      “Deputy Calhoun, do you know why you’re being confined?” she asked mildly as she tied the tie loosely around his wrists.

      “Speeding?”

      Mara chuckled. “The speed limit in this room is ‘leisurely.’”

      “And I was going glacially?”

      “Something like that.” With his arms secured, Mara reached for the buckle of his belt. She slid the leather from the clasp, and then unsnapped his pants. She kissed his sternum, and couldn’t resist licking her way down his washboard abs.