My Aliyah - Heart in Chains
Texas Heat 2

Excerpt

For a few minutes nothing was said. There was just thick, tense, deep quiet. Ty was trying to digest the information. Mossad? She had to be kidding. Right? He loved to give her a hard time; she was just so damn cute when she was angry. But what if she was telling the truth? There had to be some reason Alvarez was convinced she was the best person to keep him breathing. Could this soft, luscious little morsel actually be a deadly Mossad agent? He was trying hard, really hard, to wrap his brain around it. Nah! It couldn’t be possible. He had met a couple of Mossad in the past. They were the meanest, most vicious, sons of bitches he had ever been around. Okay, he’d give her the benefit of the doubt—for now. But she was definitely going to have to offer him some kind of proof. Ty muddled through what he knew. How was he going to deal with her? Analyzing the situation, he decided he had some options. One, he could fall in with her plan and be a meek, good Ranger and let the supposed Mossad agent stand between him and the big, bad Mexicans. Two, they could fight about it, work at odds, and possibly both get killed. Or three—and his personal favorite—he could lull her with hot sex, wear her out physically, and then when she was too satisfied and sated to care he would show her who was boss.

Option three brought a smile to his face. So, yes definitely, option three, and it certainly wasn’t going to be a hardship. He wanted her so badly he couldn’t see straight. No time like the present to put the plan in action.

First, distraction.

“So, I guess you’re Israeli?”

At his obvious question, Aliyah burst out laughing. “How astute of you! Correct.”

Second, sweet talk.

“Do you know how beautiful you are?” His voice was thick and low, heavy with lust.

Aliyah seemed so startled and shocked by his second comment, she almost ran off the road. “No,” she answered too quickly, “and do not start trying to snow me!” she scolded him. “Our situation is far too critical to take lightly. My looks or lack of them has no bearing on the task at hand.” She sat up just a little straighter in the seat, and seemed to pull away from him the slightest bit.

Undeterred, he stayed on course. Funny, it felt like more than a plan, maybe because everything he was saying was true. Get a grip, Landon! “When you looked into my eyes, Aliyah, did you feel that same electric attraction thing that I do?” She didn’t answer, so he forged ahead, intent on her seduction. “There is a familiar feeling, like we knew each other before.” He paused for effect, picking up one chunky curl of midnight soft hair. He turned it loose because she shot him a look that told him he was about to draw back a nub. Fearless, Ty forged ahead, taking his own life in his hands. “If we’re going to be spending so

much time together, we might as well enjoy ourselves.” Pause. Pause. “Would you like to be my woman, Aliyah?” Even though it started out as a calculated come-on, Tyler’s cock was definitely sitting up and taking notice.

If his words had not made her feel both pissed off and depressed, she might have found his calculated bullshit funny. Did she want to be his woman? How chauvinistic could you get? It was better to ignore the fact that her heart was beating faster and his seductive voice was making her panties damp. “No, I do not feel the need to be your woman,” she answered in a half laugh. “Ranger

Landon, it would be better for the mission if you do not think of me as a female; that is my standard practice.” Her voice was tight, as if what she said brought her a hint of pain.

Her words got a rise out of Tyler. “Are you crazy, doll-face? I have never seen a more beautiful, perfect woman.” He leaned toward her; she could feel his breath on her cheek. “Not think of you as female? Ask me to do the impossible, why don’tcha? I could easier catch a bolt of lightning in the palm of my hand or stop the sun from rising than think of you as less than a woman. Aliyah, you are

sexy and exciting as hell. I want you; I’ve wanted you from the first moment I saw you. There is no way I’m going to be able to keep my hands off of you. In fact, the first moment you stop this car, I’m going to kiss you till your eyes cross.”

She drew in a sharp breath and looked over at him, expecting to see a grin that would tell her he was teasing her.

Instead, he appeared to be dead serious, and so compelling that her nipples began to peak once more. Quickly, she wiggled in the seat, trying to angle her body away from him so he wouldn’t see her blatant arousal. She wasn’t successful. She felt one of his strong fingers touch the hard nubbin of one nipple as it poked out through her bra and shirt. “Beautiful. What color are they?” Tyler had been bold enough to extend that finger to her side of the car and onto her body—he wouldn’t be so lucky getting it back.

Aliyah grabbed the offending finger and bent it in such a way to make him think twice before invading her personal space unbidden again. “Hell, woman!” he yelled. “You nearly broke my damn finger!”

“Do not touch without permission,” she told him sternly. He didn’t apologize. He didn’t say anything, he just sat there holding his finger, looking at her like he couldn’t quite believe what she had done. Aliyah almost felt sorry for him. Apparently, he wasn’t used to his amorous advances being shot down. “We should not make light. We must stay focused; your life is at stake.” Aliyah

willed her body under control. She couldn’t afford to let down her guard. A man like Ty Landon would never want the real Aliyah. Better he be pushed away now than her be pushed away later.

The next words out of Tyler’s mouth almost made her laugh.

“Well, if I’m going to die, Aliyah, at least I want to die happy.” He just wouldn’t quit. She could not believe he was picking up right where he left off. He kept his fingers on his side of the console, but he did lean close. “Answer me, baby. I need to know. You can trust me; I promise not to touch anymore without asking—or reading your signals. What color are your nipples, Ah-Lee-Ah? I bet they taste as sweet as candy.”

Ty kept pushing; he was doing his best to get to her. And to tell the truth, he was succeeding. Never before had she felt such a driving need to get close to a man. Perhaps it was the danger that was hot on his trail making her want to protect him and live every moment to its fullest. Still, she was tempted to give him a signal that he could read clearly, a bird, perhaps? Aliyah

didn’t pause to determine why, but she decided to humor him. “Not that you need to know, but they’re rose colored, I guess,” she answered quietly. Why was she playing his game? She was only going to get hurt. “Enough of that. Let’s talk about something else, something important.”

She had her right hand resting on the gear shift between them. Without asking, he covered her hand with his own, and immediately began to rub it sensuously. Currents of awareness rippled up and down her body. “Okay, we’ll talk, but I want to touch.” He picked her hand up and brought it over to rest right on top of his crotch. Unbelievable. Aliyah didn’t know whether to kill him or kiss him.

Adult Excerpt

Aliyah jerked awake. She had been touched! Every battle instinct that she had went on red alert. Slipping the knife from her thigh, she flipped her attacker onto his back and held him at her mercy. With one slight move she had the knife right where it could do the most good. The tip end of it nestled at the base of a tender sac. The only thing saving her nemesis was his thin BVDs. About two seconds later, she was awake enough to realize it was Ty she had waylaid. She remembered where she was and how she got there. Still, opportunity was knocking and Aliyah was nothing if not resourceful. A quick thinker, she decided to play the hand she had been dealt. “All right, Ranger Landon. Do I have your attention?”

“Undivided.” She had to give him credit, he appeared to be nonplussed. “I’m sort of attached to my business, baby. What did I do to get your dander up?”

“You must have touched me in your sleep. This is how I react when I’m startled out of my slumber.” She could feel his cock pressing against her. It was hard and throbbing. Had he been like this all night? Poor baby. Mustering up her courage, she decided to make the most of the situation.

“I will do you no permanent damage, if you cooperate.” She kissed him on the end of the nose. It was almost dark in the room, but she could still see his face quite clearly. To say he looked surprised was putting it lightly. “You are a living doll, Ranger. Would you like to be my man?”

Ty chuckled. “You turned the tables on me.” With a seemingly effortless twist of his body, he rolled her over until he had her pressed securely into the mattress beneath him. “The knife to my twig and berries wasn’t necessary, sweetheart, there’s nothing I’d rather be than your man.”

Aliyah was careful not to stick him as she pulled the knife from between them. Instead of using it on him, she threw it to the floor. For this she needed both hands. Edging one knee and one leg out from under him, Aliyah put an arm around his neck as if she were about to pull him down for a kiss. Instead, she applied unexpected pressure to a few strategically placed nerves, and flipped the two hundred fifty plus pounds of cowboy to his back. Now, she was on top, astraddle an erection as big and hard as an iron pipe.

“Oh, baby!” He laughed. “I’m going to enjoy playing with you.” With slow, caressing movements, he slipped his hands under her tank top. “What did you have in mind, Ah-Lee-Ah? You gotta know I’ll do most anything you ask, jump through a hoop, take a long run on a short pier. I’m yours for the taking.”

Moving slightly, she took hold of his hands, pulling them away from the bare skin of her back. She didn’t want him to find the scars—couldn’t bear to see the look of disgust and rejection on his face when he realized exactly who she was and what she’d had to do to survive. Kissing him across his brow, down the bridge of his nose, Aliyah trembled on top of him. “This is for the good of the mission. Our sexual tension, it is causing too much distraction. Now, lay perfectly still, or I will

have to temporarily paralyze you.” She smiled so radiantly at him, that he started to volunteer for the paralysis, but he really, really wanted to participate in this sensual exercise. “Take off your underwear,” she ordered.

Without arguing, Ty raised his hips up and shucked his shorts. “Take off yours,” he urged, obviously aroused.

“My nakedness will not be required for this encounter.” She wiggled around until she fit her damp, silk-covered center over his engorged cock. Tyler moaned his appreciation at the erotic contact. “I don’t mean to put in, doll-face. This is

your rodeo, but it would all go in a lot smoother if there wasn’t so much material clogging up the works.” He caught his breath as she started to ease herself up and down over his tumescence. Her clit dragged deliciously over the hard ridge of his flesh. Stop! she warned herself, her pleasure was not what this was about. She stilled, knowing she could not allow any intimacy on her part without revealing to him her sordid history. All the background information she had dredged up on him told her that he was a good man, while she was unworthy to lace his shoes.

“I want inside you,” Ty growled, trying to push her underwear aside. “Now!” he demanded.

Aliyah captured both of his hands within her own. “We do this my way or not at all. Understand?” She was talking big, but Aliyah was so excited she was already damp with desire. “I am in control.”

Ty clenched his teeth. “Hell! Fine! Whatever you say! Just please, for God’s sake, take off your top and let me suck on those sweet tits!”

His demand fired up her blood. For a moment, she debated the issue, then giving in to both of their needs, she surrendered on that point. Lifting her arms over her head she pulled the tank top off, revealing honey colored breasts tipped with nipples that were puffed up with passion, stiff and distended, seemingly reaching for his lips.

“Sweet Jesus,” he breathed. “How fuckin’ perfect can you get?” Reverently, he touched them, one in each hand, like he was testing their weight. Running his palms up the sides of the generous mounds, he circled them languorously. “I have never seen more beautiful breasts. Do you like that, Ah-Lee-Ah?”

“Oh, yes,” she sighed as she fought not to scrub her pussy over him. Her labia lips were cupped over his girth as if they were two pieces of the same puzzle—they fit like a matching set. “But do you have to say my name like it has seven syllables?” Laughing, she decided to enjoy the moment, so she put her hands over his, pressing them into the flesh of her breasts. “Harder,” she demanded.

He found her nipples with his fingers and began milking them with sure, toe-curling strokes. Aliyah leaned into his hands, the joy she was receiving from his touch was a thousand times more than she had imagined. “Suck them, Tyler. I need your mouth on me!”

At her bidding, he anxiously brought his lips to her breast. “Mmmm, I’ve dreamed of getting these into my mouth. Let’s see if they taste as good as they look.”

Aliyah closed her eyes in ecstatic bliss as he began to lave and suck and pull and suckle. Ty wasn’t quiet about it either. He expressed his enjoyment in moans and grunts of appreciation. Grasping his head with both hands, she kissed him on top of his soft brown hair repeatedly as he nursed at her breast.

“I want you!” he gritted, letting one nipple pop from his mouth. “I can’t stand it. I’m about to explode!”

She wanted him, more than she had ever wanted anyone or anything in her life, but her sense of decency held her back. Aliyah wasn’t ready to bare her heart and soul, and until she could do that, she would not go all the way with him. Instead, she would give him relief. “I will take care of you.”

Before he could say Judge Roy Bean, she had slid down until her mouth was level with his penis. “Aliyah, what are you doing?” He tried to pull her up, but she held back. “I want to make love to you.” He knew his voice had a hard, desperate edge to it.

“Patience, baby, I am going to make love to you.”