Excerpt:

A small smile brushed across his lips. "I'm not mad at you, you silly goose. If it hadn't been for you, Hilary wouldn't be upstairs right now." The smile deepened into something more than pure gratitude and Anna shivered in anticipation as he stood again, walking around the desk until he stood directly over her.

She sighed as he bent and brushed his lips through her hair, feeling the warmth of his breath against her scalp. At that minute, she couldn't have cared less about propriety. She just wanted him to kiss her properly, to taste his lips on hers, to feel his warmth hard up against her. Her tummy trembling, she bent her head upwards, offering him her face. But instead of kissing her, he brushed a strand of hair off her forehead, tucking it gently behind her ear before moving behind her and wrapping his arms around her shoulders, pulling her back against the chair and into his embrace. His hands were clasped at her waist, trapping her securely, and he nuzzled the nape of her neck, puffing a teasing breath into her ear as his lips moved closer to her face.

Anna couldn't help herself, pushing more firmly against him and leaning her head back until his lips were over her forehead; then he was covering her closed eyes with tiny moist kisses, tracing a line down her cheek until his lips finally found hers. The wait had been excruciating, but now that he'd claimed her mouth for his, he didn't hold back. As his lips moulded over hers, his fingers kneaded her stomach. Helpless to her own desire, she kissed him back, deepening the kiss and encouraging him as her tongue met with his.

She reached her arms behind the chair, stretching until her hands came in contact with his thighs. She stroked them rhythmically with her palms, up and down, smoothing against the fabric, as he let his own hands stray from the safety of her tummy. He cupped her breasts lightly, his mouth never leaving hers, then his thumbs were reaching out for her nipples, squeezing and stroking through the fine fabric of her shirt. Already hard, they sent flames zigzagging through her body, pooling between her legs. Unthinking, she relaxed even further, enjoying his caresses, her arms snaking up around his neck to hold him close.

She had no idea how long their kiss went on, she was drowning in the comfort of his arms, but she flinched and sat up suddenly when a car door slammed on the street outside. More reluctantly, Kel pulled away, not immediately releasing her. The sun was just starting to peek around the edge of the curtains, and she shuffled in the chair, noticing the daylight that was pushing the shadows back to the corners of the room.

Author BIO: Heather Reilly lives in the Australian outback. When she’s not writing (which isn’t very often) she can usually be found attempting to round up her sons, cats, and poultry, or trying to restore her 100 year old garden. Occasionally, she even manages to sneak in a few hours reading a good book. Unfortunately, since that tends to involve running away and hiding on the side verandah, it doesn’t happen as regularly as she’d like! Out of Reach is Heather’s third romance suspense book to be published. She has also written many erotic romances using the pseudonym Amy O’Connor.