Keeping Kennedy by Cameron Hart

KENNEDY:
He’s not my type. At all. Sure, he’s goofy and charming and yeah, sculpted and quite possibly the sexiest man I’ve ever seen, but he knows it. I bet he has had a different girl in his bed every night this week. And I also bet he doesn’t remember any of their names. Plus, there’s the fact that he’s a criminal. He’s completely wrong for me. My mind is made up about Slash. My body, on the other hand, is a treacherous thing.
But I can’t focus on that right now. I have a case to work on: dismantling and destroying the gang that is running a prostitution ring. I’m only working with Slash and the guys at Chaos as a means to an end. I need their help for this all to work. So, I can’t keep playing these games with Slash. I can’t entertain the idea of there being an “us.” I can’t think about how much I hate that I don’t hate him. And yet… I can’t ignore the way he looks at me. The way he touches me. The way he makes me want to lose control…

SLASH:
She’s all wrong for me. I mean, she’s a cop for crying out loud. But I do love pushing her buttons. I love seeing her all worked up. Love when those smoldering eyes of hers narrow and her fists tighten, letting me know she’s winding up for a fight. I want to do all sorts of filthy things to that tight little body of hers.
But there are more important things to think about. Like taking down the Devil’s Knights once and for all. Yeah, I gotta focus on that. And not on the spitfire of a cop who is making me feel all sorts of foreign things. She has me thinking about holding her, protecting her, opening up to her. She has me thinking about forever.