Exclusive Excerpt: Katee Robert's An Indecent Proposal

AN INDECENT PROPOSAL by Katee RobertThere's something irresistible about a bad boy. When that bad boy is a part of Katee Robert's O'Malley family, well, so much the better! The O'Malleys have been on our radar for a while, so when we heard that Cillian would finally get his shot at love, we couldn't be happier! Of course, we were dying for a preview of An Indecent Proposal before its release at the end of the month. Lucky us, we've got an exclusive excerpt for everyone to enjoy!

Cillian has erected an emotional barrier that only Olivia seems to see past. Though the infamous O'Malley name sets off alarm bells in the head of the Russian mafia princess, she can't help but be enthralled by the tired and tortured man. Olivia must uncover Cillian's scerets in order to save her family. She never expected to fall in love ...

Maybe she should have just called the damn cab and sent Cillian home, but as stupid as it was, she couldn’t help feeling kind of responsible for him being injured. There was an old legend in a book that she’d read about as a kid that said if you saved another person’s life, you became responsible for it. Olivia had found the idea tragically romantic as a little girl.

Now? Now, she was starting to think it was a giant pain in the ass. She had enough to worry about. She didn’t need some O’Malley with more charm than sense mucking around in her life.

He offered to leave multiple times and you ignored him.

So what? That doesn’t mean I want this.

It doesn’t mean you don’t.

She cursed under her breath as the front desk agent passed over the hotel keys, very carefully avoiding looking directly at Cillian. Their room was on the second floor, so she slid under Cillian’s arm to support him—not that he asked for it—to get him into the elevator and up to their door. He didn’t say anything as she unlocked it and pushed it open. She stopped short when she caught sight of the single bed. “Damn it. I asked for a double.”

She deposited Cillian on the bed, then sat down next to him. “How are you feeling?”

“Like some asshole took a two-by-four to the side of my head.”

“No, really?” She rolled her eyes. “Are you still dizzy? Nauseous?”

He started unbuttoning his shirt. “Just tired.”

“What are you doing?” She had to fight against the insane urge to slap his hands away and clutch the shirt together to hide the growing slice of skin on his chest the parting fabric revealed.

He didn’t stop. “I’m covered in blood and feel like absolute shit. I can’t do a damn thing about how I feel, but I can get this shirt off.” He gingerly shrugged out of it, and then cursed when the dried blood made the fabric stick to his skin.

Olivia moved to help him, trying not to notice how freaking good he looked without a shirt on. The tattoos on his neck wound down, connecting with his sleeves and a giant mural over his left side, the ink only serving to accent a body that would have made her stop and take notice under any circumstances. Her fingers trailed down his chest as she finished unbuttoning his shirt. She stopped when his stomach tensed beneath her touch. “Am I hurting you?”

“No, nothing like that.”

She pushed to her feet, needing some distance between them since the whole of a king sized bed wasn’t anywhere near enough. “Let me get a washcloth and we’ll see about cleaning you up.”

“A sponge bath? Careful there, sweetheart—keep acting like that and I might actually start to think you like me.”

“Yeah, yeah.” She couldn’t help a small smile as she ran the water until it was warm and then wetted the cloth. But her humor faded as she came back into the room, faced again with all that skin. Just do it. Nurses do it all the time and it’s not weird. Sure, but she wasn’t a nurse. She was a bartender who was having uncomfortable thoughts about a man who was injured.

Uncomfortable sexy thoughts.

Olivia debated how to go about it for half a second and then went to her knees in front of him. There were faint red tracks down his chest that had bled through his shirt, and his hair was matted on the one side. “Hold still.” She ran the washcloth down his arm, figuring that was safe enough to start with.

He tensed again the second she touched him. She froze. “Are you sure I’m not hurting you?”

He huffed out a laugh. “It’s got nothing to do with hurt, sweetheart, and a whole lot to do with pleasure.” Then he turned those dark eyes on her, and her breath caught in her throat. It didn’t matter that he was walking wounded or that she wasn’t even sure she liked this guy. He seemed to reach out and run his hands over her body without moving a single muscle. She tried to hold back a shiver and failed miserably. If he could do that with a look, what could he do if he actually touched her?

Bad idea. Really, really bad idea.

She worked the washcloth over to his side. The tattoo there was massive, stretching from his shoulder over his chest and down his side to disappear into the band of his slacks. It was a dragon wrapped around a naked woman, but for the life of her she couldn’t tell if it was protecting the woman or about to take a chunk out of her.

“This artwork is amazing.” Without thinking, she trailed her washcloth down to the woman. Olivia couldn’t figure out if her face was frozen in fear or ecstasy. “Who is the woman?”

“She’s supposed to be God’s holy truth.” From his smirk, she guessed there was some deeper meaning there.

Olivia went back up to his shoulder. The blood was almost gone now except for on Cillian’s head, but she was hesitant to break this curiously intimate moment. And maybe, just maybe, I’m prolonging the time I’m going to have to stop running my hands over his body.

She finished with his neck and sat back on her heels. “I think your hair is going to have to wait until you can shower it, so you’ll have to talk to Doc Jones about that.”

“Thanks.” There it was again, that look that threatened to curl her toes. He reached out and took the washcloth from her and tossed it onto the nightstand. “I’m going to kiss you now.”

She should object, move away, do something other than rest her hands on the top of his thighs and tilt her head up. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Didn’t the last few years teach you anything? Apparently not because she wanted Cillian to kiss her again, and she wanted him to kiss her now.

Truth be told, she wanted him to do a whole lot more than that.

Olivia licked her lips. “Okay.”

His lips quirked up at the edges. “I can see I’m blowing your socks off. Let’s see if I can do better.” He cupped her face with one hand and then his mouth was on hers, soft and teasing, testing

She’d never been kissed like this, like she was something to be savored…valued. Like he had all the time in the world and he’d still never get enough.

Common sense tried to rear up and remind her that it was a goddamn kiss, not a lifetime commitment, but then his thumb feathered across the underside of her breast and all rational reasoning flew right out the window.

He rested his forehead against hers, and groaned. “You’re making it hard to be good, sweetheart.”

So don’t be good.

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