An excerpt from Good Girl Gone Bad:

“It’s, ah—for work.” She grabbed for the book. "May I have it back now?"
 

Luke swung it above her head, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Work, huh?” He lowered the book, folded it close and held it in one hand, seemingly taunting her to try for it again.
 

Of all the imagined fantasies of being alone with Luke, being caught reading about sex never came into her thoughts, let alone teased about it. “I…it’s…” If she was going to be an honest to goodness writer, she needed to act like one. She raised her chin a notch and looked him squarely in the eye. "Research," she said in a meek voice.
 

He set the book down and braced his hand on the top shelf above Reagan's head and leaned his head down. “What exactly is it you want to learn from these books, Reagan?”
 

Little vibrations hummed through her body from the way he said her name, deep, rich cords, almost a whisper. She dropped her chin and glanced away. “I—I don’t know, exactly.”
He captured her chin with two fingers, lifting her gaze to meet his for several long moments that held Reagan's breath. “Tell me.”
 

“I…” She moistened her bottom lip, craving for him to lean down and kiss her.
 

He lowered his gaze to her damp lips as he lightly traced his fingers from her chin down her throat to cover her wildly beating pulse. “Don't you know what’s in those books, Reagan?”
 

Luke’s words swirled over her mouth in a moist caress, Reagan breathed the faint taste of coffee and sugar. How she wanted his firm mouth to press against hers, to kiss her, to ravish her… Slowly she shook her head, biting her lower lip.
 

His fingers left her pulse, his hand moved down her chest, over the ruffle of her blouse and skimmed across the fabric to the swell of her breast, cupping it so softly Reagan nearly cried out, only contained herself knowing someone would come if she made a noise. For now, their corner of the bookstore was empty.
 

“Look at me.”
 

She sucked in a breath and slowly returned her gaze, fearing she would find him amused. Instead he rewarded her with a look of satisfaction and his hand pressing harder against her breast, lifting upward and squeezing her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
 

Reagan fought against a spasm of pain and unexpected pleasure, tensed against the warmth radiating between her legs.

“Do you want to know what’s in those books, Reagan?”

She never knew her body could feel like this, tight and aching, yearning and alive. If those books could teach her how to have this again and again, then… “Yes, Luke. I want to know.” She barely recognized her tone, she sounded ragged, out of breath, seductive.
Luke lowered his mouth and suckled her bottom lip, nipping it before moving to her throat. The stubble of his beard scraped against her skin, sensitizing her flesh. Reagan dropped her head back, fingers digging into the wood shelf behind her for support.

“Do you want me to show you what’s in those books?”

“Y-yes.”