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Hero Sandwhich

Meg wondered what color his eyes were behind his mask's opaque eye slits. The only thing she could really see of him was the lower half of his face.

She'd always thought Cougar had a grim, hard mouth, but now she realized his upper lip had a deliciously sensual curve, while the lower pouted ever so slightly. God, she wanted to kiss him.

Why not?

Why not just zip in, steal a kiss, and zoom off before he could grab her? He'd never know who it was. Hell, he might not even be sure what happened.

Her heart thudded an eager adrenalin beat. It was so risky. If he got those big hands on her...

She'd love it.

No, Meg, you would not, she told herself sternly. You'd go to jail.

Well, probably not. It wasn't against the law to steal a kiss, and he didn't know she'd been Sneak Thief. Where was the harm? Besides, Cougar might be big and strong, but speed was Lynx's talent. She was pretty sure she could fly off before he could catch her.

Meg floated closer. One inch. Two. Sloooowly. Holding her breath. She could smell him now, leather and man. His armor was exquisitely made in contrasting shades of warm brown, trimmed in metallic gold. It looked faintly Roman and extremely butch, unlike the spandex many heroes wore. She'd seen it stop bullets, so it had to be made of something more than just leather.

Her gaze focused on his seductive mouth. She licked her lips. Her heartbeat thundered. She was close enough now to reach out and kiss him. Tensing, ready to fly, Meg leaned forward the few inches she'd need to make contact with those velvet lips...

Powerful arms snapped around her like the jaws of a trap springing shut. She slammed against Cougar's chest so hard, the breath left her in a stunned whoof.

As Meg gasped, a white grin spread across the mouth she'd wanted so badly to taste. "You've been a bad, bad girl, Paparazzi."