Kiss in the Dark – The End Zone
-- EXCERPT: “What the hell was that?” I demand, my blood boiling. “Making a big scene over that guy in front of everyone?” “I wanted to protect you,” he says, but my adrenaline is too high for me to accept it. “I can handle myself, thank you!” My voice reverberates down the hallway, booming enough to make Hunter wince and look around. “Abby, calm down.” Ah, the magic words. Just what every woman wants to hear when she’s upset—a man’s reminder not to let her emotions show. “Don’t tell me to calm down!” I shout, hoping to hell somebody hears. Hunter scans the hallway again, then grabs me by the arm and pulls me to a door beside the entrance to the hall. It’s a coatroom, and a pimple-faced attendant looks up from his seat, shocked at the two of us barging in. “Beat it,” Hunter tells the kid, who complies without a word. The door shuts, and I wrench myself free of Hunter’s grasp yet again. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I growl, squaring off against him. “We can’t fight like this in public,” he counters, his voice every bit as hard as mine. “I’m not going to let you ruin this event for those kids.” “Me?” I clamp my teeth together to keep from calling him every name in the book. “Last time I checked, you were the one who went all alpha male in there and threw a guy out.” “His hands were all over you,” Hunter shoots back, the color in his face rising. “Maybe, but what does that have to do with you?” “Everything!” He looms very close, and the musky scent of sandalwood that always clings to his skin floods over me. “Abby,” he says in a tight whisper. “You have no idea what it does to me to see someone else touching you like that.” “You’re jealous,” I spit. “So what if I am?” Suddenly his hands are on me, crushing me against his massive body. “Jesus God,look at you,” he says, feasting his eyes on me. “How could I not be?” His mouth dips down for mine, ready to crush our lips together, and I turn my head just in time. Partly to avoid igniting whatever memories a kiss might spark but also to keep from giving him the satisfaction of winning the prize of my mouth through sheer dominance. But all my turning away does is offer him my neck, and he finds it readily, ravaging the crook above my collarbone with greedy kisses. The stubborn fire in my chest flares. No matter how determined I am to resist him, the primal effect he has on my body is undeniable.
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