I dared her to spend a hot, no-strings night with me. Now I’m determined to keep her forever.
I’m Trace Weston, recently reformed womanizer. In the blink of an eye, I went from busy bachelor to full-time single dad. My life was already complicated before my sister-in-law asked me to show off my bedroom skills to her bestie, who’s wanting to experience real pleasure now that her one-and-only long-term relationship is over. Gorgeous Masey Garrett isn’t my “usual.” She’s shy, sassy, driven, and incredibly kind. Suddenly I’m falling fast…but she’s only mine for a night.
What’s a former player to do? Change the rules.
Now she’s under my roof night after night, letting me into her body and her life. Her heart? Not so much. She loves my newborn son. Me? I can’t tell. I’m pulling out all the stops to win her over, but she’s not taking me seriously. Other than passion, how can I reach her? Every attempt only pulls me deeper under her spell. Sure, I could drop an L bomb…except that once imploded my heart. But when her past collides with my desired future, can I risk everything and dare Masey to stay with me forever?
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“Trace,” she pants, clinging tighter as she tosses her head back.
It’s an offering. She’s inviting me to put my lips on her skin and taste her. She’s being vulnerable to me, giving herself to me.
No way I’m refusing that.
I wrap one hand around her nape again and squeeze, compelling her to tilt her head back. Yes… Now, she’s utterly mine, and I drag my lips up her soft, so-pale throat, skating my way across her jaw as I work my fingers into her long tresses and slowly close my fist, then tug her in exactly where I want her. As she gasps and her eyes flare wide with surprise, I swallow the sound with a growl and my kiss.
Then I consume her.
I work her lips open until she can’t possibly part wider, then I barge in, leaving her no defense against my onslaught.
Yes, I’m being ruthless. I can’t seem to stop myself. Whatever hesitations she has, I want them gone. Whatever barriers or protections she might have erected against men in general or me specifically, those need to go, too. I want to leave no part of her untouched by my hands, my mouth, my passion. I want to delve into her, drown inside her.
I’ve lost my fucking mind. But it feels too good to care, much less stop.
Masey arches, crushing her breasts against me as she whimpers into my kiss. She clings, her fingers latching on to my shoulders like a growing vine spreading across a fence and claiming its territory. I’m all too happy to be hers.
She’s too tempting not to tease, so with a last brush of my lips over hers, I pull back. She moans and lunges for me like I’m her air and she won’t be able to breathe without me. Her lips part, seeking mine in an insistent rush. I catch her chin in my grip, denying her another kiss while I study her dilated eyes and flushed cheeks. So female. So sensual.
I swipe my thumb across her bottom lip and draw it down, then begin dipping my head to her slowly. Her audible breaths fill the air between us as I cover her mouth and dive deep. When I drag my tongue against hers, the kiss turns wilder, more fiery than the last. So fucking hot I think I’m going to melt.
Jesus, this is insane.
With a shudder, she grips at my short hair and rubs her breasts against me like she needs relief only I can give her and rocks against my desperate cock, silently pleading.
I eat at her until I can’t think straight. Until I can barely breathe. It’s all I can do not to lower her to the floor, shove our clothes aside, forget the fact there’s a bed somewhere in this villa, and fuck her blind. But I promised her way more than a hot quickie. I promised her everything.
Time to get my head on straight and deliver.
Reluctantly, I pull my mouth free, tightening my fist in her hair to prevent her from suckering me in with another one of her kisses I find so damn hard to resist. “Bedroom?”
Raised an only child, Shayla occupied herself with lots of daydreaming, much to the chagrin of her teachers. In college, she found her love for reading and realized that she could have a career publishing the stories spinning in her imagination. Though she graduated with a degree in Marketing/Advertising and embarked on a stint in corporate America to pay the bills, her heart has always been with her characters. She’s thrilled that she’s been living her dream as a full-time author for the past eleven years.
Shayla currently lives in North Texas with her wonderfully supportive husband, her daughter, and two spoiled tabbies. In her “free” time, she enjoys reality TV, reading, and listening to an eclectic blend of music.
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