“Stunning, sensuous, thrilling ride!” ~Amazon Reviewer
“I’m not going to bite.” The side of his mouth curved upward, amusement in his voice. “I’m not a rapist either.”
“I didn’t say you were.” Gracie retorted, feeling herself redden more.
“You didn’t have to.”
She stopped to look at him. The deep timbre of his voice oozed like dark honey across her skin. Holy crap. He was sex personified. The subject of her fantasies during the lonely nights that had become so much a part of her life. Underneath the street lamps, his hair was thick and dark. A dark brown, maybe? His chiselled face with those deep blue eyes, complimented by a firm mouth with a slightly fuller bottom lip had Gracie wanting to suck on it.
With a sigh, she extended her hand. What was the harm in putting her hand on his? It was just a handshake.
But the moment his hand enveloped hers, something warm and sensual gave a low buzz through her. The sparks that started from her fingertips, to her palm and into her nerves gave her a jolt. His handshake was firm, no problem with that. But why, oh why, did she think it was also erotic? She looked down at their hands. Her hand encased in his, his fingers curled around her mound of Venus, her imagination going wild. She shivered. How could a simple handshake tease the carnal gland buried in her neurons, coaxing it to the surface when it was already past its ‘use by’ date?
“Cold?” he asked, his voice suddenly turning husky. It pierced her, causing her heart to accelerate and stoking the wetness she had in the apex of her thighs.
She tried to pull her hand away, but he didn’t let go. She looked up at him in confusion. They stood beside the driver’s side of her car on a secluded street where the only illumination came from the street lamps along the road. He was inside her personal space that she could feel the heat of his body caressing her front.
“Go out with me.”
Her eyes widened. Whoa, he was fast. “Excuse me?”
“Go out with me,” he repeated, still not letting go of her hand.
“Why?” Her heart thudded so hard it was coming out of her ears.
Instead of replying, he swirled his thumb over her skin in figure eights. It belied the sensuality of his caress before he placed her palm face up to run circles over the pulse that beat erratically in her wrist. The sensations made her inhale softly. Her mind veered back to imagining his thumb swirling her sex spot the way he was doing now to her hand. Gracie knew she had to get away. He probably thought that she was so easy. Reluctantly, she pulled her hand out of his. That alone gave her a wake-up call from the carnal road her thoughts were taking.
“Thanks for the help, but I don’t think going out with you is necessary.” She laughed softly, hoping her voice didn’t betray her. She turned to slip into the driver’s seat but before she could do so, he moved closer. She almost made the mistake of leaning towards him. She inhaled and almost sighed in pleasure when the notes that composed his cologne wrapped around her. Gracie groaned inwardly at the tempting morsel this handsome stranger posed. She was caught between desperately wanting and firmly refusing.
“That’s close enough.” She kept her head averted, unable to help the huskiness that seeped into her voice. She risked being drawn to him if she turned to face him. Her mind was in no position to combat her traitorous body. He leaned forward. Was he about to kiss her? Trepidation and excitement flooded her veins, making her pulse jump almost out of her skin. She placed her hand on his chest to push him away, but it was like pushing against a concrete wall. His body heat travelled through her, suffusing her with an ache that defied all rational thought. A wave of longing crested over her, drowning her. She welcomed it for once, allowing the longing she felt to reach the shores of her bruised soul, just to know that she could still feel. That she was alive. It had been so long since this happened to her and to experience it, if only for the briefest of moments, permitted her the luxury of realizing that she was a warm blooded human being. Yet in the same token, her body shied away, already anticipating the pain. A pain so indescribable that she wouldn’t even wish it on her worst enemy. Even on the handsome stranger’s girlfriend. The pain of being broken inside, resigned to the fact that she would never be good enough.
For any man.
“Please don’t,” Gracie whispered.
She didn’t stop the scoffing laugh that came from her throat. She raked him with her gaze, taking every glorious hot inch of maleness into her brain.
“Seriously? I’m not that kind of woman who’d jump into what you’re offering.”
“Why is that?” His voice was like sexy rum. Intoxicating. He leaned back to look at her, his gaze warming her face. “Let me make up for what Cilla did to you.”
“It’s not necessary.”
“It is,” he said before cocking his head to one side. “What’s stopping you?”
Gracie was being pulled to him, only a thin thread of sanity held her away from throwing herself in his arms. No, this couldn’t happen. She didn’t want it to happen. Who was she kidding? She had to break his hold on her. She was going to lie, knowing that what she was going to say would destroy anything that could have happened between them. It was for the best despite feeling that it wasn’t the right thing to do.
She looked straight into his eyes, wanting to drown in them. In the end, she gave him a smile of regret.
“Because I’m married.”
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