“It’s spectacular. I thought we’d lost it. I thought…” He shook his head and his lips curved, and the smile he wore kept undoing her little by little. “We just let it be, and it came through.” He took it from her hands, and Sydney knew it was now or never.
“Damien, I need to talk to you about…last night.”
He set the diamond down, and there must have been something in her tone, for his entire expression became guarded.
“All right, talk.” He stood and crossed his arms. His eyes were shuttered, his face was beginning to look tight. “What about last night.”
His tone was flat and remote. His defenses instantly coming up.
Her poor darling. She would need to seriously love that I’m-not-good-enough complex out of him.
“Well, you know I love Court—“ she began.
Jealousy flared up in his eyes and his hands shaped fists at his sides. “Damn, you’re stubborn, Sydney,” he growled, “Are you insisting you want Court still? After last night, baby? After you came so hard—“
“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about!” she cried, almost laughing over his stubbornness.
Damien quieted down, a slow smile appearing on his face over her frustration.
She drew in a relaxing breath and began again. “You’re moody, Damien. You’re a moody bastard.”
“And you’re perfect,” he said, lips continuing to curve as he took a step.
It was as if Damien could see something in her eyes, for he was now grinning, ear to ear, as if he already knew what she came here to say.
She took a step back, trying to keep distance between them, and calmly added, “You’re a diamond in the rough and I’m not even sure there’s any way to polish you quite right.”
“But you, baby, you’re flawless,” he said, backing her up.
“You’re difficult,” she continued, still breathless.
“You’re exquisite,” he retorted plainly.
“You have a past more colorful than a fucking rainbow…” she continued.
“And you are a rainbow, Syd,” he countered, reaching out to hold her cheek in his hand.
She stopped backing away, inhaling a sharp breath as she took in his countenance and noticed that he looked down at her with the most beautiful, tender eyes. The most raw, open eyes she had ever seen in Damien Knight.
“I love you,” she croaked, searching his face, “I’ve tried pretending otherwise, I’ve tried not to….”
Hissing a sound, Damien leaned forward with his features etched with desire and tenderness as he pulled her up against his hard chest.
“Shh,” he said, instantly swooping down his head to hers, hands on her shoulders drawing her to him, “Shh, baby, holy fuck shut up and kiss me now, you incredible girl. I’m a moody bastard and I know I don’t deserve you, but love me back. Love me the fuck back, Syd.”
He grabbed the back of her head and took her lips without remorse.
Sydney could fly from the heat and thirst of his kiss. That wicked tongue twirling and sucking on her, feasting from her.
“I’m insane about you, Sydney,” he said with a gruff voice as he held her to him, and he looked as undone about her confession as she was about listening to his. He held her face and looked deeply into her eyes as he continued hastily. “I’m a fucking diamond in the rough and probably a handful but if you give me a chance I will earn your trust, I will earn your love,” he said, his eyes blazing with determination as he stared into her face and waited for her to nod.
His words felt branded into her soul and Sydney nodded.
“I love you, you gorgeous girl—“
Sydney’s fingers dove into his hair and she raised herself to her toes even as Damien dropped his head. They met halfway in a kiss so heated that it caused his cock to swell under his clothes.
Sydney sucked on his tongue as she tugged on the sash of his satin bathrobe and exposed his cock. She knelt at his feet and lovingly cradled his sac, teasing his cock with her tongue. She trailed the tip up and down the length.
Damien grabbed fistfuls of her hair and pushed demandingly into her.
“Am I coming in your mouth, Syd?” he asked her, tone gravelly and aroused.
She nodded and Damien’s eyes glinted with promise.
“Only if I get to eat you up next,” he told her as he licked his lips like a wolf, clearly savoring the taste of her pussy already.
Sydney stopped sucking him and said, “Always. Fair is fair.”
Ravenously, she continued feasting on the man she loved and had always wanted. She kissed and fondled him, tasted his skin and caressed every inch of his hard shaft, every moment that she did glorying in the look of love in his eyes as her difficult, frustrating and lovable moody bastard watched her.
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Blurb:
He is determined to ignore the way she sets his body on fire and his teeth on edge.
She is determined to forget the way she's wanted him for years.
After years of crushing on her best friend's brother, Sandy Brown is determined to come home and return all of the things she may (or may not) have stolen from the hot and difficult Beckham Winters.
He hates her.
She wants to get over her young girl's crush.
If only Beckham would stop making her toes curl and her heart beat like a drum in her chest.
Kissing him wasn't part of the plan.
Nor getting closer than she'd ever gotten to the guy.
The plan was to return his things, make peace with the past, and move on with her life.
The plan was definitely not letting him steal her heart the way she'd, for years, stolen his damn clothes...
Excerpt:
Feeling very much the evil seductress, she bent her head to his ear and felt him go motionless beneath her. “See? A part of you wouldn’t mind to go slumming with me. Don’t you hate me for being so pretty, Beckham?”
He grabbed her hips and she expected to be raised and shoved aside, but instead, angry hands pulled her down harder to his lap, shocking her.
Steel pressed into her buttocks and it took her a heart-stopping, toe-curling moment to realize it was his cock. Fully erect on his lap.
His voice tumbling into her ear, his finger’s biting into her hips, he warned her in a deadly voice, “If my sister weren’t watching, I’d show you right here and right now what would make me immensely happy.”
A streak of lightning rushed through her as his voice reached her core and he pumped his hips upward so she could feel him.
He didn't sound angry but he sounded incredibly aroused. It frightened her. It aroused her too. That definitely frightened her.
She leapt to her feet and spun around, unsettled, unsure of what to do. She grabbed her cocktail from the table and dumped the contents on his head.
“Don't count on it, Becks, I like my men with balls enough to take me when I climb into bed with them.”
And before he could react, her heart roaring wildly in her ears, she grabbed something from the table that probably belonged to him, and she blended into the crowd.
“Oh my god, why did you do that? What did he say?” her friends exploded.
Too late she realized they had all been watching. Even Calli.
“He said um, n-nothing. I’m sorry, Calli, I just…” She realized she’d taken his keys. Oh, God, she’d thought she was over this issue. But he made her too anxious and… “Can you please give these to him?” She put the keys in Calli’s hands and then she stumbled around and headed outside, her throat constricting painfully tight.
So she was back to stealing?
She hadn’t stolen anything in ten years.
She didn’t seem to steal anything from anyone except…him.
She didn’t understand why.
She swallowed as she searched her phone to call for a taxi. She didn’t want to spend the money on taxi but she didn’t want to stay here after what she’d done either. She w
anted to make peace. Some sort of closure. But her impulsive attitude with him would get her nowhere. This was such a bad idea, she didn’t even know why she’d thought, a few weeks ago, that it was a good one.
The taxi halted, and as she slid inside, someone slid behind her and slammed the door shut, putting out a hundred dollar bill and barking out an address.
Sandy turned, her mouth open in protest, but Beckham grabbed her lips with two fingers and urged them closed. “Not now,” he growled.
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Red Garnier is the author of multiple novellas for St. Martin’s press, erotic romances, and contemporary romances.
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