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General Romantic Suspense, Romantic Suspense
“I like the way you say my name.” Those sexy dimples flashed. “You’re the only woman who’s ever called me Kent, and when you say it, your voice goes soft and husky.”
His head came closer.
She sucked in a breath, tasted him and smoke, and put both her hands against his chest. Lora tried real hard not to notice how good he felt beneath her hands. How hard.
Damn. She liked the way he said her name, too. “I don’t want to get involved,” she told him and her voice wasn’t so soft anymore.
Not that getting involved would probably be a real problem with a guy like Kenton.
Here today, gone tomorrow.
His eyes locked with hers. His fingers still held her chin, not too hard, stroking lightly. “I want you, Lora Spade.”
Didn’t get more blunt than that. Her breath caught. For once, Lora wasn’t sure what to say.
“But I can keep my hands off…” He freed her chin and gripped the seat behind her. Lora’s palms pressed against his chest, feeling the heat of his skin through the clothing. “If you want to keep things professional, fine. I can play that way.”
She bet he could play any way. Her heart kicked faster.
“But I know something about you, sweetheart.”
Her stomach tightened because the man had one deep, rumbling voice. Growling in the dark.
“I know you feel this too.” He leaned in even closer, stopping when his lips were just an inch, maybe two, from hers. “Attraction, lust, need—call it whatever the hell you want, but for us, it’s there.”
She swallowed. “Y-yes.” She wouldn’t lie. Why bother? Lora felt the fire between them. A fire that could burn too fast, too hot.
“Don’t you want to see?” he whispered, and she felt his breath on her. “Before you turn away, don’t you want to know what it would be like?”
Why did people always want to touch the flames?
Why did she?
And every night had hurt.
Sometimes, you just didn’t want to be alone.
But, sometimes, you wanted a lot more than just another body with you. So much more.
So tempting. Too tempting. She’d been weak before and wound up with guilt and ash come morning.