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YOU ONLY LOVE TWICE
General Contemporary Romance, Contemporary Romance
Marlie was back in her body again. Angelina was gone, and she was left to deal with the adrenaline and fear pumping fast and free through her arteries.
She stared at the drawbridge, saw how close they had come to death. She gasped and splayed a hand across her heart.
What a rush.
She gripped the steering wheel with both hands, her breath packed tight inside her lungs. Furtively, she glanced at Joel. He was staring at her.
She felt a little incredulous herself. There was no mistaking the spark of sexual attraction on his face. Desire shadowed the hollows of his cheeks, giving him a lean and dangerous look.
His eyes lowered in a heavy-lidded, totally masculine ogle. He wet his lips.
Yep, even though Angelina had almost gotten them killed, it seemed Joel had been quite turned on by her daredevil antics.
And Marlie was shocked to discover that so was she.
Joel undid his seat belt and scooted across the seat to cup her chin in his hand.
“That,” he said, “was one of the craziest, most foolhardy things I’ve ever seen anyone do.”
She couldn’t argue. She agreed one hundred percent. But it hadn’t been her. It was all Angelina’s doing.
“I know.” Marlie drew in a shuddering breath. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me.”
“Probably the same thing that’s come over me.”
Then Joel threaded his hand through her hair and fisted it there. He was going to kiss her and she wasn’t going to stop him.
Marlie held that indrawn breath, waiting, hoping, afraid to exhale. She could smell him and the lingering burn of smoke and danger. She wondered how many women before her had been this close to him.
Close enough to touch. To taste.
Oh, God, she was in trouble.
The threat of his lips dangled inches above hers. She saw the naked truth in his face. The rawness of his need shocked her.
Time to back out. She couldn’t handle what was happening. It was too much. Too soon. She didn’t trust that hot gleam in his eyes. She had to draw the line in the sand before she fell into the abyss and never recovered.
“I want you to take your hands off me,” she said, keeping her voice calm and steady when she was feeling anything but.
“Is that what you really want?” His voice was as smooth as cream.
The sweetness of his tone frightened her more than the lust in his eyes. Ah, she could be so easily lured in by him.
He leaned in closer until his lips were almost touching hers. “Really?”
She squirmed and felt a sudden gush of heat low in her belly. Closing her eyes, she murmured, “No.”
“Yes, you want me to kiss you, or no, you don’t? If you want it you have to ask for it. I don’t kiss a woman against her will.”
No! No! No!