This week’s snippet is about mending a broken heart. While this snippet doesn’t get to the mending yet, there is sooo much heart break between Chey and Malcolm.
Since I’m on the road this week as I move from the east coast to the west coast, it’s a short one but I hope you enjoy.
“Go home, Malcolm. We’re done.” She prayed for once he’d listen.
“You think so do you?”
She swallowed, trying to force the lump from her throat. “We are. With Kane sending his lackey out here to check up on me, I’m pulling myself off this job. As far as I’m concerned, you’re off the hook. If you choose to deal with him on your own that’s on you. I don’t play games or politics so your brother can kiss my ass.”
“No, actually he can’t. No one is ever going to touch you but me.”
She jerked her head up and met his all too serious gaze. Shocked that he seemed to mean every last word. “What’s going on here?” She pushed at his hand on her thigh as it moved perilously close to the heated juncture between her legs. “You really need to stop touching me now.”
“Why?” His hand skirted along her hip to the flat expanse of her belly, leaving a trail of heat and desire in its wake. When he was about to graze her breast, she gasped and pulled his hand away.
“I’m leaving.” She wriggled away from him and threw her leg over the gearshift to switch seats. If he refused to stop then she’d take control and do what needed to be done, which right now was get as far away from Malcolm Gunn as possible before the animal inside her clawed its way out to reach him. Already, the cries in her head were out of hand and desperate. She’d been, unbelievably, about to push her hips into his hand when he’d moved around them instead.
Humiliation burned her cheeks as she considered that. It had just been too long, she tried to convince herself. That’s all. About to plant her butt on the butter soft leather seat, Malcolm grabbed her around the waist and yanked her back down into the passenger chair where he proceeded to wrap and lock the seat belt across her thighs.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Her lips curled into a snarl as her growing teeth poked at her lip. Shocked by the twin pricks of pain, she automatically looked down at her arms to see if any more of the change process had begun.
“Take a few deep breaths, darling, and relax. We’re just going to talk until you can calm her down and lock her back inside.” He glanced around the newly crowded parking lot. “Unfortunately this is not the place for us to lose control.”
“I never lose control,” she hissed.
“You will, darling, and very soon.” He quickly brushed his lips across her jaw before jumping out of her reach.
Everything he did and said incited the anger and need building inside her. Fortunately, at least a small section of her brain still worked properly enough to keep her mouth shut and her breathing even. It was her only hope of regaining control. With this level of sexual lust coursing through her, the slightest tussle with any emotion would do nothing but fan the flames and leave her a writhing mess. Then where would she be?
Fucking the most gorgeous man I’ve ever had the pleasure to hate in the middle of the parking lot of a flipping Waffle House, that’s where.
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