“I can’t go on
with him when all I can think about is you,” I finally confess. “I need you out
of my life.”
Silence fills the
room. All I can see is him, so close to me. He doesn’t look at me—his gaze
lingers on my dress, those long lashes hiding his emotions. I don’t know what
he’s thinking. His breath is hot on me, and I want more. He presses a hand
softly against my hip and melts me to my core. I want him to say something. I
want him to tell me he doesn’t want to see me with David. I want him to be angry,
to feel something.
But he’s so damn
calm.
Until…
Finally, he looks
up at me, his gaze slowly reaching mine. In his eyes I see anger, hurt, and…
desire. He raises his hand to my cheek and touches it. So softly I barely feel
it. He runs his free hand through my hair and tugs at my clip, pulling my hair.
It hurts, but it also feels so good. He throws the clip to the floor. His
fingers are feverish when they get lost in the tangles of my hair. With one
hand on my hip, the other twisted in my locks, he presses me hard against the
door. His mouth—heated, rough, and wild—lands on mine.
My entire being
surrenders to him. He’s so powerful. One press of his hot wet lips and I
abandon all my plans. I want to live this moment. If just for a minute, for a
second.
I need him.
I open my mouth,
wanting more. He tastes like beer, but I love it. I reach for his face. The
rough feel of his unshaven jaw scratches my palm. Still, it’s not close enough.
I explore further. I want more of him. My hands travel up and get tangled in
his soft hair as we deepen the kiss, our mouths hungry, desperate. He grabs my
ass and hikes me up as his hips push into me. He growls softly when I bite his
bottom lip gently. I feel us falling. Out of control.
I came here to
end this, and it’s only brought us closer. To this moment. If we do this, we
can’t go back. We need to stop. I know we need to stop, but I can’t seem to
pull away. He feels so good. The heat rushing through me, the pressure at my
core, the desperate craving. But if we do this, I’ll never get over him. I know it.
And I think about
Maggie. What about her?
I moan as I
finally manage to tear my mouth from his. I press my hand against his chest,
gasping.
He catches his
breath and his beautiful eyes, pooling with desire, almost draw me back in. His
gaze falls. He knows I can’t do this, that we shouldn’t do this. “I’m sorry.”
Two simple words.
Unneeded. I know he’s sorry. I’m sorry too. I’m sorry I came here. I’m sorry I
don’t want David. I’m sorry Aiden is the one I crave. I’m sorry I’m falling
apart. I’m sorry my plan is in shatters. “I should go.”
He studies me for
the longest time, his eyes taking me in wholly: my heavy eyes, my trembling
lips, my wandering hands—I’m still touching him. I can’t seem to pull away.
He reaches for my
hair, and slowly, softly, he pulls it behind my ear. Then he leans into me, his
breath hot on my neck, and he presses his mouth there, sending me to heaven. “I
don’t think you really came here tonight to end things with me, Amber.”
I close my eyes,
at a loss for words. He’s right.
He trails his
hands softly over my hips and down the skirt of my dress. “I think you’re
looking for something else altogether. I think you’re restless.” He toys with
the hem of my little black dress. His hands explore under it, and the feel of
his touch against my bare skin arouses me so much I can barely breathe. “When
was the last time you were touched?”
His question
catches me by surprise. He’s seducing me wholeheartedly. I just say, “Don’t
stop.”
He slowly slips
his hand higher up the inside of my thigh and reaches the lace fabric of my
panties. “You look fucking amazing.”
His fingers press
against my sex, and all the while, he watches me, taking in my reaction. Do I
want him to go on? He knows I do. He slides his hands slowly under my soft
flowy dress, and I almost melt under his touch. His fingers travel up to my
stomach, teasing me. He traces soft, slow circles around my navel and makes me
shiver. The sensation of his gentle fingers on my skin makes my core heavy and
hot, makes my sex swell and pound. Damn.
I think about
Maggie again. “We can’t… what about Maggie?”
His hand stills.
“Maggie and I are not together. We were never together.”
A heavy weight
seems to lift from me. “But you said…”
He fixes me with
dark eyes. “I know what I said. I lied. You’re the only one. The only one I
think about, the only one I want.”
I want to kiss
him again. I want him inside me. I should pull away, but I can’t. I physically
can’t. He can’t stop. Almost as if he can read my mind, he explores further. As
his touch travels back to the inside of my thigh, I spot a hint of a smile.
He
loves this.
New Second Chance
standalone from Roya Carmen.
Torn by tragedy.
Reunited by love.
Releasing
September 26th.
Blurb
Torn
by tragedy. Reunited by love.
Two years ago, I lost my husband and my brother to the same tragedy. To this
day, I hold only one person responsible—Aiden Rogers, the beautiful boy I’ve
known forever, the misfit I’ve both loved and hated, the one who always got to
me. As far as I’m concerned, he’s the only one to blame.
Now he wants to be part of my life again—when I can finally see a future for my
son and myself. I’ve found the perfect man in David, someone I can start over
with, a man who will be the perfect father figure for Trevor. I have a plan. At
last, I see the light, and I know I can make this work.
I will not let Aiden Rogers drag me back into the darkness.
Author's note: contains sexual scenes and some coarse language.
This
is the first book of the Riverstone Estate Series and can be enjoyed as a
standalone read.
***
The Riverstone Series: A beautiful estate. Three unforgettable love stories.
Following the sudden passing of their father, Amber, Ruby, and Flynn Riverstone
inherit the family estate and find themselves facing new challenges, growing
closer, and discovering love along the way.
Busy mom, naughty writer, comic-addict, artist &
designer, book-aholic, nature lover, and hopeless romantic.
When I’m not writing, I can usually be found hanging
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