"Like the calm before the storm, his gentle touch belied the brutal force of the hurricane churning inside him, my body the shore he was destined to ravage. I welcomed the destruction."
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Falling into Darkness
Why did the idea that he’d killed to protect me unfurl a warmth in my belly not
unlike the one I’d felt when he tenderly washed my feet? Or, god help me, when
he wrapped his long fingers around my arms when he was angry?
“Elle.”
The note of warning in his voice had me blinking away the memory if not the
effect. He leaned against the counter, drying his hands, his long, slender legs
crossed at the ankle. “Take it off, or I’ll take it off for you.”
He
dropped the towel and slipped the top button of his shirt free, then the next.
I
jumped off the bed to hide the shiver of need his threat evoked. “What the
fuck, Alex?”
Stalking
toward me, he shrugged out of the shirt. A black tank hugged the contours of
his chest. Veins roped the length of his sinewy tatted arms. His black jeans
cradled a bulge that made my mouth water.
Danger
lurked beyond these four walls, and he wanted to have sex? Did I want to have sex? The zing in my clit
and the cream slicking my pussy said hell yeah, I did.
I
fingered the hem of my dress. I hated my body’s betrayal, but I could never
hate him. And how many times in the last five weeks had I wished I’d known our
last time was our last time? So what if he didn’t love me? I loved him.
And I could die tonight.
Stopping
in front of me, he tossed the shirt on the bed. He collared my throat, and I’m
sure he felt me swallow in anticipation of his tight grip. But his palm skimmed
to my collarbone, the touch so light, so tender. A cascade of goosebumps
rippled over my flesh, and my pulse quickened.
Despite
wanting him, this man had the power to hurt me again. I retreated, and he
followed until my legs bumped the edge of the mattress. His fingertips traced
the swell of my breast. My nipples beaded. My lips parted.
I
closed my eyes on a sigh. God, I’d missed
him.
“You
look like a fucking glow stick,” he growled, his tone rife with derision.
I
blinked in confusion as he grasped the top of my dress with both hands and
yanked, ripping the stretchy material all the way to the hem, leaving it to
dangle by the straps.
Once
again, my mouth hung open, and I clutched the shredded garment over my breasts,
but the damn thing seemed to shrink to the size of a dishtowel.
“Wh—what
the—” I looked at the tattered fabric, then back at Alex. “Now what the hell am
I supposed to wear?”
He
jutted his chin at the black silk shirt on the bed, but his gaze remained laser
focused on my body. Long, thick lashes fanned sculpted cheeks as he took in the
lack of a bra and panties. Thank god, I’d prepped for minimal coverage at the
beach.
When
his gaze lifted again, I felt myself falling into those beautiful, hypnotic
eyes, unreadable with the fringe of hair hanging low on his forehead.
The
smirk on his full lips said it all. “You said you liked wearing my shirts.”
Heat
blossomed in my cheeks and streaked through my lower belly. That he’d remembered
how much I’d loved wrapping myself in his scent, that I’d told him it was the
next best thing to being in his arms…
“Forgive
me if I didn’t choose a better outfit for hide-and-seek with the cartel.” I let
the neon fabric fall and reached for his solution to my nakedness. “Why do you
have to be such an ass?”
Strong
fingers banded around my biceps, and I gasped as he hauled me against his solid
chest.
“Why
can’t you just say thank you?” he
asked through clenched teeth, his accent more pronounced and making me wet.
Electricity
crackled between us, his anger palpable. Mine mingled with the desire building
in my core. I wanted to taste the fire raging inside him. I wanted to burn, to
make him burn with me.
I
leaned into him. The thickness behind his fly flexed against my belly, proving
I wasn’t alone in feeling the lethal attraction. “I guess you’d prefer that
thank you on my knees?”
A
growl rumbled from his throat. His jaw ticked. His fingers around my arms
tightened to a bruising grip. My pussy contracted even as I braced for his
rejection.
What the fuck am I doing?
Every
instinct rebelled against letting my guard down, both with the danger
practically at our front door and with Alex. This was crazy, but I loved the
insanity. I felt alive for the first time in weeks. What did that say about me?
Alex lowered his forehead to mine, and I could
almost taste his kiss. “Depends on how fucking grateful you are.”Blurb:
The cartel’s golden rule—no loose ends, no witnesses.
Elizabeth Archer
All
I wanted was sand, sun, and sin on my vacation in Mexico. Yet, here I
am, running from a cartel execution with no phone, no shoes, and no way
to warn Alex they’re coming for him. To a lieutenant in the Castillo
cartel, I’m an obligation. But I don’t want his protection. I want his
heart.
Alejandro Castillo
When
my best friend died, I promised to protect his sister, not stalk her. I
never expected to find my obsession in the crosshairs of a rival
cartel. I have no choice but to break rank. I know better than most, my
enemy will never stop looking for her.
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