Forbidden to Taste by Harroway J. C

Author:Harroway, J. C. [Harroway, J. C.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Contemporary
ISBN: 9781474086936
Amazon: B07K2JG6S4
Goodreads: 44438172
Publisher: Mills & Boon Dare
Published: 2019-05-01T07:00:00+00:00

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Having Kenzie in my home is akin to an eternity locked in the London dungeons, every lash to my raw back a sentence, because I can almost taste how different my life might have been if I’d approached her instead of stepping aside for Sam.

I saw her first. Saw her the second we walked into the club, at the bar with her friends, her stunning face hard to ignore and her laugh infectious. The next time I looked her way, scoping out her ring finger, Sam had spotted her, too. And then she looked in our direction, catching his eye and quickly looking away. I should never have taken his wager, literally putting my fate in the outcome of a coin toss.

She’s so tired, I take her straight to the spare room, every step she takes at my side a self-inflicted flogging. Hiding my mistake, I turn down the covers on the bed, silently praising Fiona, my housekeeper, for keeping everything shipshape. I catch Kenzie eyeing the huge bath in the en suite with longing, so I detour there, robotically turning on the taps and adding half a bottle of bubble bath to the steaming stream of water.

‘There are fresh towels on the warmer and a new toothbrush in the drawer.’

Kenzie nods and smiles like I’ve handed her a winning lottery ticket. She heels off her shoes and removes her coat.

I’m still standing here, probably with drool on my chin, waiting to be invited into the bath, the bed... I force my body into submission and force my eyes away from the swell of her breasts beneath her simple white T-shirt.

‘Well...goodnight.’ I make for the door, clearing the tightness in my throat. ‘I’m going into the office early tomorrow, so I can drop you off for your shift.’

A small smile. ‘You don’t need to do that.’

‘I’m going anyway.’ A lie. Who goes into the office at seven on a Sunday morning?

She nods, her eyes heavy... I tell myself it’s with fatigue, rather than the longing I hope to see. ‘Thanks, Drake.’

I’m in my own bathroom cleaning my teeth when I look up into the mirror and see the smear of vivid green icing she must have rubbed on my cheek back at the Faulkner. She’s managed to talk to me all evening with a straight face. My bark of laughter breaks some of the tension coiled in me, only for it to be replaced with a profound ache.

Fuck, she’s incredible. I glance at the closed bedroom door, every muscle straining to go to her.

I sober quickly, tossing down my toothbrush with disgust.

The blast of hot water from the shower does little to settle my strung-out nervous system. How am I ever going to sleep knowing everything I want is just across the hall? Knowing how good it felt to cross into forbidden territory?

It’s three-fifteen by the time my head hits the pillow, the cool sheets a balm to my fevered naked skin—I always sleep naked.

My last thought, one

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