Record of Wrongs (Redemption County Book 1) by Sharon Kay

Author:Sharon Kay [Kay, Sharon]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-07-31T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 15

All the air whooshed out of Rosie’s lungs. She stared at Cruz with her mouth wide open.

Oh my god.

His fingers, warm and rough, still held the straps of her tops. His lips, so kissable, glistened when he licked them in the dark. Hunger shone in his eyes and sharpened the planes of his face. He towered over her—dark, irresistible, full of wicked promise.

She closed her mouth, vaguely aware that she should respond. But words failed her when his fingers trailed along her collarbone and up the side of her neck. A shiver cascaded down her arm.

He leaned down to her ear, so close, the warmth from his breath sizzled across her skin. “What do you say? You in?”

Yes! God, yes! She tried to form syllables once more. “Y—” He traced a line to her ear, his finger leaving a trail of need. God, this was just one finger. How would she survive his body moving against hers?

The image that swept into her mind threatened to steal her breath all over again. She grabbed his hand and held it between her own, needing his hand off her to think, yet not wanting to let go. “Do you have…Last week we didn’t, um…” Why couldn’t she say it? She’d thought about it enough all week.

“I have condoms,” he rumbled. “Do you have cards?”

She nodded.

His eyes raked a slow caress of her body, from her breasts to her mouth. “Then let’s see your game, pretty girl.”

Oh god. She wanted to lose. She wanted to win. Either way, she was on fire with anticipation. He held her hand as they ascended the porch steps, letting go only when she had to unlock the front door.

“Key?” he rasped the word and she wondered if his body was as stormy inside as hers was.

“It’s in my pocket,” she managed to whisper.

In a swift motion, he moved behind her and locked a brawny arm across her chest, holding her tightly. With mind numbing slowness, he slid his other hand down her side, over her hip, and toward the front pockets of her jeans. She could only breathe in short gasps. Oh my god. He held her so close, she could feel his hardness against her backside. Thank god he was just as out of control as she was. She clutched his bicep because she had to touch him somewhere.

One by one, he worked his fingers under the seam of her pocket and pushed them down.

God. She was going to die. Each centimeter he moved lower was closer to the deep ache that pulsed in her abdomen. Each finger taunted her skin, with only the thin cotton pocket material acting as a barrier to his invasion.

He reached the bottom and his fingers splayed, almost reaching the juncture of her thighs. Electricity sparked down her legs. She was going to pass out. How was she going to play poker?

She may as well just strip now, for all the good she’d be able to do.

“You teasing me?” His lips growled against her neck.

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