Wicked Ties by Shayla Black

Author:Shayla Black [Black, Shayla]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction / Romance
ISBN: 9780425268179
Publisher: Berkley Heat
Published: 2007-01-02T08:00:00+00:00

The instant he touched her, that feeling sang in his blood, settled deep into his bones.

At the moment, he couldn’t fight it and didn’t try.

Mine!

Everything in his gut told him not to let her get away.

Ever.

When she buried her chin in her chest, he hooked a finger under her chin and lifted her face to his. The pain there jabbed into his gut.

“Cher,” he whispered. “Mon douce amour.”

My sweet love? God, he was so far gone.

She pressed her lips together, blinking, valiantly stopping her tears. “I have no idea what you’re saying. Probably that I’m an idiot.” She let loose a sad, watery laugh. “Which fits. I am an idiot.”

“No. Idiot in French doesn’t sound much different. You’d be able to pick that up.”

“Good to know,” she choked, trying to break away. “I need to… Let me go.”

An instinct screamed at Jack that that would be the worst thing he could do. He didn’t fight that gut feeling. “Jamais.”

Never. The word echoed in his head.

He had to be out of his mind, because he’d never reacted so strongly to a woman. Never wanted to hold her close for…well, forever. But he couldn’t examine the feeling now, not when she was still trying to pull away, except to know it was nonnegotiable..

Instead, Jack anchored his palm on her nape and brought Morgan against him. “You’re not an idiot. You’re a challenge. You’ve got a saucy mouth that makes me crazy. I can’t decide if I should spank you, laugh, or get you underneath me so all that fire can blister me as I sink deep into you.”

“Jack…” Her voice held a pleading note. “I can’t… I’m not made for what you have behind that locked door. I can’t handle…”

Her stammering uncertainty shredded his composure and resolve. The way he’d rushed her into facing her sexuality had disturbed her, displaced her beliefs about herself. She was still trying to assimilate. He shouldn’t rush her more. Not now. Or he’d risk losing her.

Not losing her was more important than his next breath. Definitely more important than revenge.

“Shh. We don’t have to talk about the playroom now. I just want a kiss, cher. I missed holding you last night.”

The tears in her eyes overflowed, spilling down her cheeks. The sight of it wrenched at Jack’s gut as he wiped them away with his thumbs.

“Don’t say that.”

“I’m being honest,” he whispered against her mouth. “Did you miss me, too?”

“It makes no sense,” she confessed with a nod, then bit her lip as if to keep in the rest of her feelings. “I can’t do—can’t be— what you want.”

Jack knew better. Knew it. And he’d prove it to her.

“I didn’t know what half of that…equipment was,” she added.

“And that, along with missing me, made you feel like an idiot.” He tried to smile softly, tried to reassure. Her answer sure elated the hell out of him. “Tsk. I’m a much bigger idiot than you. I didn’t just miss you, I ached to hold you. I burned to touch you, in any way you’d let me.

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