One Night for Love by Maggie Marr

Author:Maggie Marr [Marr, Maggie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: FIC027020 FICTION / Romance / Contemporary; FIC044000 FICTION / Contemporary Women
Publisher: NLA Digital LLC
Published: 2014-08-25T16:00:00+00:00

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Prim lay in Tristan’s bed, her hair finally dry from their shower after hours of lovemaking. Tristan’s touch had been so full of need—a near-desperate need that surprised her. Her fingertips brushed hair from his forehead as he slept. He was a beautiful man. Gorgeous with light brown skin, fair hair with hints of gold, and the most luxuriant eyes, and yet he was a bit unknowable. Vulnerability spread across his face with the calm of sleep. It was an openness that was unfamiliar to her when he was awake.

The desperation in his lovemaking, the very raw nature in which he’d taken her, so full of need and without the barrier of control he’d utilized in the past, caused questions to fill Prim’s mind.

His eyes fluttered open. “You’re awake.”

Her gaze locked to his. She had questions he was required to answer, and yet she fought the urge to ask them, to know what she wanted to know about Tristan Rhodes because her heart was opening to him. To know Tristan, Prim was fearful to admit, might be to love him. His arms reached out to her and encircled her body. He pulled her closer and pressed his lips to her forehead.

“It’s either very early or very late depending on your personal definition.”

A smile cracked his face. “I love the way your mind works. Always options.”

She tilted her head up toward him. His skin was hot beneath her fingertips. The mask he wore during the day had not yet closed over the openness of his features.

“Are you all right?” she asked, her voice a mere whisper.

“Why do you ask?”

“You seemed … different this night. I thought perhaps something was bothering you?”

His tight grip around her lessened and he leaned away from her. His eyes looked up at the ceiling. “My father came to see me yesterday,” he said. His voice still thick with sleep.

“And that’s a bad thing?”

Tristan sighed. “Not always, but most the time. A reminder of his expectations and how successful my brothers are in comparison to me.”

“You’re kidding, right?” Prim fought a smile.

Tristan turned to her and his eyes were serious. “I have four brothers, and our entire lives my father has pitted each of us against each other.”

“Isn’t sibling rivalry just part of being in a family? I mean, I don’t have a brother or a sister, but isn’t that just part of life when you do?”

“He used to make us box each other and then reward the first person who drew blood.”

“What? You can’t be serious.” Prim squinted at Tristan. What kind of parent did that to his children?

“Oh, I’m serious. Fun times in the Rhodes household. Where the competitive spirit is king.”

Tristan’s face was now reaching unreadable. The hard, cool facade he used to distance himself closed over his features. She could reach him; she knew how to reach him. Her hands moved down his back and she pressed forward against his body. There was pain hidden in his hard heart. Her lips pressed to

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