The Dark and Damaged Hearts, Book 4
Sex, Heat and Hunger: Part 2 (a duet)
That’s how I would describe my life right now.
Oodles of orgasms, deep love and pure, unadulterated joy.
James is everything I’ve ever wanted in a man. He adores me for who I am, makes me feel safe, respected and beautiful.
Our no-strings plan ended before it began, and now we’re in this thing hard, hot and hungry, creating an obsession on both sides.
The only thing that could rock this steady ship is … the one thing that does.
The blight on my past. The secrets that haunt his.
Danger, distrust, and revenge threaten to shred our wonderful life to pieces, unless I can show James that I’m all in body and soul, and he tears down that last brick from his wall, bearing himself to me, utterly and completely.
“I missed you too.” I put the grocery bag up on the counter and went over to peek inside the oven; it was chicken parmesan, yum. “I thought we were just going to take my parents out for dinner tonight, and then maybe eat in tomorrow night. You said you had to work late.”
He lifted one sexy shoulder. “Yeah, I know, but I worked so much over the last three days that I’m just drained, and I want to make a good impression on your folks. And I’m dying to fuck you. Serious blue-balls here.” He pinned me against the counter with his hard body. “It’s been a long hard week. Very hard, if you get my drift. And you smell so damn good.” He thrust his hips into mine, deftly rotating them, my eyes closed from the delicious friction against my clit, even with layers of clothes between us, the man drove me wild. “Do we have time for a quickie before they get here?” He bobbed his eyebrows up and down, bending his knees and tilting his head to nip at my neck
“Probably not.” I pouted. “They’ll be here any minute. Are you nervous?” I reluctantly pushed out of his grasp and started putting the groceries away in the fridge.
“No. Well, maybe a little. I haven’t really done the whole ‘meet the parents’ thing before, and I really want them to like me. I’m kind of in love with their daughter, you know? Besotted in fact.” I looked at him and raised my eyebrows. “Oh yeah, I bought a word of the day calendar, I need to keep up with your verbose loquacity, and today’s word was besotted.”
He poured a glass of Zinfandel and handed it to me as I giggled at his use of the new word, his playful grin making my knees weak and my core tighten in need.
“I know.” I wrapped my arms around his neck and stood on my toes, so I was eye level with his mouth. “They’ll love you, don’t worry. And I’m besotted with you too.” Suddenly there was a knock at the door. I looked at the clock, and it said six thirty —show time!