Skeleton Bayou
Excerpt
“I’m not going to jump you,” he said, challenging her with his inscrutable gaze, “if that’s what you’re worried about.”
She didn’t know that for a fact, not really. But right now she trusted him more than she did herself.
Desire swirled inside her like lava churning in a volcano. It had been a long time since she’d felt a man’s gentle touch, since she’d been kissed and treated like a lady. She was afraid she might let him hold her, and then who knew what might happen?
Careful to keep her distance, she folded her arms. “I’m not used to being with a kind man.”
“I’m not used to talking to a woman I can trust.”
“Well, then.” She let a tiny smile ghost over her lips. “We’re both damaged goods.”
“I prefer to call us weathered.”
She laughed, and was amazed by how good it felt. She hadn’t done it in a very long time.
He cupped her jaw. She flinched.
“Relax.” He smiled and stroked his thumb down her cheek. “I want you to get used to my touch.”
“Not now.” Her stomach knotted. She had no business enjoying the feel of his hands on her. She pulled back. “We have to keep our focus on Vince.”
“I’m ready for him.” Mack dropped his hand.
“I hope so,” she said, determination welling within her. She had to keep her thoughts off Mack. “I want him out of my life for good. Whatever it takes.” |
