Beautiful Scars, due out in January… contemporary romance, ebook only for now.
He took longer than fifteen minutes.
It took that long just to get his head on straight.
Of course, when he walked into his room and saw her standing at the floor to ceiling windows, staring out over the lake, wearing one of his shirts, he had to stop and catch his breath.
“What is about a woman wearing a guy’s shirt?”
She startled and turned around, stared at him. She looked puzzled and then glanced down, stared at the black dress shirt, shrugged. “Sorry. I wasn’t exactly planning on spending the night and I figured you didn’t keep pajamas on hand for guests.” She bit her lip, tugging at the collar. “I can use a T-shirt or something.”
He shook his head, staring at her. “I think I might have the shirt bronzed or something. I’ll never be able to wear it without thinking about you looked in it.”
“Whatever,” she snorted, rolling her eyes before turning back to stare out over the lake. “You must like the water. I never realized you were that into the lake.”
“I’m not.” He came up behind her, stroked a hand down her spine, watched as she shivered. So fucking responsive…it was almost painfully erotic, just to watch how she reacted when he touched her. “I just like the privacy. I told the realtor to find me a quiet place, someplace well outside the city and this was one she showed me. When I saw the house…well, it was just mine.”
Resting one hand on the base of her spine, he stroked, easing the shirt up. In the glass, he could see just the faintest outline of her face, watched as her lashes dipped. Mine…he thought. It was a rather dizzying surprise to look at her and realize he felt a strong, stunning possessiveness.
This was weird. Deeper than anything he’d felt. Different. He wanted to spend a hell of lot more time with Chaili than just one night.
Something he’d think about in the morning.
One of many things he needed to process.
Something he’d have to take his time on and think through, because Marc was damn good at screwing things up when he didn’t think them through.
“Come to bed,” he whispered against her ear.
“Aren’t you going to shower?”
Groaning, he dropped his head against her shoulder. “Damn. I knew I was forgetting something.”
Chaili chuckled, turning around and pressing her lips to his neck. “Well, the shower was your idea. I’m just fine with going to bed now.” She paused and then took a deep breath. “Marc…you smell like me. I kind of like it.”
He wrapped his arm around her, hauling her against him. “You’ve got my shirt on…” He buried his face against her neck and breathed in the faint scent of his own soap on her skin. “And I can smell my soap on you. It’s never been that fucking sexy on me. I swear, I could eat you alive.”
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