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<\/p>\nIt’s almost time for Ian and Neve. \u00a0Headed For Trouble releases next week…romantic suspense blended with southern romance. \u00a0In a nutshell…we’ve got a bearded, sexy Scottish hero (yes, he wears a kilt) with a dirty mouth and a heroine with the nickname Trouble who has come home to face the music.<\/p>\n
Below, I’ve posted mostof the first chapter.<\/p>\n
Hope you enjoy!<\/p>\n
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It had been on a Friday night when trouble blew out of town. To be precise, 9:14 p.m., the summer night air hot and hazy\u2014one of the hottest summers to hit the area in a while, and the small Mississippi town of McKay\u2019s Treasure had seen more than its share of hot summers.<\/p>\n
The entire town had seemed to hold its breath, waiting for a storm that had hovered and hovered.<\/p>\n
The storm never came, and here, almost ten years later, trouble blew back into town in almost the same fashion she\u2019d left.<\/p>\n
It was 9:14 exactly when Neve McKay drove past the sign that read Welcome to McKay\u2019s Treasure\u2014At the Heart of It All.<\/p>\n
It was hot and humid, and the night air was still, the promise of a thunderstorm hovering in the air.<\/p>\n
She\u2019d left driving a murder-red Koenigsegg\u2014a sweet little car that her brother had bought her in exchange for good behavior, and to get her to stop pestering him to let her drive his<\/em> car. The McKays were well known for liking their toys.<\/p>\n She came back driving a junker of indeterminate color, although the passenger door was white\u2014clearly something that had come from another car, same make.<\/p>\n She still drove like a bat out of hell, though.<\/p>\n Neve McKay pulled her car up in front of the bar and shoved it into park, eyeing the place that had been called Treasure Island for as long as she\u2019d been alive.<\/p>\n It had been an eyesore for that entire time.<\/p>\n Not so much now.<\/p>\n Somebody came out\u2014no, several somebodies\u2014but not in a cloud of smoke, something that Neve had always associated with the bar.<\/p>\n Eyes narrowed, she rocked back on the worn heels of her boots. She wore faded jeans that fit like a glove and a T-shirt that was worn thin in some places. The only thing she carried with her was a backpack that had seen better days.<\/p>\n Studying the building in front of her, she compared it to the memory she had from ten years ago. They didn\u2019t fit. Her eyes landed on the neon sign in the window. Guinness.<\/p>\n Well, the place had booze.<\/p>\n That was all that mattered.<\/p>\n She\u2019d been craving a drink for the past three days, but she hadn\u2019t given in to the urge, had barely even allowed herself to sleep, for fear of dulling her senses. Getting caught off guard was one thing that absolutely would not<\/em> happen.<\/p>\n Now that she was here, now that she was home, one of the bands around her chest eased.<\/p>\n Maybe there were another two or three\u2014dozen\u2014that kept her from breathing as deeply as she\u2019d like. But despite the nerves she had about seeing her brother and sister for the first time in forever, she breathed easier.<\/p>\n Tipping her head back, she breathed in the air. She caught the scent of food that came from the nearby restaurants, but under that, it was the river she smelled, the lush green that grew around it.<\/p>\n Home<\/em>.<\/p>\n Her throat clogged from the memories, and she blew out a breath. She\u2019d let herself get all sentimental and stupid later. For now, though, she was going to have herself that damn beer and figure out her next step\u2014 to call her brother and sister right away, or wait until tomorrow.<\/p>\n Some frisson of nerves twisted inside her at the thought of trying to deal with the rift she\u2019d caused in her family, but she\u2019d deal with that when the time came. All of that was for later.<\/p>\n Tonight?<\/p>\n \u201cJust a drink,\u201d she told herself.<\/p>\n And with that in mind, she started toward the door.<\/p>\n She had to take a minute to acclimate herself once she ducked inside.<\/p>\n The few glimpses she\u2019d had inside of the dive that had been Treasure Island didn\u2019t match up with what was before her now. The servers wore kilts, shorter lengths for the girls\u2014although nothing that would make their mothers hide their eyes if they bent over\u2014while the guys had a similar style that hit the knee.<\/p>\n She smirked, amused. So they were going for a Scottish theme? And still using the name Treasure Island? Oooookkayyy<\/em>.<\/p>\n To each their own,<\/em> she mused, as she wound her way through the crowd, ducking her head when somebody looked at her too long, averting her face when a person looked familiar.<\/p>\n She had to avert her face a lot<\/em>.<\/p>\n Treasure wasn\u2019t a big town\u2014the population at the last census was just under nine thousand. Her graduating class hadn\u2019t even topped two hundred. Just in the short walk from the door to the bar, she\u2019d heard several familiar names and spotted people she hadn\u2019t seen in years.<\/p>\n But she hadn\u2019t seen the people who counted the most, and that was all that mattered.<\/p>\n As long as she could brace herself before she had to see them, then everything would be just fine and dandy.<\/p>\n Spying an empty seat, she slid onto it and looked up at the bar. She put her backpack on the little hook in front of her and shifted to keep it between her legs. She\u2019d had people try to relieve her of her belongings more than once.<\/p>\n Breathing out a sigh of relief, she let herself relax. Now . . . for that drink\u2014<\/p>\n \u201cWell, \u2019allo. What can I get you?\u201d<\/p>\n At the sound of that voice, a shiver raced down her spine, and a punch of heat\u2014something she hadn\u2019t felt in far too long\u2014spread through her, warming her from head to toe.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Ian Campbell had left Scotland for a couple of small reasons, and one rather big one. The small reasons were varied\u2014he liked to try new things, he\u2019d always wanted to run his own pub, and he\u2019d never been one to turn down a chance at an adventure. Living in America for a time could definitely be that.<\/p>\n The rather big reason was simple.<\/p>\n Money.<\/p>\n He\u2019d been offered a fat sum to come across the pond and run this pub, and if all went well, then he could even buy it. It had been a hard choice to make, he wouldn\u2019t lie.<\/p>\n More than once\u2014once a week even\u2014he wondered if he\u2019d done the right thing, and considered going home. He could. He\u2019d have to start over, but he wasn\u2019t afraid of hard work and he wasn\u2019t afraid to start over, either. He\u2019d had to do that more than once in his life, that was certain.<\/p>\n But then he\u2019d crawl out of bed, get himself a cup of coffee\u2014or better yet, three.\u00a0 Ian Campbell wasn\u2019t a pleasant man without his first cup of coffee in the morning. Once he was awake, he\u2019d go to his balcony and stare out over the river.<\/p>\n This place was thousands of miles from Braemar, the small village in Scotland where he\u2019d lived for the first thirteen years of his life and just as different from the house where he\u2019d lived after his mother died and he moved to Aviemore to live with his grandparents. He\u2019d lived there from the time he was thirteen until he was eighteen, in a house where raised voices and flying fists had him desperate to leave, and even more desperate never to return.<\/p>\n Nobody here looked at him and whispered as he walked past.<\/p>\n True, it had been a long time since people had done that back home.<\/p>\n But he didn\u2019t see the looks in their eyes, and if he lifted a pint at the end of the day, he didn\u2019t have to wonder what they might think.<\/p>\n A clean slate, that was what he had here, and he couldn\u2019t help but appreciate it.<\/p>\n Perhaps he didn\u2019t like the heat that hit you like a sweaty fist for too much of the year, but any circumstance would have its drawbacks now, wouldn\u2019t it?<\/p>\n And . . . there were the benefits.<\/p>\n He found himself studying one now and felt a stir of interest he hadn\u2019t felt in more time than he cared to think about.<\/p>\n She stood in the doorway, oddly apart from everybody else even as she studied them, eyes moving to linger on a group here, then there. After a couple of moments she moved away, and he found himself tracking her progress.<\/p>\n Don\u2019t be here to meet somebody<\/em>, he thought, and immediately, he wanted to kick himself. What did it matter if she was?<\/p>\n He told himself it didn\u2019t and glanced up as Gary Harnett settled down and ordered his usual. Ian started to build the Guinness as they chatted, but the entire time he watched her from the corner of his eye.<\/p>\n She moved like a dancer, with effortless grace and easy elegance. He could imagine those legs, long and slim, wrapped around his waist, could picture that torso, just as long and slim, bent back as he leaned over to press his mouth to pale, soft skin.<\/p>\n Gary said, \u201cThey say it\u2019s going to break a hundred again tomorrow.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cImagine it will,\u201d Ian murmured, the easy chatter second nature, while in his mind, he continued to mentally undress the redhead.<\/p>\n She slid onto a vacant stool tucked up against the wall just as he finished Gary\u2019s Guinness, and Ian took a moment to appreciate the fact that he had a heavy, solid bar between the two of them, because, thanks to his wandering mind, his bloody cock was hard as iron and pulsing.<\/p>\n She looked at him then, her mouth unsmiling, but wide and soft and lush.<\/p>\n Fuck me<\/em>.<\/p>\n He rested his hands on the bar and smiled. You\u2019ve a job to do, so do it<\/em>.<\/p>\n He opened his mouth.<\/p>\n You\u2019re the sexiest fucking thing I\u2019ve seen in ages\u2014maybe forever<\/em>. He could feel those words hovering on the tip of his tongue.<\/p>\n Biting them back, he fell back on the job he\u2019d been doing for ages.<\/p>\n \u201cWell, \u2019allo. What can I get you?\u201d<\/p>\n A faint smile flirted around her lips, and a hot ball of lust twisted inside, settling down low in his balls. Mad. He\u2019d gone mad\u2014that\u2019s all there was to it.<\/p>\n She nodded toward the Guinness he\u2019d just finished and said, \u201cI\u2019ll have one of those.\u201d<\/p>\n He nodded. Self-preservation told him to move his arse and get to work.<\/p>\n He told self-preservation to get fucked as he got to work on her Guinness. As he did, four more orders came in, and he filled three of them before her Guinness was ready. By the time he had another minute to breathe, she had folded her hands around her glass and was studying everything around her, almost mesmerized.<\/p>\n \u201cVisiting?\u201d<\/p>\n She blinked, a startled look in her eyes. Her gaze slid away. \u201cDepends on your point of view.\u201d Then she flashed him a wide smile.<\/p>\n It was disarming, that smile, bright and wicked, the kind of smile a temptress would give a saint to lure him into all manner of sins.<\/p>\n Ian was many things\u2014a saint had never been one of them. As she propped her elbows on the bar, he found himself easing closer. \u201cI\u2019m here for . . . personal things, but that\u2019s for later,\u201d she said, lifting her shoulder in a shrug. \u201cTonight . . . ? Tonight I\u2019m just trying to not think.\u201d<\/p>\n I can help you with that<\/em>.<\/p>\n The words popped into his brain and they almost escaped his lips.<\/p>\n He managed to keep them trapped inside, but one thing he couldn\u2019t do was keep his eyes off that mouth.<\/p>\n She noticed, too. He could tell by the hitch in her breathing, the way her pulse slammed against the fragile wall of her throat. Curious, he reached out and pressed a finger against it.<\/p>\n He could very well be doing the stupidest thing he\u2019d ever done.<\/p>\n Her lids drooped and her head slumped, angling slightly to the side. He skimmed his finger down lower, tracing the elegant line of her collarbone. \u201cI\u2019ve had days like that,\u201d he said softly. \u201cDays where the last place I want to be is inside my own head.\u201d<\/p>\n He lowered his hand.<\/p>\n She lifted her head and met his gaze dead-on.<\/p>\n He started to turn away.<\/p>\n \u201cHow late do you work?\u201d<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Neve couldn\u2019t have been more appalled with herself if she\u2019d climbed up on the bar and stripped naked.<\/p>\n Blood rushed up to scald her cheeks, and she was already trying to mentally calculate how much her drink would be. She had a twenty dollar bill tucked inside her pocket. She\u2019d just leave the whole thing\u2014<\/p>\n His hand closed over hers, and then he bent over the bar.<\/p>\n He was big.<\/p>\n She\u2019d already noticed that.<\/p>\n Big and almost brutally beautiful. If she had guessed right, he was close to six five, and his shoulders strained the snug fit of his T-shirt. His hair was dark, possibly black, but it was hard to tell in the dim light of the pub. His eyes were arresting\u2014a pale, lovely gray that reminded her of the mists that slid around the ground, winding through trees, clinging to the river of a morning.<\/p>\n They gleamed against the warm gold of his skin and seemed to glow now. Then there was the beard.<\/p>\n Neve had never been attracted to a beard man. At least not until that very moment.<\/p>\n But this man with his short beard and that beautiful mouth\u2014she suspected he could make her go for just about anything.<\/p>\n That beautiful mouth, framed by his dark beard, parted on his harsh intake of breath.<\/p>\n Her heart knocked hard against her ribs.<\/p>\n She had to drag her gaze away, but as she went to fumble the cash out of her pocket, his hand slid up her arm, leaving a hot, burning trail. \u201cAnother thirty minutes . . . if you\u2019re up to waiting for me.\u201d<\/p>\n Say no.<\/em><\/p>\n Get up.<\/em><\/p>\n Walk away.<\/em><\/p>\n Do something!<\/em><\/p>\n The logical part of her mind screamed at her.<\/p>\n Instead, she found herself meeting his gaze once more. As he turned away, she reached for her drink and downed a healthy swallow. Maybe it was for courage.<\/p>\n Or maybe it was to cool the suddenly blistering heat that had washed over her.<\/p>\n She\u2019d done gone and lost her mind, Neve was sure of it.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Ian had been propositioned before.<\/p>\n It had even happened here.<\/p>\n But what had happened between him and the sleek, sexy redhead was something that defied definition. The final thirty minutes passed by in a crawl, and when he was done, he had to make himself walk<\/em> with her through the pub, not drag her. Leading her through the crowd, he paused by the office to collect his keys.<\/p>\n A few people slid her curious glances, but her gaze moved away. Her sleek hair fell to shield her face. That just made him think about fisting his hands in it, then covering her mouth with hot, hungry kisses until she moaned and opened for him\u2014opened for him in every way imaginable.<\/p>\n The noise of the pub muted as he shut the back door, and he looked down at her, half expecting her to take off, to disappear into the night like the fantasy he thought she must be.<\/p>\n Her gaze came back to his, and a groan started deep inside his chest as she licked her lips.<\/p>\n He couldn\u2019t stop himself from reaching for her, and she didn\u2019t seem inclined to stop him, either. No, she actually reached for him, and he half turned, putting her back against the wall as he reached up to frame her face. It wasn\u2019t a good fit, and he caught the straps of her backpack and tried to push it off her shoulders. She let him take it off, but kept it hanging from the other arm.<\/p>\n Good enough for him.<\/p>\n Now, staring down at her, he felt it hit him\u2014the punch of lust unlike anything he\u2019d felt in a long while. Maybe ever.<\/p>\n The first brush of their mouths created a connection that hit straight through him.<\/p>\n Ian shuddered and lifted his head, stared down at her.<\/p>\n She blinked, a dazed look in her eyes.<\/p>\n He had to do that again.<\/p>\n Reaching up, he cupped her cheek in his hand and angled her head back, lowering his mouth back to hers.<\/p>\n Slower this time, because he wasn\u2019t quite sure he\u2019d felt what he\u2019d felt.<\/p>\n Wasn\u2019t quite sure it was possible for such a brief kiss to ripple all the way through him, like a rock thrown into a pond.<\/p>\n Her mouth parted and he groaned against her lips, wrapping his forearm around her waist, pulling her closer. The bloody bag got in the way again, bumping against him. She curled one arm around his neck and pressed even closer, until he felt every last delicate curve, the slight swells of her breasts, the long lines of her torso, her thighs\u2014<\/p>\n A burst of laughter echoed close by\u2014too close.<\/p>\n Snarling, he tore his mouth away, heart pounding.<\/p>\n Staring into wide, hazy green eyes, he sucked in a desperate breath of air.<\/p>\n She licked her lips again, a soft hum in her throat, and he swore. \u201cDon\u2019t,\u201d he warned, dipping his head and biting her lower lip. \u201cDon\u2019t go doin\u2019 that or I\u2019m going to lose it right here.\u201d<\/p>\n The laughter came again, even closer, and he looked around. Grabbing her hand, he started to walk.<\/p>\n It wasn\u2019t thirty seconds later before he had the wooden gate shut behind him. The small garden was something he\u2019d snorted at when he\u2019d been given the apartment, but he\u2019d come to appreciate it, and never more than in that moment.<\/p>\n Flipping the latch, he turned and pushed her gently back against the gate. He caught the bag she still carried and tugged it free. \u201cMy flat. You can let this go for a bit, love.\u201d<\/p>\n She still held on, then reluctantly uncurled her fingers from it.<\/p>\n He put the backpack on the stones next to them and then reached up, hooking his hands over the top of the gate, caging her in. \u201cIf I was one to believe in such things, I\u2019d swear you\u2019d gone and bewitched me.\u201d<\/p>\n She laughed, the sound shaky. \u201cAin\u2019t that just like a man . . . blaming the woman?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOh . . . \u201d He moved a hand from the fence, trailing it down the sensitive inner skin of her arm, watching as she shivered. \u201cI\u2019m not blaming you, love. I\u2019m thanking<\/em> you. You\u2019re already turning my brain into jelly, and I haven\u2019t done much more than kiss you.\u201d<\/p>\n He touched his lips to her neck. \u201cI want to do much, much more\u2014wanted it even when I saw you standing in the door of me pub.\u201d<\/p>\n <\/p>\n That accent of his was going to do her in. Neve had always had a thing for Scots\u2014with a name like McKay and the history her family had, who could blame her? His brogue, though, was pure sin.<\/p>\n She reached out, skimming her hands down the snug cotton of his shirt.<\/p>\n It fit like a second skin, right down to the waistband of the kilt he wore. It wasn\u2019t the same style as the ones everybody else had worn\u2014it was a simple, utilitarian khaki. But the T-shirt had the logo of the pub on it, including the tartan that matched the kilts the servers had worn.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019ve been to Scotland,\u201d she murmured, turning her head to meet his eyes. \u201cDo you know . . . I can count on one hand how many times I saw a man wearing a kilt while I was there.\u201d<\/p>\n A grin split his face. \u201cIs that a fact?\u201d He leaned in and nuzzled her neck.<\/p>\n It sent shivers of sensation running through her. She angled her head, whimpering in satisfaction when he followed her cue and raked his teeth down her skin.<\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s a fact,\u201d she agreed. Her breaths sounded ragged even to her own ears. \u201cSince none of them looked as good in one as you do, I\u2019ve decided not to smirk over the fact that you\u2019re wearing one in a pub called Treasure Island.\u201d<\/p>\n He laughed, the sound low and husky. \u201cIt\u2019s a terrible name for a pub, Scottish or no. And I\u2019ll thank you for not laughing.\u201d He caught her earlobe, bit lightly. \u201cI don\u2019t think my pride could handle it.\u201d<\/p>\n He rocked against her as he said it, and a wave of want swamped her.<\/p>\n His pride<\/em> throbbed against her. She had to wonder if she<\/em> could handle it.<\/p>\n He slid a hand down her side, toyed with the hem of her shirt. \u201cSince we\u2019re in a sharing mood, can I tell that when I first saw you, I thought you had to be the sexiest fucking woman I\u2019ve seen in a long while\u2014maybe ever?\u201d he murmured.<\/p>\n Neve barely heard him.<\/p>\n The feel of his palm, rough and strong, sent a shiver through her. She dug her nails into his skin and arched against him.<\/p>\n A harsh noise ripped out of him, and he slid his hand lower, caught her hip, tugged her tighter.<\/p>\n When he rocked against her, hard and fast, the hunger stabbed into her. She curled a leg around his hip and he swore, boosted her up. The wood of the gate scraped against her back. She didn\u2019t care.<\/p>\n Everything centered on the fact that he was now rocking against her, and the worn fabric of her jeans, the silk of her panties, and the material of his kilt seemed a terrible annoyance.<\/p>\n Sensation slammed into her.<\/p>\n She gasped as her muscles clenched, the need drawing tighter and tighter\u2014<\/p>\n And then it stopped.<\/p>\n Her feet settled on the ground and she slammed out a hand to steady herself.<\/p>\n He was talking and the words made no sense.<\/p>\n None at all.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Her eyes were blind.<\/p>\n Ian clasped her skull in his hands and sucked in oxygen. He felt like he\u2019d run a bloody race.<\/p>\n His cock pulsed, and what he wanted more than anything was to strip her jeans down and drive into her.<\/p>\n He\u2019d almost done it, too.<\/p>\n \u201cFuck, do you have a bloody condom?\u201d he asked again, rasping the words out. He was so hard he hurt with it, and if he didn\u2019t get inside her . . .<\/p>\n She moaned again, rolling her hips against him.<\/p>\n The feverish sound had him kissing her again. That taste\u2014he didn\u2019t think he\u2019d ever have enough. Did addiction happen that fast?<\/p>\n Trailing a hand down the middle of her torso, he freed the button of her snug jeans, slid his hand inside, passed the barrier of panties almost as silky soft as her skin. \u201cTell me you have a condom,\u201d he demanded against her mouth as he slid his fingers through curls already wet.<\/p>\n He trailed his finger around the firm bud of her clit. She gasped.<\/p>\n \u201cPlease . . . \u201d<\/p>\n The broken moan set his balls to burning and he thought he\u2019d die if he didn\u2019t get inside her, and soon.<\/p>\n But . . .<\/p>\n Well, the sound of her whimpering under his touch was the sweetest kind of music.<\/p>\n He stroked her again, following the cues of her body until he found the right rhythm.<\/p>\n She rose to meet him, her head turning toward him. He caught her mouth just as he pushed one finger inside her. She jerked\u2014<\/p>\n And he felt his own cock jerk, felt the first few drops of pre-come seeping through when she climaxed, hard and fast. Just like that.<\/p>\n Snarling, he pumped his fingers faster, his movements constrained by the jeans still snug around her hips, but she whimpered and rocked, riding the climax, riding him<\/em>\u2014<\/p>\n Just not the way he bloody wanted.<\/p>\n \u201cThat\u2019s it,\u201d he growled against her mouth. \u201cRide me . . . that\u2019s it . . . \u201d<\/p>\n She whimpered, the sound broken now, almost stunned.<\/p>\n He eased her down, slowly, because when he took her back up the next time, she was going to be wrapped around his dick.<\/p>\n Slowly, he withdrew his hand.<\/p>\n Feeling her eyes on him, he lifted his hand to his lips and licked his fingers.<\/p>\n She blushed, staring at his hand as if mesmerized.<\/p>\n \u201cAh . . . \u201d She blinked and looked around.<\/p>\n He cut off the question with a hard kiss. \u201cTell me you have a condom with you.\u201d<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Shit.<\/p>\n Neve blinked up at him. \u201cUm . . . no?\u201d<\/p>\n He squinted at her, as if the word made no sense.<\/p>\n Then he backed it up.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat d\u2019 you mean . . . no<\/em>?\u201d he asked, dumbfounded.<\/p>\n \u201cJust that. No<\/em>.\u201d Her fingers hurt. The reason why became apparent. She was practically trying to imprint them on the ridged track that made up the sexy Scot\u2019s torso. Uncurling them, she looked around. Embarrassment would probably settle in later. But for now, all she wanted was a damn condom.<\/p>\n Blushing furiously, she stared at him. \u201cI don\u2019t typically pick guys up in bars. I never really have a need to carry condoms around so I don\u2019t have them.\u201d<\/p>\n She didn\u2019t carry a purse anymore. She had her cash and credit cards with her, along with her cell phone. There was pepper spray on a quick release hook on her back, and her passport was tucked in a concealed flap inside her backpack.<\/p>\n There were definitely no condoms.<\/p>\n As he continued to gape at her, she had to try not to sulk. \u201cWhat about you<\/em>? You\u2019re the damn guy. Don\u2019t you have anything?\u201d<\/p>\n He opened his mouth, then shut it.<\/p>\n \u201cI don\u2019t carry them because I don\u2019t often have a need of them,\u201d he said, looking put out. \u201cBut why does logic have to play into this?\u201d<\/p>\n It took a moment for his words to make sense. She was so busy staring at his mouth and remembering how his beard had felt as he kissed her that she didn\u2019t care what he was saying.<\/p>\n \u201cIf you keep staring at me like that, I\u2019m going to go mad.\u201d<\/p>\n She didn\u2019t even have time to breathe before his mouth crushed hers and she was trapped between him and the gate, his hard, heavy body driving into hers, the rhythm unmistakable. His tongue sought out hers, echoing the rhythm of his hips, and she reached out, closing her hands around the hard, round curve of his ass.<\/p>\n Thirty seconds later, he had her wrists in his hands.<\/p>\n No<\/em>\u2014<\/p>\n \u201cEnough,\u201d he muttered, letting go without noticing anything was wrong. He sucked in a harsh gulp of air. \u201cWe\u2019re leaving. I\u2019ll go across the bloody square, buy a box of condoms. My flat is just up those stairs\u2014we can be back here in five minutes.\u201d<\/p>\n His gaze came to hers and Neve\u2019s knees went weak as he added, \u201cI\u2019ll be inside you within six.\u201d<\/p>\n Amazon<\/a>\u00a0| BN<\/a>\u00a0| Book Depository<\/a>\u00a0| IndieBound<\/a>\u00a0| iBooks<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"