“Dash and Willow, what a great ride.”
“I don’t know how she does it but Piper has managed to inject the sweet with just enough spice.”
“This book was freaking awesome. Such a twisted storyline with bikers and religion.”
In my mind, I knew I shouldn’t be there with him, that it was too much of a risk, but my heart just wasn’t listening. Even though I’d tried to keep my guard up, spending more time with him had only made me more attracted to him. His sense of humor, his sexy smile, and that body that made my pulse race were just too hard to resist. He shifted his stance as he looked at me, his eyes glistening in the darkness. I knew what was coming and glanced away. Then, unable to resist the temptation, I looked back at him. He hovered over me as his eyes roamed seductively across my lips, and I could only sit there frozen with excitement and anticipation. I couldn’t remember ever wanting anything more than feeling his lips against mine, and the waiting was pure agony. I should’ve been patient, but I couldn’t help myself. I inched closer, leaning towards him, but he never made his move. Instead, he just stood there staring at me with lust-filled eyes. Without thinking, I mumbled, “Um… I thought you were going to kiss me?”
His eyes sparkled with mischief as he asked, “What made you think I was going to kiss you?”
Embarrassment washed over me. “I guess I was just hoping you would.”
His voice was low and raspy as he asked, “You want me to kiss you, Zoe?”
I nodded as I answered, “Yes.”
“Well, I’m not so sure that’s a good idea.”
His dark eyes flickered with hunger as they dropped to my breasts. “I’m not sure I’ll be able to stop once I get started.”
I hesitated for only a moment before I replied, “Maybe I don’t want you to stop.”
“Zoe,” he whispered slowly, prolonging each letter of my name as if to savor them. His eyes locked on mine as he leaned forward, but just as his lips were about to touch mine, he stopped. My lips parted, and our breaths mingled. The electricity crackled between us, making my entire body hum. I eased forward, trying to close the distance between us, but he quickly leaned out of my reach. I look up at him with disappointment. “Seriously?”
He paused, not to refuse, but to appreciate the moment before slipping his hand behind my neck and pulling me forward, crashing his mouth against mine. His lips were soft and full as they covered mine. It was like they were made just for me. His warm, wet tongue ran across my bottom lip as his hands snaked down my back. They were strong and sure as he pulled me closer to him. His touch. His scent. His taste. Everything about him made entire body tingle with desire. I had longed for that moment. It had been all I could think about, but I could’ve never imagined it could feel so good, so right. My fingers raked through his hair as I moaned against his mouth.
“Come back to me,” I finally plead.
She looks into my eyes and there’s so much pain I can’t stand it. “I don’t know how.” Her voice is strained as she tries to hold back the tears.
“Let me help you.” I cup her face and she leans into it.
“I just want to stop feeling this way and I can’t.” A tear falls down her cheek.
She pauses and says, “Empty.”