Edge, the MC in my latest book KILLER, is one hell of a sexy mofo, much like ^this^ guy. And now that I have your attention, here is an excerpt from the book (If you’re not sure what Killer is all about, you can read the blurb and reviews on Amazon or in this blog post).
By the way, the following scene takes place right before the big reveal:
I wrap an arm around her back and pull her close before throwing my lips on hers. A soft moan escapes her throat as I invade her mouth with my tongue. Normally, I take what I want from Kristin. But right now, I’m giving to her. Giving her everything that I feel in this kiss.
She opens her mouth and takes, too, taking my kiss as if she were starving. I lift my elbows over her shoulders and run both hands through her hair, pulling her body to me as close as I can. My dick is pushing against the towel, but for the first time, I don’t want to jam my cock inside of her. I want the desire to build. I want to feel our tongues fucking each other for a while.
And I think I want to feel what’s in her heart through this kiss.
She opens herself up to me, sighing as our mouths remain pressed together. And her hands run up my shoulders. But then I feel her body start to pull away, her back arching slightly and her lips pursing together. Her palms push against my chest and she snaps her head to the side.
“No,” she says, wincing as she struggles to free herself.
But I hold her tight. “What is it?”
“No,” she repeats, shaking her head. “No, I don’t…I can’t…”
“You can’t what?” I say, curling my fingers around her wet strands.
She looks at me, tears forming in her eyes. I can see the pain there and it’s so deep. “I don’t deserve you,” she croaks. “I don’t deserve any of this.”
She throws her hands over her face, and it shocks me so much I back away from her, placing my hands on her wrists to pull them down. I need to see her, need to tell her that I don’t care what she did. She does deserve me. Hell, depending on what she’s done to make her feel so ashamed, we probably deserve each other, in more ways than one.
“Kristin, look at me,” I say, trying to keep my voice soft and low when what I want to do is growl.
She shakes her head violently and lets her hands fall down. Tears rolling down her face, her chin quivering, she shifts her gaze behind me, her eyes going dark all of a sudden.
I twist my head to see what’s there, but there is nothing. And Kristin uses the opportunity to dart past me, practically shoving me out of the way as she sprints out of the room. I turn and launch myself forward to chase after her, but the soles of my feet are still damp, and as soon as I’m off the small rug, I lose my footing and slip on the floor.
Fortunately, I don’t totally wipe out. But the near-fall delays me enough that Kristin is several paces ahead of me. I get close and swing my hand, missing her arm by several inches.
She’s halfway down the hall, but she’s half my weight and much faster. Two-hundred and twenty-three pounds does not move very fast. I might be big enough and strong enough to stop a freight train, but I couldn’t catch one if my life depended on it.
She’s out my front door in seconds and I’m quickly falling behind her.
“Goddamn it! I said stop!”
She’s pumping her arms and I can hear her crying. And while the storm has passed, our towels are the only things separating us from the chilly air.
“Kristin! There’s nowhere to go!” I bark, my voice now becoming gravelly as I lose my patience. “Stop running before you hurt yourself!”
Just as I say it, her foot slips out from underneath her and she crashes to the ground.
“Shit,” I mutter, falling down next to her. “Are you okay?”
Her entire body is racked with sobs. And as she starts to roll over, I mount her and take her by the wrists, firmly but gently pinning her arms to the ground. She’s not fighting me this time but her face is twisted up in agony.
“Tell me where you’re hurt, Kristin.”
“I’m not,” she says, her eyes still clamped shut as tears stream down the sides of her face.
“Then what? Why did you freak out like that?”
Her chest spasms as she sucks in several gasps of air.
I slide my hands up, lacing my fingers through hers.
“You ought to know by now that nothing fazes me. Whatever it is, I can handle it.” I squeeze her hands and lower my face to hers. “For fuck’s sake, just tell me, you crazy bitch,” I growl at her.
She finally opens her eyes. Her lips fall into a frown as her gaze roams my face. It’s as if she’s worried this is the last time she will see me like this.
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