When Knox Wellington opens the door to Charlie
Davenport, he's not expecting the fiery brunette with whiskey colored
eyes and a feisty personality. Sparks fly immediately, even though their
initial meeting is nothing but hostile. Their chemistry is undeniable,
but the chip on Knox's shoulder threatens to destroy any hope of him
wooing the sweet, southern volunteer sent to help with his
rehabilitation.
Little does he know she's no Southern Belle, as she gives as good as she can take. As unexpected circumstances push them closer together, heads butt, patience is tested, and flames ignite as they dance around their mutual attraction, both of them jaded from broken pasts.
They've both been burned before, so when their feelings of lust, desire, and wanting are inflamed in the heat of the moment, will they finally be able to get over the pain of the past or will their relationship be reduced to ashes before it can ever really begin?
*While this book is a standalone, characters from Ignite, book 1, will appear in Knox's story.
Little does he know she's no Southern Belle, as she gives as good as she can take. As unexpected circumstances push them closer together, heads butt, patience is tested, and flames ignite as they dance around their mutual attraction, both of them jaded from broken pasts.
They've both been burned before, so when their feelings of lust, desire, and wanting are inflamed in the heat of the moment, will they finally be able to get over the pain of the past or will their relationship be reduced to ashes before it can ever really begin?
*While this book is a standalone, characters from Ignite, book 1, will appear in Knox's story.
Following after her, I find
her bent over in front of the refrigerator holding the door open and
staring at the contents inside. The way her ass is sticking out
unleashes something inside me, and I go semi-hard just from watching
her. I instantly feel the need to show her that I’m not some weak,
damaged man. I walk up behind her and grab her by the waist, turning her
around. Kicking the door shut behind me, I push her to the island, and
if I thought I could get away with it, I’d be pressing myself up against
so she could feel what she’s doing to me. She’s staring up at me with
confusion in her big, brown eyes, and I wonder what the hell I’m doing.
“Hop up,” I tell her, and she complies immediately, surprising me by not fighting it.
I place my hands on her knees, spreading them and stepping
closer to her so my hips are between her legs. As best as I can, I take a
hold each one and wrap them around my waist, and she involuntarily
tightens them around my middle, although her ass is still firmly planted
on the counter. This isn’t how I imagined her legs wrapped around me
for the first time, but I can’t deny that I don’t love the feel of her
gripping my waist tightly.
“Arms around my neck, Charlie.” The confused expression on her face deepens, but she does as she’s told.
“What are you doing, Knox?” she asks, looking up at me, her face only inches from mine.
Swallowing hard, I ignore her question and bring my forehead to
hers. “Just do this for me, okay? Don’t fight me on it. Just this once.
I need to do this.”
She nods, and I’m not sure she knows what to expect, confirming
it when I pull her off the counter. Gasping, she starts to struggle,
and I have to brace myself against the counter to keep from falling.
Jesus, this woman is so damn defiant, and it can be both sexy as hell
and annoyingly irritating.
“Knox, what the hell?! Put me down!”
Fuck, I know I should probably listen to her, but I’ve gotten
to this point and I’m not stopping until I can prove to myself that I
haven’t completely lost all of my strength. She’s not exactly heavy, but
her struggling is making it difficult to keep my one good arm around
her as I make my way down the hallway, heading into the guest bedroom.
Somewhere along the way she stops struggling, apparently having given up
and figuring that it’s just easier to let me do this.
I’m slightly out of breath by the time I get to her bed, and
I’m more than happy to release her from my arms. Relief washes over me
when she plops on the bed, bouncing once. Whether the relief is from
having been able to do it or from having freed myself of her weight.
Either way, I’m fucking ecstatic, and even though I’m breathing heavy,
it was a small victory for me and my bruised ego.
I begin backing away from her because I know the verbal assault
is coming, and I don’t blame her, but I don’t regret it.
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