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EXCERPT - Yanked by Serena Akeroyd
EXCERPT - Yanked by Serena Akeroyd
by Serena Akeroyd
EXCERPT
What did you mean to happen? he asked, cocking a brow at her.
She blew out a breath. I don't know. I just wanted to know what we were
doing tonight, really. I never intended... She swallowed. Sorry.
The repeated apology had him frowning down at her. Why? Why are you
sorry? You don't have to be.
Because... She jerked her hips a little, reminding himlike he needed the
reminderof his hard-on.
Had it been any other woman, he'd have been suggestive. Encouraging.
Teasing. Instead, he shrugged off his need like he'd never done before in his
life and murmured, There's always later.
She bit her lip, and he couldn't stop himself from reaching forward to press
his mouth to hers. He tugged at the tender morsel with his own teeth, nibbling
down gently before murmuring, Only I can bite your lip now, he
whispered, his voice rough with the hunger ricocheting through his system.
A tremor worked through her and she sucked in a shaky breath. I-I've never
come like that before. Not...not with...
He could have preened, because hell, it did inflate his ego to hear that, but
instead, he told her, You would have to be blind not to feel the chemistry
between us, Tara. I always knew we'd be combustible together.
She blinked. You knew?
I did.
How?
Noah gritted his jaw. When I saw you with that schmuck of a boyfriend at
the office party at Christmas and Easter. He had his hands on you for some of
the slow dances and I wanted to tear him a new one.
T-This chemistry, it's more than I've ever felt before. I won't lie about that,
but I still don't want anything serious, Noah.
He sighed at her worried voice. And I'm not offering anything serious, Tara.
I'm just saying it how it is. These things, they burn brightly but who knows
for how long. I don't want to waste it. I want to feel the burn, and I want to
know you do.
I want to feel it too.
And you will. If you respond like that later, it's going to scorch us.
She flushed. You talk about it so easily.
So do you, normally. He tilted his head to the side. You spoke about it
before like it was nothing.
That was before I climaxed on your lap in your office.
He shrugged that off. You should take that for what it is: a gift.
Oh Christ, don't start getting a big head, she retorted, and he was pleased to
hear his Tara coming back to him.
Her shyness had been a surprise, a pleasant one, but this was the woman he
knew and craved. This was the firecracker he'd known would raze his world
to the ground.
I think I deserve one.
I'll let it grow a couple of inches, and that's about it.
Her eyelids were heavy, slumberous, and the shamrock green of her eyes
sparked and glinted at his suggestion. He could sense the spike in her arousal
and was burned by it.
Just as he did, she clenched her fists. Is that a promise, Noah?
It is.
And do you keep your promises?
I do.