Hero: Duncan Welsh. Lawyer. Extremely uptight and proper. Has anxiety issues. Has OCD issues. (Mandi falls for him hard)
Heroine: Raina. Owns the local bar and is a tattoo artist. Takes shit from no one. Gets turned on by the stuffy lawyer who keeps stopping by her bar to have drinks.
“How long have you wanted this?” he murmured, lips teasing her damp skin.
“Wanted what?”
“My hands on your body.”
She shivered. “Since maybe the third time you showed up at my bar. When I first saw some cracks forming in all that ice you keep stacked up around you.”
His breath steamed her neck, teeth rasping softly. “I’ve split straight down the middle now. You must be positively wrought.”
“You talk like a robot butler,” she said, stroking his hard chest and arms. “Why the fuck does that get me so wet?”
His free hand slid up between them, cupping her breast, and she decided the why of it was moot. “Let’s go to my bed.”
He spoke against her throat, a single, neat syllable sweetened with unmistakable cruelty. “No.”
“I’m going to die if I don’t get you inside of me.”
“What a shame,” he murmured. “You’re so young.”
“You want me to beg, don’t you?”
“I want you to come,” he corrected, fingers stroking so deep and quick, his other thumb toying with her nipple. And she could do just as he wanted – she would come, just from this. She was smelling him now, his skin and his hair, a hint of sweat and that goddamn glorious cologne. Worth every fucking penny.
“I don’t need any man, ever,” she said, practically moaning against his temple, “but I need you. Inside me. Tonight. Right now.”
“That’s terribly flattering, Ms. Harper.”
Christ, that nickname. “If we don’t fuck, I’m going to murder you.”
“That would be ironic, given the entire purpose of my stay.”
“Shut up, Duncan.”
“Come, Ms. Harper.”
I loooooved this book. For those that read Lay It Down, you’ve already met Duncan and Raina. He was everything I wanted him to be – a bit awkward, arrogant, and sexy as hell. This book releases Tuesday. Review will post this week as well.
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