Accidental Shield
-- EXCERPT: I can’t look away. Those golden eyes are mesmerizing. She’s so fucking beautiful and frail it hurts, this soft, confused young thing eyeing me like I can make all her worries vanish in a flash. If only. Hell, just admitting how hot she is feels like a weird relief, considering I’ve been fighting it all day. “Aren’t you coming to bed?” she asks, sitting up. Shit. Here we go. I shake my head, having decided I’d sleep upstairs in Bryce’s room. “Figured you’d be better off with the bed to yourself. I’ll sleep—” “What? Why?” She shrugs. “It’s a big bed, and…” Oh, hell. Her cheeks go rosy pink, and then her words hit me right between the eyes. “I don’t want to be alone.” Well, fuck. When she looks at me with those big gold eyes, something happens. Probably the same thing that’s been happening ever since Cash pulled up and I carried her into my house. My heart starts thudding, telling me I’m not as immune to her magic as I thought. My hands clench at my sides, forming fists, like some screwed up secret prayer trying to save us both from a cataclysm. “Please, Flint?” she whispers. “We’re married, aren’t we?” Right. That whole thing, I think to myself. Where’s the sniper to put me out of my misery? I’ll kick myself in the ass for this later. “Okay,” I finally agree. Gritting my teeth at the way other parts of my body react, I tell her, “Just let me hop in the shower first.” She beams like the sun, stroking the cat that followed us in here. It’s resting on the bed beside her. “We’ll be here.” Just frigging great. Another adjustment, having to share my bed with a mini cheetah and a girl who just might make me hard enough to hit a home run. I head to the bathroom, shaking my head as soon as the door’s shut. No lie, this might be the toughest job I’ve ever taken on. And that’s saying a fuck of a lot, considering the Cornaro Outfit made me wish I was dead once upon a time. I’m not sure what worries me more as I stand under the waterfall showerhead, temperature set to glacial. Is it the re-match with Cornaro guns making me freak? Or is it Valerie Gerard’s sweet looks that could end me in a puff of flame and testosterone?
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