Scarlett Cole is back with a brand new second chance romance in her Love Over Duty romantic suspense series, and I have a little sneak peek for you. Final Siege is now live.
She stopped when her feet butted up against his, when she had to look up to him. For once she looked at him like she used to, like he was a good man and she was grateful for him. “Okay,” she replied quietly. “But then we need to draw a line underneath this . . . reunion . . . whatever.”
“Do we?” he asked, watching her eyes watch his lips.
“Yes,” she whispered.
He placed a finger under her chin and lifted her face to his. With his eyes on her, he brought his lips to hers, at first keeping the pressure light and gentle. They were so unbelievably soft, the only part of her that time hadn’t hardened. Her eyes fluttered shut as the kiss turned demanding. God, he wanted to devour her, slowly, over the next several hours.
Gently, he slipped his hand around the back of her neck and threaded his fingers through that long mane of hers that felt like silk. He knew that at any moment she could push him away, but he was determined to take whatever she’d give him. He slid his hand along the dip in her waist, allowing his thumb to brush over the side of her breast until she stepped up against him. When she groaned, he remembered how she sounded when she came. She slid her hands along his face into his hair, and he remembered how she used to grip it when he’d drop to his knees in front of her.
His actions were becoming more urgent, as were hers. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tight against his body, knowing she could feel how hard he was getting. He’d worry about her moving out later. For now, he wanted nothing but her.
Dragging kisses along her jaw, he nudged her head to the left so he could kiss her behind her ear.
“Mac,” she gasped, as his lips brushed the side of her neck. She’d always loved it when he kissed her there. “Mac, please.”
Her words were ones of caution, not encouragement. He kissed her one more time against her pulse and then raised his head to look at her. Her lips were more ruby than plum, and the color in her cheeks was high.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “That was my fault. I shouldn’t . . . I mean . . . we can’t.”
“Don’t tell me you didn’t want that. You were right there with me and we both know it. . . . Consent is the most important thing in the world to me. Don’t make out like you didn’t want this, Delaney.”
She looked down at the floor. “Don’t you understand?” she said. “It’s never been about not wanting you. It’s everything you remind me of.”
Mac took a deep breath. Now wasn’t the time. “We need to go,” he said, knowing that Six had gone to Louisa’s lab to collect her and that Cabe was already on his way to Encinitas.
Delaney raised an eyebrow. “I said I’d think about it. But, I can’t go with you after that, Mac. It’s not fair. To either of us.”
“I already told Mom you were coming. I know, dick move, but I want you there. And she missed you. A lot. Please don’t disappoint her, Delaney.” It was a low blow, and he knew it—bringing his mom into it. Delaney and his mom had always gotten along famously. His mom had hurt almost as much as he had when the two of them had broken up.
“Cheap shot.” With a sigh, Delaney grabbed her purse. “Fine. But keep your lips and your hands to yourself, Mac.”
“Whatever you say, Buttons,” he said. But deliberately didn’t make any promises.