From USA Today bestselling author Aliyah Burke comes a playfully sexy romantic-
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But her hesitation with Mitchell was more than that. She’d nearly given up her life to a man before and he’d turned around and destroyed her. She wasn’t falling for that again.
Swiping her tongue along her lips, she huffed. “Let me make sure I’m understanding this correctly. You’re mad because I respected the pillow boundary and wanted to sleep?”
“The fucking pillow boundary was your idea—one you violate every night, and I for one am goddamn pleased you do because I get to have you pressed against me as we sleep.” He released her chin and bracketed her in between his arms, his body, and the edge of the sink. “If the only time you’re willing to trust me is when you’re sleeping, I’ll take that.” His nostrils flared. “For now. And you didn’t want to sleep, you wanted to avoid talking to me.”
Like right now.
“Not at all how I remember it.”
“Shocking,” he snarked.
“Don’t cop an attitude with me, Mitchell Anderson. I’m not going to stand here and let you do that because of who you are. Let’s recall last night.”
His lips twitched and he nodded. “Let’s.”
Mitchell nudged his leg between hers and she bit the inside of her cheek to keep a disastrous and all-telling moan contained.
“Are we staying here or taking it to our bed?”
“There’s nothing we need to be in bed together for, other than sleeping, and we don’t even need to be there together for that.” She really should take her hand off him…and move away.
His gaze hardened. “This is going to be an entirely different discussion if you want to talk about that. One thing at a time. You running from me.”
“Argh!” She smacked his chest. “I don’t run from you. We were discussing how your world is lacking people like me and I asked you a question. Then you got pissy and closed down. I’m not asking to be anything important in your life, Mitchell. I simply wanted you to admit that I’m not anything like the women you’ve been with before.”
He snapped his hand around her wrist, keeping her palm against his chest. Damn it, she could feel him, hard and thick against her belly. Her legs weakened and Hope was fairly certain she was about to lose what little sanity she had left.
“You’re right, Flykra. I don’t have anyone like you in my life. Because there isn’t anyone like you…anywhere.”
She rolled her eyes. “Please, is that the best line you have?”
Mitchell took away any space between them and Hope tipped her head, simply to be able to maintain eye contact with the towering man.
“No line. No spin. Not anything but the fucking truth. Whether or not you believe me is up to you. You’re right, I didn’t want to talk about it because all that does is remind me how fucked up my childhood was and how much my mother’s twisted views got to me, despite my best friends and their parents showing me how wrong she was. No, I’m not blaming my mother completely. I was there and I’m now an adult. I have to take some responsibility.”
She had a degree in psychology but nope, wasn’t going there. “I’m not going to appease your conscience, Mitchell. I refuse to fill that role. Look, I will forever be in debt to you for what you did for me but other than that—”
He kissed her.
Author Bio:
Aliyah Burke is an avid reader and is never far from pen and paper (or the computer). She loves to hear from her readers and can be reached at http://aliyah-burke.com/blog/contact/
She is married to a career military man, they have three Borzoi. Her days are spent sharing her time between work, writing, and dog training/showing.
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