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EXCERPT:
Mine.
He said
it last night, whispered it actually, as he wrapped himself around me and
settled us both in to catch our breath. I’m not sure if he intended to say it
out loud.
Not that
it matters.
Except,
I’m not sure how I feel about it. And frankly, after a night of some of the
best sex I’ve had in… ever, I guess
it means I’m okay with it.
Because I
definitely feel pretty possessive when it comes to him too.
But now
it’s the morning after, and historically speaking, we’re not good at this part.
Is it going to be awkward? Is he not going to call for a week again, and then
act affronted when I’m mad?
Ugh, this
part sucks.
He’s not
wrapped around me anymore. Thankfully, he’s the same as me in that the snuggles
are nice for about three minutes, and then it’s time to roll away and sleep in
a position that isn’t as hot as the devil’s house. But the sweet thing is, even
in sleep, he keeps tabs on me. His hand on my arm, his foot on my calf. He’s
always touching me in some way.
And I
like it. It makes me feel safe. I don’t remember the last time someone else
made me feel safe. Even my own father loved me, but I didn’t ever dare let my
guard down with him.
With
Declan, I sleep like a baby. Of course, that could simply be exhaustion.
The man
knows his way around the bedroom. And the bathroom and the stairs, if memory
serves correctly.
I grin
and stretch, look over my shoulder at the man himself, then slip from the bed
and hunt up my clothes, scattered about the room. The sun is up, but just
barely, bathing Declan’s bedroom in that early morning glow.
I pull my
bra on, and am just slipping my shirt over my head when I hear, “Where are you
going?”
“Home.” I
grin at him as I push my hands through my hair, shaking it out. “Sorry I woke
you.”
“I’m
not,” he replies and sits up. His hazel eyes, heavy with sleep, narrow on me as
I wince. “What’s wrong?”
I’m sore from you fucking the living hell
out of me all night long. Not that I can tell him that. “Just stepped
wrong,” I reply, hearing the lameness with my own ears.
“Thanks
for—“
“Maybe
you should—“
We both
speak at the same time, then smile. “You go,” I say.
“Stay,”
he simply says and slowly crawls out of bed, gloriously naked, and walks to me.
I can’t stop my eyes from roaming up and down his lean, tall body. His tanned
skin is smooth over lean muscles, his arms tattooed.
“I can go
home,” I murmur, but Declan reaches for me and pulls me against him. His hand
slides from my neck to my ass, where he grips onto me firmly.
“I’ve
never asked anyone to stay before,” he whispers, then kisses my forehead. “I’m
asking you, Calliope, to spend the day with me.”

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