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MINE TO HOLD EXCERPT
“Please, let me go. I know best,
really. If you’ll just . . . do this for me—”
“You mean leave you now when you
need me most, just like I did after I touched every inch of your body and got
deeper inside you than any man ever has? Leave again, simply because you asked
me to? Because you think you know best?”
Tyler advanced even closer, and
suddenly, his bedroom door was at her back. He planted both of his large hands
on either side of her head and leaned in. Her heart picked up speed viciously.
That woodsy, testosterone-oozing scent swamped Delaney, and her legs trembled
beneath her. She flattened herself against the door . . . but Tyler kept coming
closer, leaning in, his green gaze darkening, drilling into her.
“How well do you think me
listening to you worked out last time?” he challenged.
Terribly. Eric had eventually
screamed that Tyler slinking off only made him wonder how long they’d been
fucking each other. Her protestations otherwise had fallen on completely deaf
ears. The positive pregnancy test had been the death knell of their marriage. By
then, Tyler had been long gone, and she’d missed him so much. But . . .
Delaney closed her eyes. “This
“Yeah. It’s worse. Seth could
lose you for the rest of his little life. I could
lose you forever instead of for two years. Not happening, angel. Last time I
saw you, I listened to you about everything. This time? It’s my way.”
Tyler cradled her face in his
big hands. His stare zeroed in on her mouth. He pressed the length of his body
against hers. The thin T-shirt she wore did nothing to protect her from the
blistering heat of his body. He notched his heavy, steely erection against her mound.
Delaney’s heart stuttered. And then his lips hovered right above hers, his head
cocking to the side as his gaze ensnared her. He lowered his mouth so, so
close. She curled her fingers into fists at her sides so that she didn’t wrap
her arms around him, her legs around him, and beg for everything he could give
her—safety, comfort . . . feverish desire, shattering pleasure.
He exhaled against her mouth,
parted his lips. God, she couldn’t breathe. Already, she wanted him desperately.
Her heart pounded. Her pussy ached. If he kissed her, it would only make
everything ten times more difficult.
“Don’t,” she whispered.
He hesitated, dropped his head
near her ear. “My way, Del.”
Then Tyler nipped at her lobe
with his teeth. A shiver wound through her, all the way to her toes.
She didn’t get in another breath
before Tyler’s lips took hers, at first hungry but searching, as if testing his
reception. The past, his long list of conquests, the pain between them—all
instantly obliterated in the comfort of his solid embrace. His aching
familiarity. His seductive kiss. There was no way she could stop the welcome bubbling
inside her. Her lips turned pliant, yearning.
An instant later, Tyler groaned,
bulldozing his way into her mouth. His heat crashed over her, inside her,
surging low in her belly—then spearing deep between her thighs. The warmth of
his breath as he seized her mouth and shoved her lips farther apart with his
own burned her up. His arms twisted around her body, jacking her tight against
the inferno of his taut muscles and steely cock.
She gasped into his mouth. He
went deeper, even as his palm worked under her shirt, branding the suddenly
feverish skin of her back, holding her against him without a breath of air
Without conscious thought, she
whimpered, her body melting into his, hands fisting his T-shirt, then clutching
his shoulders to drag him closer. She opened wider for the hot thrust of his
kiss. Needed it. Tyler gave it to her, then grabbed her thigh in one hand, slung
it over his hip, and pressed harder against the needy flesh throbbing between
her legs. She moaned.
Then Del caught herself.
No, no, no . . . Please let the response
shimmering inside her be like a mirage on a hot highway, glimmering with
promise. Not real.
Because if it was, she was in a
whole world of trouble.
But it felt all too genuine, too
intense. It had been so long since she’d experienced the tug and pull of
attraction, that agonizing want making her sink against a man’s body.
Now wasn’t the time to be
distracted. Her life—and her son’s—were on the line.
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