Secrets and Sins #4
Entangled
August 2014
On Sale: August 4, 2014
Featuring: Chayot Grey; Aslyn Jericho
210 pages ISBN: 1633750388 EAN: 9781633750388 Kindle: B00LRXRSJK e-Book Add to Wish List
"“You need to go,” Chayot growled. He
didn’t backpedal, didn’t cower, but damn if he
didn’t want to. One touch of Aslyn’s slender
musician fingers, and that fractured armor that encased his
emotions would shatter into splinters. In this second, she
threatened him more than a counselor’s couch or demons
he couldn’t beat back. Ignoring his warning, she
pressed on. “What’s wrong?”
“Aslyn.” He narrowed his eyes, hardened his
voice to stone. “Go. Now.” “No.” She
moved forward again, eliminating the space between them.
Compassion and concern radiated from her gaze, but
underneath glinted something more worrisome. Determination.
Shit. The therapist had poked the beast within him, but
Aslyn stirred it. Excited it. It reached out to her with
eager, greedy claws, wanting to drag her closer, gorge on
her sweetness. Satisfy the voracious need…quiet the
relentless craving. If he let the darkness loose, he
didn’t know if he’d be able to cage it again. If
she wouldn’t be collateral damage left in its wake.
“Aslyn, damn it. Get out.” The words rumbled
from his chest on a tide of desperation. “No,”
she repeated. And then more softly, “No.” She
moved too fast or maybe he’d moved too slow. But
before he could dodge her, she infiltrated his personal
space, pressed her chest to his. Cupped his face. She
murmured his name and he tasted the sweet scent of
strawberries on her breath. He wanted it in his mouth.
Wanted to taste it directly off her tongue. Lust, blistering
and heavy, poured through him in a thick, molten molasses.
It pounded in his chest. Pooled and throbbed in his cock so
the hard length pressed insistently into her belly. No way
she didn’t notice. No way she didn’t feel it
damn near nudging her, begging for her attention. But if he
expected her to be appalled, he should’ve known
better. Most women would’ve spun away or played coy.
She cuddled closer, applying a teeth-gritting pressure to
his dick that had him two seconds from pinning her against
the wall, dragging down her jeans and panties, and pounding
into a pussy he knew would be hot and tight like a vise
grip. “I don’t want—” he gritted
out, squeezing his fists until his fingers pulsed in
protest. The moment he removed them from his pockets, all
bets would be off. He’d touch her, and there would be
no going back from that. “What?” She whisked her
thumb over his cheekbone, under his bottom lip. “You
don’t want to use me?” she breathed.
“That’s what you said, right?” She drove
her fingers through his hair, her nails scraping his scalp
and arrowing tremors of pure need down every nerve ending
and synapse in his body. He groaned, snatching his hands
from his pockets and grabbing her hips, prepared to thrust
her away from him before the tenuous leash on his control
snapped beyond repair. “Use me, Chay. I’m right
here. I’ll take you into the dark and promise not to
leave you alone. We’ll go together.” Then she
kissed him.