“Don’t even think about it,” Julian warned as he leaned back on the plush seat
of their limousine.
“Think about what?” Kristin asked angrily.
“If
you jump from a moving vehicle, you’ll more than likely end up breaking your
neck, and that would be a shame. You’d miss Vegas and the wedding.”
It irritated her that he not only had known exactly what she was contemplating,
but had quickly come to the same conclusion as her. There was no way she was
taking a swan dive from a moving vehicle.
She’d been so shocked by his
outrageous behavior that she hadn’t been able to
speak until now, even though they’d been riding for several minutes. How he’d
gotten the fancy limo down a closed street, she didn’t know. But Kristin was
fairly certain it had a lot to do with the chief of police being Julian’s
cousin, Dante. The old chief had retired just a few months ago, and Dante
Sinclair had taken the promotion when it was offered to him.
Kristin shot
Julian a furious glare. Even though it was already getting dark,
the vehicle had lights in the passenger area. As far as Kristin could tell, the
fancy car had everything, any luxury a person could ever want. Hell, she could
throw a damn party in the back of the limo if she wanted. Unfortunately, parties
were the last thing on her mind.
As she stared at the man across from
her, it was impossible not to notice how
Julian was sprawled across the seat, looking like he hadn’t just kidnapped a
woman from her father’s bar, and like there was nothing he couldn’t do if he
wanted to do it. He seemed to exude some kind of alpha-male pheromones that made
her uncomfortable. Sure, he was handsome. He was, after all, a superstar. But
there was something about the way Julian seemed comfortable in his own skin that
rattled the hell out of her.
Unless he was performing, she highly doubted
he gave a damn how he looked. But
even dressed carelessly in a pair of jeans that had obviously seen some wear,
and topped with a light-blue fisherman’s sweater, he still wore those clothes
confidently. If she was being completely honest, casual was a good look on him.
If she added his frequently spiking blond hair that made him look like he had
just rolled out of bed—but in a sexy, totally unfair, hot kind of way—and his
expressive blue eyes, she didn’t doubt that women all over the world wanted to
be the one to catch his attention.
Tearing her eyes away from the
tempting sight of his big body lounging casually
on the seat, she asked, “Why do you care if I jump out of the car? I haven’t
even figured out why you’re here.”
“I told you why I’m here. Mara said
she couldn’t persuade you to come, so I
decided to swing by and pick you up.” He paused before adding, “Turns out I had
to pick you up literally.”
“You didn’t pick me up. You kidnapped me,” she
accused, still feeling like
everything that was happening was surreal. “And you left my parents’ livelihood
in the hands of a man in loud shorts and flip-flops.”
“Carl thinks
they’re sexy. He likes to impress the ladies. I don’t think you saw
his ‘signature shake,’ but customers seem to love it. And in all fairness, I
did tell him we were going to the coast. He just didn’t realize which
one until he and Sandie got into the jet.”
Kristin crossed her arms over
her breasts and shot Julian a stubborn look. “He’s
married. He shouldn’t care about the ladies.”
“He doesn’t mess around. He
just likes to attract attention. He’s actually the
best bartender in the country. By the time we get back, he’ll have increased
your parents’ business tenfold. Between Sandie’s culinary skills and Carl’s
bartending expertise, you’ll have a line waiting to get into Shamrock’s. Look,
Sandie and Carl are friends. They’re doing me a big favor. Can’t you just let go
of your pride and admit you wanted to go to the wedding? You look
exhausted.”
Julian lifted a brow in question. “Maybe I wanted you to be
at the wedding.
Maybe I didn’t want to be the only guy present without a date. Maybe I never
forgot how it felt to kiss those adorable, pouty lips of yours, or the chemistry
between us.” He hesitated for a few seconds before adding, “After I had a taste,
you had to know I’d be back for more.”
Kristin opened her mouth and then
closed it again, letting what he said sink in.
“It was just a kiss. It
was nothing.”
Sweet baby Jesus! Did he really need to mention
that day in the bar—not
so long ago—when he’d had her moaning for more as he claimed her with an embrace
she’d certainly never forgotten?
The car seemed to be getting warmer and
warmer as she recalled exactly how she’d
felt that day.
Desperate.
Wanting.
Free...
if only for a moment in time.
A sigh escaped her lips
unchecked, and she chastised herself as Julian searched
her face, as though he was looking for something she couldn’t quite put her
finger on.
“It wasn’t nothing,” Julian replied huskily. “It was something.”
From Wall Street
Journal bestselling author J.S.
Scott.
A-list movie star and billionaire Julian Sinclair learned
from past tragedy that life doesn’t come with multiple
takes. Now that he’s figured out what he wants—in the lush
form of redheaded Kristin Moore—he’s got one chance to claim
it. Between working as a medical assistant and filling in at
her parents’ bar, Kristin has no time for pleasure. So
Julian is bringing her to his brother’s Vegas wedding, where
their mutual attraction can finally get a starring role.
What happened in
Vegas has followed Kristin right back to
Amesport, Maine. In the space of one magical weekend, the
leading man in all her X-rated fantasies whisked her off to
Sin City for breathtaking sex, followed by an “accidental”
marriage she doesn’t remember. Kristin fully expects Julian
to demand a quickie divorce. But instead he’s daring her to
go all-in. To gamble everything on a love that might be too
good to be true…or the best, wildest adventure of their lives.
Romance Erotica
Sensual [Montlake Romance, On Sale: March 7,
2017, Trade Size / e-Book, ISBN: 9781503941649 / ]
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