Destiny hadn’t even come close to saying those words, keeping her love locked down. But he knew there was something there and that he owned the key. He needed only to ask for it, if he wanted her to let him in.
Answering to the other way she made him feel, he slid his hands over her silky hips and skimmed them under her robe, where he clutched onto her thighs and pulled her against him.
Destiny smiled and bit into that soft full lip of hers. “I was just getting ready for you.”
“Mmm. You were thinking about me, were you?”
Destiny smirked this time and it left his gut flipping its lid. “I may have been.”
“Did you touch yourself?”
She stepped away from him and walked away, flaunting her long slim legs. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”
Destiny loved the way she could make this massive man squirm. Watching Skylar had become one of her favorite past times. As she walked away, she felt his eyes searing her backside. She stopped, to taunt him some more. When she turned around to face him, her robe slipped off her leg.
“Are you coming in? Or are you just going to hang out at the door all night?”
“All night? I thought I was taking you out?”
Destiny shrugged a shoulder and disappeared into her bedroom. “Or we can do that.”
Skylar had kicked off his boots and followed her into the bedroom within seconds.
Destiny had already dropped herself back onto the bed, and let loose the ties on her robe. “If you’re ready for dinner, I can get dressed.” She twirled the silky belt around her finger, and she knew exactly what it was doing to him.
Skylar crossed the floor and was on top of her before she could blink her eyes. “Not a chance,” he growled, as he unwrapped her from her scanty robe.
His lips trailed across her chest and down her stomach. He caressed her body with soft, wet kisses, skimming her core and locking onto her hips, making her insides flutter.
“I love…” he voiced, with pause. “…the way your body responds to me.”
Destiny’s eyes burst open and she stared at the ceiling recognizing the depth in his meaningful growl. She wasn’t thinking of the lust that had always been there, coursing through her veins, but the emotions that had gone along with it. Tiny white bumps crept across her sweltering skin, while she wondered what he was thinking.
Hearing the word love on his lips had made her heart shiver. She closed her eyes, smiling, loving the way he obsessed over every inch of her body. She couldn’t believe how many times she found herself using the word love when it involved Skylar.
His groan sent delicious vibrations through her, lighting every sense in her body on fire. While she was naked, he was fully clothed and even that raised her excitement level. Then his lips left her body and she felt him covering her up again. Ooh. He must have some other fun idea planned.
They always made love in the bed, but she loved when he surprised her with a racy rendezvous. She would never forget the time he ripped right through her nylons and had her squealing in her car. He had needed inside her that urgently, and that much lust hadn’t gone unappreciated. They had other fun excursions too, but that one remained at the top of the list of her favorites.
Over the past week, their relationship had seemed to grow more serious. They had spent every last night together and she couldn’t imagine not spending every night after that with him. She hadn’t told him, but that had made her the happiest yet. They hadn’t actually discussed taking their relationship to the next level, it kind of just happened. She hadn’t brought it up for fear that he would think he was getting too involved too quickly.
She had dropped everything, and put her life on hold, to move closer to him and give them a chance. So far, she had no complaints. In fact, she was the happiest she had ever been. But the look on Skylar’s face, when she lifted herself to a sitting position, scared her. He was sitting on the edge of her bed and she instantly worried that something was wrong. She crawled over to him and rested a hand on his solid thigh, anxiously insisting that he make eye contact with her.
“What’s wrong?” She needed him to tell her, so she could make it better. She ran her other hand over his shoulder, attaching herself to him. She prayed that she wasn’t doing the opposite of what he was expecting from her.
“Is it me?” Her voice cracked, giving away her self-consciousness. Then she released his arm, backing away, suddenly terrified by how important their conversation had turned.
“No, Destiny. Never you.”
Him then? He needed to spit it out already! “What?”
“I don’t know how to say it exactly.”
Tears rested in her eyes, as she waited for him to say it. What would she do without Skylar in her life? She had enjoyed this past month, more than she could have ever imagined. And he had surprised her.
She liked her new place. She liked the small, sleepy city. Her job was alright. But their chemistry had remained explosive. So what could possibly be the problem?
Destiny had done her best to remain independent and leave him as detached as he wanted to be. But he was the one who had invited her to spend that first night at his place, and he was the one who agreed to sleep over every night after that. He hadn’t complained, and she had left it open to him, if he wanted to leave. But he had always stayed, meeting all of her needs, giving her everything she wanted.
Of course she liked having her own personal security guard, especially when he was all tattooed-sexy. But more than that, with Skylar she didn’t have to be afraid of stepping out of bounds. Ordinarily, she would strictly follow all the rules. After losing her job and having no plan at all, it left it open for her to find a new way. Skylar paved that way. He had her discovering things outside of her comfort zone, and stopped her from restricting herself. Skylar had her taking chances and sharing her hopes and dreams.
The past 30 days had been amazing, and that all stemmed from the craziest and most outrageous decision she had ever made. She had picked up her life and moved it to a new city, without any promises or expectations. She hadn’t asked him for anything, until now.
“It’s okay. Just say it,” she whispered, pressing her eyes shut.
Skylar turned to her, cupped her cheek and brushed his thumb over her chilled flesh. She was careful to hang onto her tears, but Skylar had her getting ready for a fight. His eyes appeared to be filled with discomfort and uncertainty. That indecision might have been her only saving grace. On the other hand, she wasn’t going to let him kick her to the curb first. She could right her wrongs later.
Destiny turned away from him, stealing her face from his hand. “Forget it. There’s the door.”
Her voice had defied her, exposing her disappointment. But she stood up and walked away anyway. After sliding off the lock, she was ready to pry open the door and fling him out of it. Destiny twisted the handle, but as she pulled on the knob, Skylar’s large hand flattened against the door, pressing it shut.
“I’m not going anywhere,” he growled, close to her ear.
Destiny dropped her chin and closed her eyes. She had lost her nerve, along with a couple of tears that dripped out of her eyes. She was so confused and didn’t actually want to risk what they had worked so hard to build. Her voice came out soft and sad. “Why?”
“Because I love you.”
She could feel Skylar’s hurried breaths on her neck and hear nothing more than the beat of their hearts in the powerless silence.
“Say something,” Skylar demanded, spinning her around to face him. Skylar never took his eyes away from hers. Watching. Waiting.
Stunned by his confession, Destiny blurted out the first thing that came to her. “But you said you don’t like strings.”
There was a slight pause. Then Skylar admitted it to her. “I don’t. But I like you.”
A soft smile crept up on her lips, as she glanced at the floor again, feeling a little foolish.
Skylar kept his hands on her arms and pressed her in
to the door, demanding her attention. His chin hovered close to her neck and his voice remained low. “Do you still want me to leave?”
She revelled in the feel of his lips against her bare skin and his rough hands on her arms.
“Well?” he asked, not giving her a second to think about it.
She would take whatever he would give her, but he was going to know the truth. “No,” she whispered, but her voice was barely audible. She couldn’t believe how tough this was for her, when she knew exactly what she wanted.
“What was that?”
“No,” she stated, unmistakably. “I don’t want you to go.”
“Are you sure about that, love? Because you look like you’re ready to kick my ass.”
Stunning herself with her confession, Destiny kept her head held high. “I love you, Skylar.”
His answering smile was almost magical. Skylar wrapped his arms around her, and one of his hands slid over her hip and down to the juncture between her thighs. His fingers glided over the silk of her robe and caressed her through the sensual fabric.
“I thought you might say that.”
Destiny tried not to squirm as he stroked her, with his warm breath tickling her lips. “Is that right?” she asked, just barely getting the words out.
He tried to pull out a sexy smirk, but Skylar couldn’t wipe the seriousness of what he had to say from his face. His guarantee rumbled over her heart like a freight train.
“Now that I’ve found my destiny, I’m not letting go.”
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Christa Simpson is a Bestselling Romance Author who entertains her readers with protective alpha males and sassy heroines. She writes sexy new adult romances loaded with passion, suspense and sarcasm. In her free time, she loves reading, writing, music, movies and dancing.
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Author of . . .
THE TWISTED SERIES
Book 1: Twisted
Book 2: Twist & Turn
Book 3: A Twist of Fate
Book 4: Twisted Desire
THE DESTINY SERIES
Book 1: Finding Destiny
Book 2: Beautifully Broken
Book 3: Perfectly Ruined
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TWISTED
THE TWISTED SERIES: BOOK 1
Can a man and woman be just friends?
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After having graduated from law school with honors, Edwin Santora, Abigail’s occasional ex and handsome housemate, could get a job anywhere he wanted. Of all the places to land, why does he take a position with her small firm? As if sharing a house with her irresistible ex wasn’t bad enough, it quickly becomes the least of her concerns. When Edwin’s macho arrogance begins to seriously affect her dating life, Abigail starts to reconsider their friendship. Not that Edwin believes a man and woman can be just friends anyway.
With Edwin’s swoon-worthy stunts and fierce persistence, Abigail finds herself catching feelings. When Edwin makes a friendly proposal, no-strings-attached, Abigail can’t resist. After some sexy role playing, she finds herself dangerously in love and wrapped back up in his powerful grip. When Abigail selfishly risks their relationship to get what she wants, will their friendship pass the test? Or will they give in to the mysterious forces trying to drive them apart?
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Excerpt:
I rubbed my eyes, pulled open by bedroom door and trotted down the stairs for breakfast. No Edwin. I ran back upstairs, showered in our shared bathroom, and returned to my bedroom. No Edwin. I carefully unclipped a long black pencil skirt from a hanger, and slipped the fitted skirt over my hips. Before I topped it with a flirty blouse, I decided I should’ve probably brushed my teeth first. There’s nothing worse on a Monday morning, than tooth paste splatter on your white shirt.
Acting quick and careless, I headed for my door, and when I stepped out into the hallway, I bumped right into Edwin.
"Whoa," he said. He seemed equally as stunned by the imposition, but he didn’t budge an inch.
Being inside his personal space was incredibly awkward. It wasn’t exactly the place I had expected to be this morning, but there I was, wearing nothing but a barely-there bra.
My eyes flashed away from his glimmering aqua glance and landed on his luscious smiling lips. Lower yet, my eyes focused in on his smooth chest peeking out of his crisp white, mostly unbuttoned shirt. Damn it. He looked like a tasty morning treat, his shirt fully tucked into those black slacks hung handsomely from his masculine hips.
I swallowed the lusty lump from the back of my throat. "Sorry," I said, softly. I didn't even know whether I was apologizing for getting in his face or eyeing his body like a piece of man candy.
It didn’t seem to matter to him. He took my chin in his hand and looked right through me with his piercing gaze. "You can feel sorry for a lot of things, but this shouldn't ever be one of them."
His lips covered mine, his drugging kiss long and slow, as I struggled with myself to make him stop. I should have. I could have. But I didn't.
Edwin stopped first and smiled at my carelessness. I stood there a little stunned and a lot disappointed with my lack of judgment. With fists bunched at my sides, I forced a stern look to make its appearance. It was hard to keep it together.
"What do you think you’re doing, Eddie?"
"I couldn't help myself, and you didn't stop me. What do you expect? I'm only a man."
How can I argue with that? I loosened my fists and took a deep breath, in an attempt to relax my tense muscles. "Well, maybe you can give me a little notice next time."
"I didn't plan for this. It just happened,” he insisted.
"I'm sure. You're lips just bumped into mine.”
"Like you just happened to rush out of your door at the exact time I was passing," he challenged. His arrogance was starting to make me angry, but I was relieved to feel any emotion other than sadness and despair.
"Wait a minute: that really happened! Don't try and turn this on me."
"Mmm, hmm," he replied, pressing my every button.
"Well, I hope you enjoyed yourself, because I’m not going to let you take advantage of me like that again.” I backed away, more for me than for him. He smelled so good.
He laughed and just stood there, shaking his head, staring at me. His fresh aftershave and fragrant cologne mixed with his arousal in an enticing aroma. It had a terrifying effect on me, heightening my senses and messing with my mind. After being so dangerously close to him, I was desperate for some privacy to regain my composure. But his eyes never left mine and I worried that he was magically deciphering my thoughts.
With my nerves getting the best of me, I did what any reasonable woman would have done in the circumstances: I bolted for the washroom.
"I was just going to brush my teeth," I announced, trying to prove my innocence. I ducked into the washroom, feeling safe once I was out of the fathomless aqua force field he was wielding.
"Oh really?" he replied, following after me. "Funny. Because that's exactly what I was coming to do."
My eyes grew wide with anxiety and as soon as I noticed, I glared at myself in the mirror. Time… space… I need...
Edwin appeared nonchalantly in the reflection behind me. I tore my eyes from his firm chest and confident stare, and fix
ed them on my toothbrush, as I shakily applied the paste. I put the tube down and pressed both of my hands against the cold marble countertop to support my weight, stop the shaking and avoid his mystical eyes.
Continuing with his casual lack of concern, Edwin reached around me and under my outstretched arms to retrieve the toothpaste and his brush. I closed my eyes and inhaled his scent, totally disarming my anger and arousing my budding curiosity.
I took a deep breath. "What are you doing?" I asked, as I ran my brush under the water.
"Brushing my teeth. Obviously."
"Hah!" I replied, with a mouthful of paste.
Edwin began to fight me for the sink bowl, playfully hip checking and trying to shove me out of the way. I defended better than a seasoned veteran, boxing him out with my hips and rear-end.
"I better warn you," Edwin mumbled, with paste foaming around his lips. He nudged me aside and emptied his mouthful into the sink. "I may try and kiss you again when you're done brushing."
I sputtered into the sink, reacting to his terrifying words. "Don't even think about it!" I squealed, feeling extremely uncomfortable with the notion.
"You asked for notice and service is effective," he taunted, dipping his mouth to the tap. He slurped up some water and swished it around in his mouth as I took a mouthful of water myself.
I rinsed out my mouth and dried it on the towel as Edwin spewed out the last of his mouthwash. I wanted to be mad. I tried to be mad. But how could you be mad at that handsome face?
"Don't say I didn't warn you," he said, winking.
There was no denying that spending time like this with Edwin made me feel a lot better about everything. Playful was doable, and I was pleasantly surprised that he was being so good about it so soon. Taking my good old time, I flossed every tooth and gargled with mouthwash. Edwin watched me intently.
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