None of this made any sense.
Alicia had been so good for so long. She’d paid and paid and paid for that single night eight years ago. She’d been so vigilant, so careful, ever since. She was never spontaneous. She was never reckless. And yet this beautiful shadow of a man had the bluest eyes she’d ever seen, and the saddest mouth, and the way he touched her made her shake and burn and glow.
And she thought that maybe this once, for a moment or two, she could let down her guard. Just the smallest, tiniest bit. It didn’t have to mean anything she didn’t want it to mean. It didn’t have to mean anything at all.
So she ignored that voice inside of her, and she ignored his warning, too.
Alicia leaned her face into his hard palm as if it was the easiest thing in the world, and smiled when he pulled in a breath like it was a fire in him, too. Like he felt the same burn.
She stretched up against his hard, tough body and told herself this was about that grim mouth of his, not the wild, impossible things she knew she shouldn’t let herself feel or want or, God help her, do. And they were in the shadows of a crowded club where nobody could see her and no one would ever know what she did in the dark. It wasn’t as if it counted.
She could go back to her regularly scheduled quiet life in a moment.
It would only be a moment. One small moment outside all the rules she’d made for herself, the rules she’d lived by so carefully for so long, and then she would go straight back home to her neat, orderly, virtuous life.
She would. She had to. She would.
But first Alicia obeyed that surge of wild demand inside of her, leaned closer and fitted her mouth to his.
Copyright © 2013 by Caitlin Crews
ISBN-13: 9781460322673
RUMORS ON THE RED CARPET
Copyright © 2013 by Carole Mortimer
THE TALK OF HOLLYWOOD
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