Trying the Knot
Emily Lowell is in a pickle. At her Brother Chad’s wedding
shower, her former lover, Jackson, has just shown her exactly how combustible
they still are together.
Yes, they made a pact to marry if she hadn’t found anyone
else within ten years, but the pact is moot. She’s now engaged to be married to
one of the hottest real estate brokers in Houston.
Should she be swayed by the wild heat that Jackson stokes in
her, or should she follow the path she’s planned since college?
Jackson may not give her a choice…
Excerpt
He chuckled, breath puffing
against her ear as he pulled her closer, her breasts against the iron wall of
his chest. "We used to be so good together, Emily."
Yes, they had. She would
admit that. But it was years in the past. She'd moved on with her life and
career. No matter how good he felt, she had other obligations.
He rubbed against her again
and she realized that it wasn't his hip. "Jackson," she hissed in
warning, her cheeks flushing.
But he merely tilted his
head sideways, blocking them from other people's gazes. "Yes, Emily,"
he breathed into her ear.
A shiver coursed through
her and she could have cursed. She wasn't supposed to show any reaction to him,
but the touch felt so good. Just like it had been so long ago. Both of his
hands gripped her hips, and there was no denying what was between them now, pushing
her back. Emily had a moment to wonder where he was guiding her to before a
door opened behind her and they slipped through.
Emily hadn't even known
this door was here. Glancing around, she saw they were in the stall area of the
barn. It was dimly lit, horses moving softly in the bedding. "We
can't..."
That was all she got out
before his mouth took her own.
Emily should have known
this was coming. Jackson did not give up easily and her being with another man
just didn't jive with his possession issues. Though she'd been gone years, he
still considered her his.
Moaning, she tried to pull
away, but he angled his head again, sweeping his tongue into her mouth. Oh god,
he tasted sublime. For the barest moment, she allowed herself to enjoy the
kiss. Her knees quivered and she almost lost her balance.
She couldn't do this. This
wasn't part of the plan. Straightening her arms, she pushed at his chest.
Slowly, he pulled his mouth away, but he was grinning.
"You might be able to
fool everyone else, Emily, but you can't fool me. If I slid a finger inside you
right now you would be wet and throbbing, and I could make you come in
seconds."
Fuck, he was right. She was
throbbing. Aching. Trying desperately to remember why this was a bad idea.
His white teeth gleamed in
the darkness. "Not for long."
Turning, he walked passed
the stalls and out of the barn.
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