Page 59 of Beat of Love
Better than he’d imagined.
So much better.
Something stirred deep inside him — a flutter of excitement.
Of anticipation.
Anticipation for this.
This woman. This moment …
Twenty years. That’s how long he’d waited.
He deepened the kiss, angling his head for a better fit.
Her lips parted under his, granting him access to the wondrous secrets of Brandy-Lyn.
He pushed deeper, exploring, tasting.
Hot. Tangy. A touch of spice. A hint of wine.
Intoxicating.
His new addiction.
Brandy-Lyn Powers.
Unlinking their hands, he slid both of his around her neck, fingers gliding upward to bury in hair as soft and luxuriant as itlooked. He dug into her scalp, mashing their mouths together as desire overtook wonder.
A jolt shot up beneath his ribs, coiling around his heart.
His jeans became uncomfortably tight, straining against the pressure building within.
He groaned — feral, uncontrolled — losing all hold on reality.
His tongue tangled with hers, dueling, sucking, learning the enigma of this woman. She whimpered, pressing closer, her soft breasts crushed against his chest.
The desperate sounds she made only fueled his hunger, fanning the flames of his lust.
What was it about her that drew him in, when he knew — just knew — that being with her was wrong?
For years, she haunted him. Until finally, he forced her from his thoughts.
Yet in the darkest nights, in that godforsaken hut, as he waited for death to take him, old memories returned.
They wove into his delirium, tormenting him.
And now fate had tossed her in his path again.
Here they were, mouths fused, tongues exploring, desire surging.
And he was sinking.
Deeper.
Deeper into all things Brandy-Lyn.
Into everything forbidden.
