Excerpt
Sienna
put a hand on Archer’s arm. “I’m going to find Warrick and get
him to talk to me so we can go home.”
Archer
responded by sliding both hands behind her lower back and pulling her
tighter against him so that her body was flush against his. She
gasped at the sudden close contact and the intensity of his grip on
her and tried to pull back to see his expression.
“Just
a minute more,” he whispered in her ear, keeping her in place as
they swayed to the music. Her body shivered in response, his breathy
words scattering her thoughts in an instant.
“Careful,
Archer, any closer and people will start thinking I’m your woman.”
“You
are my woman.”
She’d
meant to tease him, to ease the sudden possessive grip he had on her,
but when his mouth edged towards hers, the gentle scrape of his lips
against her skin and his whispered words ripped a soft shudder
through her.
“No.”
“Not
yet. In time, you will be.”
She
smiled against him. “Confident tonight, are you?”
“I
call it like I see it.” His fingers toyed with the seam of her
dress at her lower back, and his lips hovered dangerously close to
hers.
“You
know we can’t.”
“I’m
not in the mood to please The Circle right now and besides, some of
the best things in life are the things that are forbidden.”
“What
are we, Adam and Eve?”
His
face softened in a breathtaking grin and in a gentle movement, he
released her, twirled her around, and drew her back to cradle her in
a possessive hold that enthralled rather than annoyed her.
She
longed to throw caution to the wind and kiss him, take what he
offered, and lose herself in this gorgeous man. Screw the
consequences.
Instead,
she opted for the safe route. “Stop it, Archer.”
“Scared
to admit the truth?”
“No.”
“Liar,”
he breathed against her lips before pulling back.
She
blinked, trying to ignore the flash of desire that raced through her
body and pretend her senses hadn’t just been overrun by pure male
sexiness.
Wow.
“I
should go,” she said, needing some distance between them. After
all, she was here for a reason and it wasn’t to spend the night in
Archer’s arms – on the dance floor or otherwise.
The
silent motion of his head agreed with her, but she could see that he
was worried.
She
didn’t blame him. Beneath her cool façade, even she was worried.
But
she had a plan. One she wouldn’t share with her Keepers just yet.
And
she hoped to hell it worked.
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