So, to celebrate, a hook from my new release, SILK & SCANDAL:
“Why can we not be friends?”
He looked as if he still wished to protest, but then his shoulders slumped. “Do you really not know?”
“Thomas, all I wanted was to be your friend.” Stepping closer to him, she took his hand. “It is all I’ve ever wanted.”
A hush fell. Brows drawn, eyes unfathomable, he stared down at her. Of a sudden, she was intensely aware of her breath, of the way her chest rose and fell and how very close he was.
“You think we are friends.”
Rough, dark, his voice slid along her skin. Mouth abruptly dry, she couldn’t look from him, his eyes dark and burning into her own. She wet her lips.
Something flared in his gaze. He moved closer. So very close. Slowly, gently, his hand cupped her chin and he lowered his mouth to hers.
Stunned, she stood very, very still as his lips brushed hers. She’d been kissed before. Often. But she had never, ever, been kissed by Thomas Cartwright.
Dear God. Thomas was kissing her.