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eyes, “Because he doesn’t need to know about the details of my private life.”
“And that just about sums you up doesn’t it? A callous scheming bitch, whose actions caused untold loss and you just brush it off as if it means nothing!”
Is he for real? She looked at him disbelievingly. “How dare you call me that and have the audacity to blame me for the loss of your friendship! That is entirely your own fault. Wade tried to contact you, but you chose to ignore him! ”
The heat in the car intensified as his eyes shifted from cool to blazing fire. “Damn it Annabelle! Admit that the fault is all yours!” He shook his finger at her. “You planned your seduction that night without even thinking about the consequences.”
Humiliation burned her cheeks. “Oh spare me the guilt trip! I happen to think about those consequences every day!” She was now livid. “And, you think for one minute that you can abduct me in the street, have the cheek to ask me for an apology and then demand that I’m the one to blame for your inability to communicate? Do you know what you are Tristan - you’re just a coward, a low-down, mean –”
“It’s not a request Annabelle,” he ground out with a deadly guttural purr.
Silence ensued as an unspoken warning hung in the air. Their eyes locked and suddenly she lunged for the door handle, but he anticipated her move and pressed the internal safety locking system.
“Let me out of here now!”
“Not until you admit what you’ve done and I get my apology.”
“You’ll be old and decrepit before I apologise or admit any blame to you!” she spat furiously at him whilst watching him defensively cross his arms over his pale blue shirt, revealing the contours of his taut chest as it heaved in anger. Progressively, she allowed her gaze to wander lower, over his flat abdomen towards his groin and muscular thighs as they gripped the seat. How could so much blazing passion be packed into one man? She blushed as she realised he’d caught her looking.
“See something you like?”
“Not really, you’re not my type.”
“That wasn’t the case ten years ago.” He raised his eyebrow at her mockingly. God, she was beautiful. He felt like wrenching her out of the car carrying her into that bloody meadow and making love to her until she cried with surrender.
Biting her lip she turned to look out of the passenger window. Her heart was racing and her hands were clammy.
Leaning over he cupped her chin in his hand and pulled her face round to look at him. Her eyes were wide like a doe caught in headlights and heat seeped into his thumb as it made circular movements against her jaw.
She gulped with tension.
“One way or another Annabelle, I will have my apology and Wade will hear an explanation, even if I have to seduce it out of you.”
She looked down at his lips and then flipped her eyes back to his in outrage; she knew exactly what those words threatened. “So sorry to disappoint you Tristan, but I no longer have a schoolgirl crush on the local gigolo. I’ve raised my standards since then.”
Tristan did not hesitate. Winning this battle was one step closer to winning the war. Pulling her forward by her chin he swooped down and claimed her lips in his.
Gasping in surprise, she felt him slip in beyond her defences and claim her mouth for himself. Time stilled, as if ten years had been stripped away and it was happening all over again. No-one had ever kissed her like Tristan, with so much urgency and ardour. Grabbing him by the shirt with one hand, she ran her other hand through his hair, pulling him further into her so that their lips quickly became a fusion of fierce passion and a pool of heat liquefied in her lower abdomen.
A low moan escaped her as she felt his other hand slide along her thigh and up against her waist as he tried to pull her closer, but the seatbelt restricted his movements.
A dog barking outside brought her back to her senses and she tried
“And that just about sums you up doesn’t it? A callous scheming bitch, whose actions caused untold loss and you just brush it off as if it means nothing!”
Is he for real? She looked at him disbelievingly. “How dare you call me that and have the audacity to blame me for the loss of your friendship! That is entirely your own fault. Wade tried to contact you, but you chose to ignore him! ”
The heat in the car intensified as his eyes shifted from cool to blazing fire. “Damn it Annabelle! Admit that the fault is all yours!” He shook his finger at her. “You planned your seduction that night without even thinking about the consequences.”
Humiliation burned her cheeks. “Oh spare me the guilt trip! I happen to think about those consequences every day!” She was now livid. “And, you think for one minute that you can abduct me in the street, have the cheek to ask me for an apology and then demand that I’m the one to blame for your inability to communicate? Do you know what you are Tristan - you’re just a coward, a low-down, mean –”
“It’s not a request Annabelle,” he ground out with a deadly guttural purr.
Silence ensued as an unspoken warning hung in the air. Their eyes locked and suddenly she lunged for the door handle, but he anticipated her move and pressed the internal safety locking system.
“Let me out of here now!”
“Not until you admit what you’ve done and I get my apology.”
“You’ll be old and decrepit before I apologise or admit any blame to you!” she spat furiously at him whilst watching him defensively cross his arms over his pale blue shirt, revealing the contours of his taut chest as it heaved in anger. Progressively, she allowed her gaze to wander lower, over his flat abdomen towards his groin and muscular thighs as they gripped the seat. How could so much blazing passion be packed into one man? She blushed as she realised he’d caught her looking.
“See something you like?”
“Not really, you’re not my type.”
“That wasn’t the case ten years ago.” He raised his eyebrow at her mockingly. God, she was beautiful. He felt like wrenching her out of the car carrying her into that bloody meadow and making love to her until she cried with surrender.
Biting her lip she turned to look out of the passenger window. Her heart was racing and her hands were clammy.
Leaning over he cupped her chin in his hand and pulled her face round to look at him. Her eyes were wide like a doe caught in headlights and heat seeped into his thumb as it made circular movements against her jaw.
She gulped with tension.
“One way or another Annabelle, I will have my apology and Wade will hear an explanation, even if I have to seduce it out of you.”
She looked down at his lips and then flipped her eyes back to his in outrage; she knew exactly what those words threatened. “So sorry to disappoint you Tristan, but I no longer have a schoolgirl crush on the local gigolo. I’ve raised my standards since then.”
Tristan did not hesitate. Winning this battle was one step closer to winning the war. Pulling her forward by her chin he swooped down and claimed her lips in his.
Gasping in surprise, she felt him slip in beyond her defences and claim her mouth for himself. Time stilled, as if ten years had been stripped away and it was happening all over again. No-one had ever kissed her like Tristan, with so much urgency and ardour. Grabbing him by the shirt with one hand, she ran her other hand through his hair, pulling him further into her so that their lips quickly became a fusion of fierce passion and a pool of heat liquefied in her lower abdomen.
A low moan escaped her as she felt his other hand slide along her thigh and up against her waist as he tried to pull her closer, but the seatbelt restricted his movements.
A dog barking outside brought her back to her senses and she tried
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